Broken

chapter 16 - rewritten

*Lucia POV*

On my bed was Antonio. He needs to leave. I need like a week or two to sort out my head. Approaching my bed, I look at him and his eyes are dark and cold. I shift my weight from one foot to the other as he stares at me. I need to know what his agenda is.

''Listen I am so sorry for ignoring you. But I need some time, I have some stuff to do before you can get into a relationship because I need to face my past before I can move forward.'' He stands up skulking towards me eyes filled with raging storms. I don't back down but I probably should, he grips the back of my head yanking me back by my hair. Shoving me forward my torso on the bed face down but my feet are still on the floor. Tears flow down my face.

''Your mine and you're not leaving me not now not ever. I don't care if you need time. You stupid whore. You think you can ignore me then dump me, why? So, you can let Asher run his dirty hands over you. You are mine.'' He growls out and silent tears fall down my face. Why can't I ever protect myself? I either stand up for myself by killing and fighting or not at all.

''Please stop.'' I cry out muffled. I hear his zipper then I feel my shorts being pulled down. I can't move my head as he has it pinned down with his hands. I lift up my foot attempting to kick him but he just laughs darkly as my foot hits his leg.

''No. You are my toy. My pretty little personal whore. You will have my babies and be my wife.'' I feel him push into me as I cry. I'm too weak to fight back at the moment, the not eating and sleeping is getting to me, but I need to be strong.

''Stop please, stop'' I am in hysterics and he shoves my head into the sheets and my cries are muffled. I am now struggling to breathe my nose and mouth are covered by the blanket. I just want this to stop, as he keeps thrusting into me hard. I can feel myself lose consciousness. As he continues his thrusts; he pushes my head harder into the blanket. I fight to try and get some oxygen. Finally, I give up the burning sensation in my lungs getting too much. I let the darkness consume me.

By the time I regain consciousness I've been tucked under the sheets of my bed and flashbacks of what happened plays in my mind. I find some tracksuit bottoms. My throat dry. With every step I take the pain between my legs reminds me of what happened. Tears fill my eyes as I head downstairs to the kitchen to grab water. Grabbing a glass my hands shake, and I can't stand anymore. I lean on the wall and slide down it; bringing my knees to my chest I hold the glass with two hands and sob as I sip the water. I am alone thankfully. I don't want anyone to see me like this.

Looking down at my hands my hoodie sleeves are slightly down my wrists visible, purple and green and yellow bruises in the shapes of fingers are all over my wrist. Pulling my sleeves down I can see so many finger marks. I can still feel his hands on my body. I was mainly focused on the pain in my head and lungs after I passed out. I hadn't realised his other hand creating bruises all over the rest of my body, but it could've happened after I passed out. I let out more tears and cry out loud. Why does this keep happening to me? Why am I so powerless against men? First the guy I thought was my dad then his friends and now Antonio. Standing up on shaky legs I place my cup in the sink then slowly walk up the stairs to my bedroom. I am stopped by Ace calling my name.

''Lucia... ah there you are. I have been trying to find you.'' Turning around I look at the floor not wanting to look at him. ''Just so you know we are leaving tomorrow for Lond...'' he stops talking as I look up at him, his mouth hanging. Turning I sigh and hug myself walking back to my bedroom. Just as I get to my door. I can't bring myself to open the door instead more tears slip and I turn around. Only to be faced with a concerned Ace, ''What happened?''

''N...N-nothing'' I can't even make eye contact. He grips my wrist and I flinch as he gasps pulling up my sleeves. He can see the bruises that surround my cuts.