The Trauma I Went Through

Chapter 13

Exlëã let out a yawn.

She turned her body around to come in contact with Stone's only to not feel him there.
She woke up confused, rubbing her eyes.

Just then a knock caught her attention.

"Are you dressed?" Delia's voice rang from behind the door.

"Uhm, ye—"

Before she could talk. Delia has already opened the door.

She walked around the bed standing in front of it and crossed her arms.

Exlëã was confused, but kept it in.

"Do you know where Enzo is?"

"Why? So that you could follow him around like a puppy and distract him from his job?"

'Job?' She frowned a little confused.

"What job?"

Delia didn't answer her question, she just ignored her.

Delia made her way towards Exlëã standing before her.

"Listen Exlëã. Go back to where you came from. You do not belong here. Go back to the spoiled little Princess house you're used to.
Out here we fight for the food we get on the table. It's not that f*cking easy. Leave Stone alone. Do you know how much he risked bringing you here? Yes, I did some background check on you, but I didn't find anything. Only that you were married to a certain Don and one that you can't mess around with. And now you brought Stone in danger."
She said all that in one breath.

The painful reality was that Delia was right. About all of it. A tear fell down Exlëã's face.

She was selfish, but didn't want to admit it.

Delia slapped her. Hard.
"You will be fine, but what about him?! Huh? What about him?"

"I don't like selfish girls like you. Manipulating guys that were fine before meeting that one girl, that'll make their world go upside down."
She said in a sarcastic manner.
Then Delia gripped her neck, harshly.

"What did you give him, huh? Is it sex?"
At that point Delia saw red.
Exlëã rapidly shook her head.
Delia dropped her hand.

She spit on her face.
"You're not f*cking worth it." She looked at her with disgust.

"What the h*ll is going on here?!" A man with a hoarse voice said.

He had a scratch down his ear to his neck.
Delia turned around in panic.

Exlëã just looked down the white blanket. Rethinking everything. Completely ignoring the man that was standing here.

"Come here, Delia."

She slowly walked, taking each step with fear.
"Who is she?"

"Stone's girl." Upon hearing that, the man grabbed Delia by the hair, slamming her against the door.
The sound flowed down the hall.

Exlëã turned around watching in terror.

"You think that's funny?" He said.

The amount of strength he had, knocked the breath out of Delia.
She couldn't bring the words out of her mouth.

"I'—I'-I'm not lying." She stuttered, crying.

"Exlëã tell him."
"Tell him!"
She pleaded with eyes so wide, that begged to be released from her misery.

Even though the girl slapped Exlëã. She always had that empathy for people, who did her dirty.

She rapidly shook her head.
"I'm with Stone." Although they didn't put a label on it. She knew that they belonged to one another.
She couldn't imagine what would've happened to Delia if she lied. She knew the world they lived in was full of constant fear of the unknown.