Briella,17, never had a stable family set up. She was left alone by the age of 7, to fend for herself. Her father hated her, abused her for her whole life. Briella usually got into trouble with the law. She has never trusted anyone before in her lif...
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I woke up to Scar's arm wrapped around me, I looked up him, seeing he was wide awake. He looked down at me, he smiled softly before kissing me.
"Good morning gorgeous" Scar smiled.
"Good morning my love" I yawned.
I rubbed my eyes, I then wrapped my leg around Scar's legs. I was still sleepy but I had an amazing sleep, without my meds too! I then got on top of Scar and just cuddled him. He was took by surprise, he them held my ass in his hands.
As always. Jesus.
He then started rubbing my back with his other hand, kissing my head.
"What are you doing today, love?" I asked Scar.
"I have a meeting later on, what about you princess?" He replied, placing a kiss on my head.
"I think I'm just going to watch Big Mouth on Netflix" I happily sighed. Scar playfully rolled his eyes at me, cheeky little bugger.
I lay on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. I really wanted to apologize for crying so much last night, but I didn't know how...
"Hey, Scar?" I whispered against his chest.
"Mhm?"
I took a big breath in before continuing. "I'm really sorry, I didn't talk to you for a few days and when I did talk to you, I cried. I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Scar sweetly replied. "I may not understand what you're feeling, but I can certainly listen."
Awwww, that was cute!
"I think I should go to a professional, Scar. I don't know how to deal with my own emotions, I get so overwhelmed and go into self destruct mode..." I explained, I remember Marc asked if I wanted to go to therapy when he found out I have ADHD. Hopefully he'll let me try it out.
"That's an excellent idea, princess" Scar softly whispered.
I'm glad Scar didn't run away once I mentioned therapy. Don't get me wrong, therapy is an amazing thing...or so I heard. I'm just afraid to appear weak or fragile, that's just not my style. I don't want to be the timid De Luca sister, I want to be me.
But how do I be me whenever I don't even know who I am? Deep down, there's an isolated inner child, she had to grow up before she could even live a normal childhood. I can still feel her presence inside me...
Well, duh! She is you!
Shut the fuck up brain.
But if I do go to therapy, am I ready to open up? Am I wrong in wanting to let go? Let's get this straight, I don't blame myself for the way I am. I blame Jason. If it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be so terrified of trust.
~3 hours later~
I just arrived home, Leo picked me up. He talked a load of shit the entire time, I also joined in, which made me joyful. I haven't been speaking much to my brothers so even a small conversation makes them happy.
