[1] ALEXA, and her hell ✓ [Editing]

Speak ✓

Rihanna — What Now
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"it is not the bruise on the body that hurt, it is the wounds of the heart and the scars of the mind." —Aisha Mirza
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The 12th of April, Year 2019.

     Sebastian is an undeniably tall, handsome man, with long, wavy black hair; left side faded, narrow, dark and dull, gray eyes and a strong jaw, that makes his facial features sharp. Even though the faded half hairstyle pulls off the gangster look, he still gels his hair back and out of his face for a neater and richer appearance.

     Let's just say, today is an odd day for him. He stands before Alessia, mind in distraught and utmost turmoil. His inked arms go up into his hair for the millionth time, disheveling it even more, while his torso is bare, exposing his countless amount of tattoos. He paces, back and forth, back and forth, finding himself ranting to Alessia, who is bound to a chair, that's nailed to the concrete floor. He rants about things that she doesn't bother to try and understand. Things he himself can't understand.

     Sebastian is frustrated.

     His black, ripped jeans hangs low on his hips, showing more than he should to a twelve year old, but Alessia's mind is far from the psycho venting in front of her. Her wrists hurt from the rope they used to tie her up and her ankles are throbbing from the show she had unintentionally put on for him and his men earlier, trying to escape Mateo's hold.

     If she thinks she's already been through shit, then welcome to the underground. Literally.

     "I mean, what the fuck is this?! I've never felt this way before! This pain just bombarded me all of a sudden!" Sebastian, again, drags a hand through his silky hair. "I'm supposed to be chill and calm, but DOES THIS LOOK CALM TO YOU?! MY FUCKING CHEST HURTS! My heart aches and painkillers don't work. It's not a heart attack, or else I'd be long gone, and I can't go to the doctor 'cause I'm a wanted man..." He pauses, then stoops before the girl. "Just tell me this," he struggles to catch his breath, glaring at an unresponsive Alessia, who has her head hanging low, "what are feelings? It must be that, isn't it? If physical treatment aren't helping then the pain must be in my head. I have no idea how to handle that, do you? You're a girl, you should, so tell me."

     She lifts her head, black mop of hair that has been in a bob cut all her life, scatters over her forehead and she peers at him silently through thick, uncut bangs.

     "Are you even listening to me?" Sebastian is very observant and although he had heard her whimper in pain multiple times before, he's yet to hear her speak a word. "¿Qué pasa? Why don't you talk?" He stares hard at the child who drops her head again. "I said talk. Fucking talk! I know you're not mute!"

     Alessia grits her teeth, feeling her eyes well with tears. She bites back a sob, but the tears end up flowing when he grabs her cheeks, pinching viciously and snarling, "You won't talk, heh? Well, we'll see about that." He shakes her head from side to side, before releasing her harshly. "You're not leaving here anytime soon. Not until you talk, because my life is boring and yours should be too. Even if it means getting into your head. For your information, I may like my guns, but this is my specialty." He tells her promisingly.

     It seems he has found his new amusement.

     Alessia's cheeks are swollen red, but she knows she hears him correctly. All she has to do is talk and he'll let her go.

     Just talk...

     'Speak.'

     Say a word...

     'Speak!'

     One word...

     'It's not hard!'

     Please...?

     'Speak up!'

     She bites her bottom lip, then pulls it free, pausing momentarily, searching for something to say. There are so many things in her heart unsaid, but she can't seem to find the key to let them loose. Only air rushes past her lips at that and Sebastian's back gets farther away, before disappearing being a door.

     She has always been the quiet and obedient child, and he knows this. He just wants to torment her, that's all there is to it.

     '...fuck.'

     Her heart is locked off. Has been since she was seven. And, she lost her will to speak the second week of Sebastian and her mother's crooked relationship. She was ten then.

     'Why does he only realize that I'm like this now now when he's the one who made me this way?' Alessia is furious. 'Just kill me.'

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