Celeste's childhood wasn't something she loved talking about. It was filled with nothing but painful memories. Whether they were the ones from when her father, along with her brothers, left, or the ones from her mother's death and her stepfather's a...
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My eyes fluttered open, instantly squinting in adjustment to the bright lights that had illuminated the room. I painfully twisted my neck — the simple action seeming as though it had consumed all my power — as my gaze warily scanned my surroundings, attempting to identify the place I was in.
Plain walls and a familiar, worn out punching bag were all I managed to see before everything started to spin around. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head in an attempt to find an escape from the trance my senses had gotten trapped within.
My action, however, resulted in a roll of flashbacks to play through my mind, reminding me of last night's events and the unbearable pain that had stung my skin. The flashbacks looked so vivid; so real. For a moment, it seemed as though I were trapped within the darkness of the room again — with Jack by my side.
For a moment, the only thing I inhaled was the horrific odor of the crimson liquid, and the only thing I saw was Jack's drunken figure towering my fragile one. Fear cradled my heart and pumped through my blood. And no matter how hard I attempted to speak up — to call for help — I couldn't. My voice got trapped within my throat, fearing to move any further.
My head pounded with a throbbing pain, one that didn't show willingness to falter anytime soon. I forced my sore eyelids to drag open and my hand to reach for my forehead. Shaky fingers weakly traced over a cut that had formed above my eyebrow.
I subconsciously winced at the pain my touch had caused as I realised that yesterday's events were real; they weren't a nightmare. I let my blurred gaze trail to my right, only for it to land upon my brother's familiar figure.
Lorenzo's head rested on the edge of the bed, messy strands of his dark hair hanging loosely on top of his head. One of his bandaged hands grasped mine within a tight grip, as though I'd disappear if he let go.
I stopped a faint smile from tugging my lips as questions — on how Lorenzo had gotten the bandages — started to swirl within my mind.
A sigh passed through my lips, causing pain to flash throughout my body and causing my hand to pull away from Lorenzo's grip. I bit my lip, choking a sob back, as the unbearable flames that burned my abdomen grew wilder. My hand tightly grasped onto the comforter, my mind attempting to disregard the daggers that had pierced into my skin.
"Here. Take this."
My teary gaze landed upon the pills resting on top of Enzo's open palm before travelling to the cup of water grasped within his bandaged hand. A frown tugged my lips as I shook my head. I didn't want to go through another punishment.
"Jack wouldn't know. You should take some," spoke Lorenzo, his tall figure slowly dropping onto the edge of his bed. I continued to gaze at his bandaged hand; the thoughts of what could've happened being a good distraction from the pain.
"How did you get it?" I questioned quietly. His eyes blankly stared back into mine, not a single emotion evident within their ocean blue irises. A sigh left his lips and his throat bobbed.
