𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

CHAPTER 8: Rosy

Scars. A sign that you have been hurt so be gentle when she shows you her scars. It takes more courage to remove one's armor than to assemble it.
~Anonymous

Adriano pov

I was horrified. Those scars on her body made me feel so scared, thinking of what might have happened or who might have harmed her. My blood boiled. I won't be leaving the person who did this to her. But right now all I could do was stare at this closed refrigerator door. She just left saying that we both don't have any right over each other, so I should not question her. How can I not question her? After seeing those marks all over her body, her arms, her legs, her back, how the fuck am I not supposed to ask her. I couldn't stop her from leaving as I was too busy processing what I have just seen. Those weren't the marks you would get from falling, slipping, or getting hurt by an edge of a table. They were clear signs of abuse. They were marks of someone's beatings. God, I seriously hope I am wrong but that's not the case here as I am quite sure those were marks from a leather belt or a fireplace poker. Those scars were surrounded by bruises. Nobody would try to hurt themselves with a belt or a poker. It was clearly someone else who did that to her and once I find that 'someone' I WILL KILL HIM!

I stood in front of the fridge for more than a minute, just processing the things I just saw. No! I can't let this topic slip. I have to confront her but I am sure she won't be telling me anything. She would try to push me away but I have to know what happened to her these past 6 years. I was so occupied by the thoughts of being betrayed by her all those years, that when I saw her it was like I was living all of it again. All the pain I went through because of her. The betrayal she gave me was weighing me down for all these years but now I am questing what might have happened to her these past 6 years. Nobody knew where she went or with whom she was. We searched for her for months but couldn't get any information about her. None of my agents were able to find her. She wasn't with any of her family members or friend. No one knew where she was. We stopped trying to find her as we thought that she didn't want to be found and I was too broken to continue doing that. Where was she? Oh! I am so stupid. I shouldn't have stopped searching for her. I shouldn't have listened to any of them. I loved her for god's sake! I didn't realize that I had tears in my eyes thinking about what might have happened to her.

I have to know the truth. I need to know the truth.

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Alice pov

I couldn't look at him. He was sitting across the table and kept staring at me while talking with my father. It was as if he had no interest in the conversation they were having. I know that right now he has lots of questions, but I can't answer them. They shouldn't be answered. It's for the best. I can't risk his life. No! He won't know anything. He can't know anything. He shouldn't know about anything. I couldn't eat my breakfast. Though the breakfast was delicious and if I was not here being a victim of Adriano's accusing stare, I would've enjoyed it but after the events of last night and now him looking at me like that, was making it difficult for me to swallow my food. I lost my appetite.
 
"Mr. Angelo, the guests have arrived," the guard said without any emotion, like some sort of humanoid robot.

Adriano nodded and told him to send them in. Everyone stood up to welcome the guests. It was like I was having a déjà vu. The only difference was that this time I had no appetite left to continue eating my breakfast. I still had to finish drinking my glass of juice and the scrambled egg but I decided to leave them as it is.

"Hello everybody! Missed me? Oh! Of course, you did." The person said in a cheery voice.

"Grams" I whispered with tears blurring my vision after looking at the person who was entering the house through the big main doors.