𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓! 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
Trapped. She was trapped for 5 years. At the age of partying and living her life to the fullest, she was trapped. Living a vain life. A life that was full of pain and te...
A/N: Drug Abuse Alert! Sensitive content ahead. Read with caution.
Alana's POV
*3 Years Ago*
"My my, I have a beautiful, beautiful girl, don't I?" Dominic's voice snapped me out of my self-hatred stare in the mirror.
I looked at him through the mirror, more like glare at him. God, I hate him. How the fuck did I end up with him?
Oh, yeah. Now I remember. Because of my bloody parent.
When I didn't answer him, he grabbed my hips in his string, hard hand, squeezing hard until I started to squirm away from his touch.
"Don't I, Alana?" he ask once again from his greeted teeth making me mumble a scared but quiet yes making his smile "And my beautiful girl is going to get me the deal, isn't she?" he asks pulling the front of my dress more down and the hem of the dress upwards revealing more of my skin, making my skin crawl.
"Are you fucking deaf, Alana? Huh?" he asks turning my body towards him, making my body shiver in fear "When I ask you something you fucking answer! Understood? You didn't forget the rules, did you?"
"N-No, of course not. I remember"
"Good. That's what I like to hear. You know what will happen the day this -this understanding wouldn't be there between us?" I nodded my head at him avoiding looking at his face, keeping my gaze fixed on his chest.
His hand traveled from my neck to my chest until his fingers wrapped around my neck. Choking me. "You know what will happen, right Alana? Huh?" My back was pressed against the wall, barely able to speak. I tried to remove his hand from my neck but he is too strong. My head bashing against the wall.
I am timid in front of him. I nodded my head as much as I can in the tight grip he has on me.
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I know what he's indicating at. I know the day I stop listening to him, he will hurt them. My sister, Aria, my brother-in-law, Ian, and my little brother, Matthews. The only people I care about.
"You are not going to mess this up for me, Alana. I am not asking you. I am telling you. You better not fuck my deal. Do as you are told. Act ladylike, I don't want you to say no to anything or to anyone, alright?"
"Yes," I whisper even though I feel like curling up in a ball in the corner of the room and cry my eyes out or even kill myself. He removed his hand from my neck, I took a deep much-needed breath. Coughing a bit.
"Hmm...fix your hair, honey. And please cover those marks on you're neck. Those are nasty marks. Nobody wants to see damaged and bruised goods. We need to leave soon and I don't have the whole day for you to get ready. I need to patch you up" he said already moving away towards the bed and fixing his tie.
