I shoot up and look around frantically. I'm breathing heavily as I try to get myself together. I sigh knowing it's just another nightmare. I get them all the time where my darkest traumas come out and hit me like a mother fucking truck and the only one to calm them down to the point I don't have them anymore is Vinnie and Aubby.
I look at the time to see its like 5 am. I get up and turn on the lights in my room. I walk over to my bathroom and do my morning routine. I get out after a while and do my skin care while drying off. I look at my body. My bruises have healed after some time and I'm not skinny since my friends forced me out of my habit of not eating.
I have curves and equal proportions, I have a C-cup and a not huge but big enough ass. I have a small waist and chiseled collar bones along with no acne. I look beautiful to some people but I Don't see that. I see a broken doll with a painted mask on. I wish I could see me from other people's point of view.
I snap out my thoughts and finish getting ready. I put on a red lingerie set and then my outfit.
Her outfit ☝🏼
Her shoes ☝🏼
Once I'm done I spray some Gucci perfume and then I start doing my hair and makeup. I put my hair into a pretty fishtail braid and then I start my makeup.
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Russo Twins✓
General FictionExactly 15 years ago. The Russo family was decided that it was "for the best" that they act like they hate their youngest twins and to throw them away to an orphanage for "protection" but little did they know what terrible mistake that decision was...