Broken

Chapter 9 - re written

"Just start from the beginning," I take a deep sigh before beginning.

"It started when I was around 5 or 6 years old, my adoptive parents started telling me how much they hated me and how I was a burden they wanted dead. I could deal with the insults but then they started drinking and leaving everything up to me. I wasn't allowed to call them mum and dad. I had to call them ma'am and sir." I start to cry as I recall everything that happened. "They started making me do everything around the house, if I didn't, they would start hitting me. From the age of 8 or 9 they started bringing random people into the house and if I done something wrong, or didn't do something quick enough. S-sometimes sir would t-touch me." my sobbing gets harder and tears are streaming, as my twin shushes me trying to calm me down. "He -h-he r-rap-raped me and sometimes when people say things it reminds me of when him and his friends would touch me or I get flashbacks of when they would both shout at me calling me names. Beating me with belts or burning me with cigarettes or locking me in the cellar. When I was 11, I met Asher he was there for me, when I tried to commit suicide, he helped me. He introduced me to him who introduced me to the mafia world but, we don't need to get into that" I don't want to get into any more of it, so much happened with them. The words pop into my head, 'he is back'

My head is buried into Lucifers chest as my sobbing comes to a slow stop. As I calm, I look up at my twin reluctant to make eye contact. He smiles sadly, his eyes swirling with unshed tears, anger, guilt and sadness. He squeezes me tighter to him, as if I would disappear.

"Thank you for telling me. If you want, I can tell Ace so you don't have to repeat it." He whispers placing a soft kiss to me forehead. Apprehensively I nod my head, sitting up I wipe my eyes wanting to change the conversation topic.

"let's play 20 questions." I suggest, he nods in agreement.

"Sure, I will start. Favourite colour?" He starts the game.

"Black. Yours?"

"Black, biggest secret?"

"I had sex with a boy in a classroom." I mumble feeling heat creeping up the back of my neck and over my cheeks. He looks at me completely shocked opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. "don't tell anyone especially not the boys. what's yours?"

"I-I'm gay" he mumbles looking at the floor. I look at him mouth a-gape. "You don't hate me now do you? you're the only person that knows" I hug him pulling him into me.

"I could never hate you thank you for trusting me enough to tell me."

"So, tell me about how it happened" I lean back on my hands looking at the ceiling and smiling to myself.

"Well, he pulled me into an empty classroom, he saw the marks on my neck and was weirdly possessive and when I tried to, he pulled me back and closed the door. My back was against his front and he whispered into my ear 'let me make you feel good' then he started rubbing my clit. Then he fucked me against the door with a hand around my throat he squeezed before whispering in my ear 'cum for daddy'...." i sigh blushing profusely in a daydream thinking about it, a giggle from behind pulls me out of it quickly snapping my head behind me. My eyes meet Mario's. He quickly runs away. Sitting up I dash after him, nearly slipping on the wooden floor due to wearing socks. I roll my eyes as I hear Mario chanting in a sing song voice.

"Lucia has a crush...Lucia and mystery man sitting in a tree K. I. S. S. I. N. G"

"I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I WILL CARVE YOUR TOU..." my words are cut short when I look at the room we ended up in, it's the dining room. All the boys are sitting staring at me looking between Mario and I as he sits down smirking. But squirms and wriggles in his seat not wanting to sit still and swiftly deciding to pull out his phone. Lucifer walks in and sits down as well.