Mirabelle Alexandra Romano, a 17-year old girl who is being abused by her stepfather after her also abusive mother dies since she was 3 years old. Getting bullied in everyday life and getting beaten at home her life could not get any worse. But sud...
Once we were in the air, I looked around and everything looked expensive. From the floor, to the seats, to the ceiling, everything screamed 'rich' and I couldn't help but gawk at everything. Everything was so shiny I was afraid to touch anything.
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"Do you like it princess?" Asked Antonio.
"Yeah it's really pretty." I said. I looked outside the window and watched the white fluffy clouds. I started thinking of how my life changed so fast. I must have been too lost in my thoughts because I felt someone put their hand on top of mine. I immediately pulled away and looked up and saw Antonio and Vincent looking at me in shock, confusion and concern. "What was that princess?" asked Antonio. I looked at Vincent and saw he was waiting for me to answer.
I never liked physical contact especially when its not initiated by me. That basically happens when you were getting beaten everyday by your mom and stepdad. I can never be able to tell them what happened to me. They won't want me anymore and they will throw out. I mean, who wants a damaged and abused girl as a daughter and sister? Once they know they will be disgusted and hate me and then they will throw me into an orphanage.
I flinched when a hand was being waved in front of my face. I looked wide-eyed at the person who was waving the hand and saw that it was Vincent. "Are you okay baby?" He asked in a tone that sounded like .... worry? But why would he be worried? He just met me like .... an hour ago. But when I looked into his eyes trying to detect that his tone of worry was a lie, I couldn't see anything but honesty and panic.
"Yeah I am I just don't like physical contact." I muttered hoping they would believe me. It didn't look like they did but they didn't say anything which I'm glad for.
He leaned forward and grabbed my soft, small hand in his big and rough one and gave it a small reassuring squeeze. "You must be confused, you can ask us anything you want okay?" He said softly like he didn't want to scare me.
"So .... umm did you eat lots of vegetables when you were a kid?" I asked but almost immediately my eyes went wide about what I said. I looked at both of them and saw that both of were trying to hold their laughter in. It didn't last long as both of them burst out laughing, clutching their stomachs as tears fell from their eyes. I just pouted at them and waited for them to be finished with their laughing session.
After they calmed down, Vincent said, "Oh My God I haven't had such a good laugh in such a long time." he laughed again "But, to answer your question, I did eat a lot of vegetables, dad even would force us to or he'd take our toys."
I sighed sadly for my poor self and short height and my malnourished body.
"So like what do you for work?" I asked trying to change the subject. As I asked this question I noticed both of them tensed and looked at each other, like their communicating with their eyes. After a couple mins with an awkward silence Antonio cleared his throat and looked at me and said, "Well darling we own a chain of clubs, restaurant's, hotels and the largest companies in the world." Ok I must admit thats cool, I mean I knew the moment they told me they owned a private jet that they were loaded. But that just proves my point even more.
