Isabella P.O.V.:
⚠nightmare⚠
I had just walked in late from the teacher stopping me after class asking me if I was okay because I kept falling asleep in her class.
"YOU STUPID UNGRAEFUL BITCH! I GIVE YOU A HOUSE TO LIVE IN AND A MATTRESS TO SLEEP ON AND YOU COME HOME LATE?"
Tim grabs me by my hair as my mother watches.
He then flings me across the room.
"Please STOP!"
Tim didn't seem to like this as he walked across the room and repeatedly stomped my stomach.
Tim walks over to my mom and kisses her.
I assume he is done with me so I start to crawl towards the stairs.
Tim didn't seem to like this either as he grabs my hair and throws me on my back.
He punches and kicks in the same spots that he punched!
I repeatedly cry out in pain.
My mother walks out the house to go buy beers and he takes off his belt.
I am too weak to fight him off.
He thrusts into me and I cry out in pain.
He goes at it for 45 minutes.
My mom comes back in and has broken glass in her hand.
She kneels before and carves the words
SLUT
HOE
WORTHLESS
On my back and stomach.
They leave me on the floor in a puddle of my own blood.
⚠end of nightmare⚠
I awake with a gasp to see all my brothers in my room.
'' MIND TELLING US WHAT THE HELL THAT WAS AND WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY BRUISES?!''
I don't wanna say anything so I run out of the room to the music studio.
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I have a cabinet in here that holds clothes for dance so I throw on a black crop top t-shirt and some black biker shorts.
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I play the song train wreck and dance to the song.
I dance with so much emotion and passion that at the end of the song I fall down sobbing.
I hear clapping.
I look up to see all my brothers by the door with lots of emotions in their eyes.
I wipe my eyes and exit the studio without a word.
I shower and change into a sweatshirt and sweats.
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(WITHOUT SHOES AND JEWLERY!)
I walk downstairs and to the lounge room where everyone else is. When I reach all the conversations stops.
I stare blankly at the wall. I can sense all of their stares on me. I turn my gaze to them and exhale.
"I guess I have a lot of explaining to do."
YOU ARE READING
Their Principessa
General FictionIsabella Moretti had been born in Italy with the Moretti's. Her Biological family. But one fateful night her Mum sneaks into her room while she's asleep and took her from her Papa and Brothers because at the time her Dad was leader of the Italian Ma...
