"Dare I say, I am telling a lie that I don't know yet."
-Anonymous
Francesca River de Luca
The slamming open of the heavy doors of the room rattled the serenity of the halcyon that my memories brought forth.
"Why the fuck are you still here? Why the fuck are you marrying him? Aren't you supposed to be out of this family on some beach fucking some surfer?" Roseieliana Pérez tried her hardest not to scream her guts out.
Her softly tanned face flickering between a blush red to a strawberry.
Undoubtedly brought forth by the anger that she is trying to convey.
"Aren't you practically under house arrest? How are you here? Leone will again throw a fit." I reminded her, disregarding her questionnaire.
"Aren't you supposed to be in Paris? French kissing some drunk on a bar table? But here we are."
The sass didn't settle well with me today. My fist curled on their own accord but the more sensible part of my brain reminded me that this woman was my best friend who had no idea about what was going on, she just knew my little escape plan.
"Hey, make up your mind if it was a surfer or a drunkard." I smile through my teeth.
"Oh but Leone has better fingers, right?!" She spat, scathingly.
"Excuse me?" I questioned genuinely confused.
"Oh cut the crap, I saw you guys. You are a fake, filthy slut with no self respect. You are proving all those people in school true, I guess I have always been blind."
She teased a superficially sealed wound. A wound that was supposed to be forgotten but now it was inflamed.
I have been bullied in school for reasons only heaven knows. The guards Leone left me with followed me to the doors of the restroom literally. He showered me with gifts and goodies that attracted the wrong kind of attention.
People talked that I had some sugar daddy in Rome. Some said I was a prostitute who got gifts for favors. And the rest ardently believed that I slept with the trustees to get admission in the elite and prestigious institution.
If it was just talks I would have ignored them just like I always did but the scratches turned into wounds when they named me the filthy words. Addressing me with them as of I was named as such. Giving out my number to random guys, writing them on public restroom stalls.
Pranks are supposed to be funny and enjoyable but throwing a mere 16 year old in the middle of drunk, lustful men only to be harassed, molested and traumatized for life was not funny.
Selling me to random people like some commodity and passing it off as harmless joke was not funny.
The antiquated mindset of the teachers lead them to believe the rumors and the perverted ones even sometimes tried to have a go at the infamous slut.
The montage of memories and pain played like a film reel.
Closing my eyes I rested my tears and calmed my heart.
It's all over I am safe now.
I chanted like some mantra.
"Get out. NOW." I screamed at her unleashing the mad woman that I tried to calm not seconds before.
She was triggered by the reel that she was forced to relieve and relax in.
My shrill voice alerted the inhabitants of the areas close by and in rushed a sea of people, my mamma, Nico, some other guards, some servants.
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Romance"You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting" - Peter Pan Francesca finds herself under a wedlock she can't seem to escape t...
