𝐴 𝑃𝐼𝐸𝐶𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝐶𝐴𝐾𝐸 | ✔︎

-Part twenty three-

Zara's pov

-8 years ago-

"HURRY UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT, WERE GONNA BE LATE" father shouts

We're going to dinner right now, I don't want to I would rather hide in my room with a book, mom spent an hour covering my bruises with makeup to make sure no one would notice

I don't know what the purpose of this dinner is, last time we went to dinner dad came out of the bathroom with his shirt covered in blood and we had to leave

I remember him screaming on the phone the night before that the shipments were late and that a man stole a part of them or something I'm not sure

My parents always make sure I act like the good respectful daughter I should be at dinner, and if I don't... I receive a punishment, sadly I always get a punishment since I always somehow do something wrong

We're now back home from dinner, dad is getting rid of the shirt covered in blood, he said he was gonna go to the bathroom but he didn't he followed a man and came back with blood on him

I'm scared, did he hurt that man like he hurts me?

I somehow spoke to little this time...'it's disrespectful to not address everyone at the dinner table' father said

I don't understand last time I talked too much, and now too little?

I'm curled up in a ball in the corner in my room covered in blood, bruises, and cuts as a punishment for being a bad daughter

I'm sorry, I really tried mom and dad

-end of flashback-

I wake up in cold sweats freaking out, I notice that it's raining outside... I quickly get up from bed and start pacing around my room

I look at the clock to see that it's 3 am

Shit.

I feel a panic attack coming along

I haven't had a panic attack in a while

I don't understand what triggered it, I'm guessing the nightmare

But I'm pacing around my room shaking

I end up sliding against the wall shaking, and a sob escapes my throat

That's the moment I know I can't do anything about this panic attack but suffer through it

The rain is getting loader and scaring me even more

' this is not what us Ricci's do we don't cry' my parents would tell me

Well F them

They did this to me,

To most people rain is relaxing, it even puts them to sleep

But not to me, I can't breathe at this point I'm gasping for air not being able to breath

Suddenly I hear a voice I've grown to well to talk as he comes closer to me and squats down

"Hey what's wrong," Enzo says voice filled with concern

Pls go Enzo I can't tell you, I won't let you see me as a broken flower you need to fix, pls go to bed and let me suffer alone how I always have