𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐒

Jealous?

BELLA

Ever since last week people are impressed because of my skills with knifes and what I did in there with that thirty man. But i'm not.

It's not like my father trained me to be this skilled. I had to do it in my own. When Lucas was alive he helped me training but when he died I kept doing so, alone. It was only him who could do it.

I've always had a father but never a dad. The o my thing my father did to me was complain about how much of a disgrace I am. How i'm an embarrassment for the family. How it was supposed to be me and not Lucas.

But I already know that.

Lucas started helping me with knifes since I was three. That was the time my father began to beat me up.

You're probably wondering why don't I defend myself with knifes when he does something to me but the last time I did, he sent men to rape me, he set my clothes on fire even though I was wearing them and had me beaten up.

Which is one of the many reasons why Pietro is always defending me. Apart from the obvious reason that i'm his sister.

So no matter what they do to me now. It wouldn't hurt me as much as my father did. I don't understand why he had me.

He's never loved me.

Why have a daughter to keep her living like that. To sent men to rape her. And not one by one but the three of them at the same time.

I leave bed and prepare myself. I wanted to go to the psychologist. It's been a while since I've not been there.

I dress myself in some oversized clothes and black nike air's.

I brush my hair and put some lipgloss and some highlighter.

I go downstairs and I find Francis doing some paperwork. I made my way to the kitchen. "Morning".

He doesn't leave paperwork. Neither he talks. I clear my throat and his eyes land on mine. Oh god. Those eyes.

"May I ask you something?" I ask and he lays down on his chair.

"Go on"

"I was wondering if I could go out" I state and he response is quick.

"No" he says loudly but not like yelling.

"I really need it Francis" I beg him. I never beg. But I really need to be on my psychologist. I really need the talk. I feel like i'm drowning.

"I said no and that it's final" he roars and I flinch. I'm not made to people yelling to me. Except for my father and i'm not to it either.

"Okay then" my voice breaks and I walk away.

FRANCIS

The clock's ticking. I've been waken up since 5 am. Last night's attack was saved by her and thank god she has that skills because if not she would've been dead or kidnapped.

It hasn't left my mind. What that girl has to been through to learn all those things. The night I saw her father plant a hand on her face made my blood boil. No one deserves that, neither does her.

My phone lights up and I look at the ID. Dante. I pick the phone and sigh. "parlare" I demand and he starts.

[talk]

"alcuni dei ragazzi sono comparsi con la testa strappata via dal corpo e uno di loro con un biglietto attaccato al corpo." he informs. (some of the boys have appeared with their heads ripped off their bodies and one of them with a note attached to their body.)