After being verbally, physically, emotionally and sexually abused for 10 years, Alessia Stevenson finally ended her number one problem.
Her stepfather
After being taken into custody by her real father, she is forced to live with him and her 6 older...
(TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of drugs and sexual assault) 🚨 (Recap: "If it's alright, I'd rather go to sleep, you can call Felix I'll just send you his number, he'll tell you everything," I said drowsily, as I grabbed my phone and forwarded him Felix's number.
"Alright then, that's fine. Good night," He said, as my eyes fluttered shut and he disappeared from out of my sight.)
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🚨 It is fucking 11pm and my phone is ringing like it's high. Not that I'd know of course. Who am I kidding? Of course I would know, I sell these things. If it's not Alessia calling me, I swear to god I will fucking murder whoever thinks it is okay to call me at this time. 🚨 I picked my phone up, and surprise, surprise it wasn't Alessia. This person was going to get a severe talking to from me.
"Hello is thi-"
"Don't you dare hello me, it's absolutely ridiculous! How can you even in your right mind decide that calling someone at 11pm is okay? It's downright disrespectful and inconsiderate. People have lives, responsibilities, and the right to some peace and quiet. Just because you're up and about doesn't mean everyone else should be at your beck and call. There's a thing called boundaries, you know? People need their goddamn downtime, a chance to unwind and recharge without being bombarded by calls. It's common decency to recognize that not everyone operates on your schedule. So, the next fucking time you decide to call someone at 11pm I hope you think of this call," I was breathing heavily through the phone by now.
"Felix, calm down I got your number from Alessia, and I would not call without reason," A familiar voice responded.
"Alessandro, the Italian Don, how wonderful to hear from you," I nervously laughed. "Now why exactly did you call me at 11pm,"
"It's Alessia, we know, we know what happened between her and Markus, or at least bits of it. How she was abused and everything, I wanted to ask her if she had been hurt anywhere else, but I thought that she might not feel comfortable talking to me, so I said that I could ask Vicenzo or even you to talk to her. She said that she wanted you to tell me instead," He rambled out.
It's clear he cares deeply for Alessia, that they all do. I'm glad she's found her family.
"I can tell you," I sighed. "However we will have to meet in person, it's not something I can explain over the phone,"
"Alright, when can you come over?"
"Now, open your door, I'm already outside at the gates," I dropped the call.
Probably the wrong thing to do when you're talking to a mafia don, but who gives a fuck.
The moment I heard Alessia's name I was already dressed and in my car, ready to go to her house. I knew that something was wrong, she didn't text me today, at all. Which is definitely not normal. Not for her.
