Being thrown away in the garbage in a dark alleyway in London when she was only a baby, she should have died that day... But she didn't.. instead, a man saved her. He brought her in and saved her, fed her, bathed her, raised her and more importantly...
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I look at my so-called brothers and Vince with my amused face. I almost want to laugh in their face these rules are so ridiculous. "What is down at the basement "? I ask biting my lip trying my hardest not to laugh. "That is where we work when we are home. We hold lots of important things down there and confidential stuff. So, under no circumstances are you prohibited to go down there. Bruno follows the same criteria". I nod and gaze down to list once more. "What's the business"? I raise my eyebrows at him they all look unfazed by my question like they had been expecting it. "As a family, we run a large hotel chain the 'Moretti hotel' as well as night clubs and some restaurants". I nearly fall out of my seat no wonder they are loaded. They own one of the biggest five-star hotel chains in the world. I could only dream of staying at one of those. I sigh deeply processing the information feeling nauseous as I look down at the lasagne. "Is there anything else"? I ask a bit too sarcastically because Louis and Enzo narrow their eyes at me.
"Yes, every night we have a family dinner at six pm which the maids and head chef prepare. But I am afraid the rest of the day you will need to prepare your own meals". Damn it must be nice to wait and pampered on day and night these people don't even know how lucky they are. Back at home people would kill themselves just for 1% of what these people have. "You also will be starting school next week. Your grades are satisfactory but your attendance needs improvement". I couldn't help the chuckle that erupted from my chest. School for me wasn't hard at all. In fact, it's boring and I find it unchallenging. It just makes school ten times more unappealing. Margaret and mike didn't really care about my attendance it just gave them more of jail free card. Cause I was never at school enough for the teachers to notice the constant bruises.
"If schoolwork becomes a problem I will be coordinating you to a tutor to you or perhaps Luke or one of your brothers will help you". I roll my eyes and huff in annoyance. Vince thinks he knows me or something. But he doesn't even have a clue. "She will probably need more help than that dad.. look at her". Louis says eyeing me up and down with disgust. "look pork chops keep your filthy looks for yourself when you look in the mirror". Our glares at each other are tense and if someone lit a match it would catastrophic. Luke gently nudges his twin and we break our staring competition. Everyone continues to eat their meals and I just play with it and twirl it around. I hadn't even had a quarter of it only a few bits of it. I just don't feel hungry. Memories flooded of Margaret and Mike.
"look the bitch decided to help herself to some of OUR food". The bread was mouldy and I hadn't eaten in a week. I was looking deadly pale and my body was on the verge of collapsing. I had no option but to eat. "We should teach her a lesson for being a little thief and what happens to people when they steal". He grabbed me by the hair roughly pulling me up the stairs and down the corridor.
Margaret only grinned and left me in the hands of Mike. Mike grabbed the rope and begin tying me to the bed. My legs and hands were trapped and there was no way of escaping. He grabbed the kitchen knife and tore my t-shirt making my back fully exposed.
"Pwease I will be gwad girl". I screamed being only eight I thought maybe he will have remorse and sympathy for me. but he was only a cold sinister evil monster. "Now let's show you what happens to thief's.. Mark my words little bitch you will never dare steal from me or your mother again".
Hot tears flooded down my cheeks on the pillow. I curled my toes and struggled against the ropes. I screamed on the top of my lungs only for Mike to tie a rag over my mouth muffling the sounds. I longed to be back in dads arms... I longed to be in his kind loving fatherly embrace. I longed for any comfort.. for any love... for any kindness...
For anything...
I shifted in my seat uncomfortably and frowned at the memory. I still have the worded scar on my lower back. He carved thief into my back and what he did after broke me. He broke me utterly and completely. After that every night... every night after Margaret falls into her slumber and the clock reached 1 am the monster would come. If the day abuse wasn't enough. If that was not enough torture it was what happened at night what truly haunted me. what truly made me suffocate and make my heart shatter each time slowly and painfully. Dinner came to an end and the maids came to pick our plates up. "Are you finished, miss"? She asked looking at my full plate. "yes, thank you it was delicious". She grinned and dismissed herself with my plate. The boys watched me intensely and Vince was slightly frowning eyeing me suspiciously. "You can be excused if you Like Bambina you must be very exhausted after everything". I didn't need to ask twice I was already leaving.
I was in my room slowly getting ready to have a shower to clean myself. I was ready to scrub myself to the point where I no longer felt dirty. No matter how many times I do... I still constantly feel dirty... I feel his hands... I feel everything... and I felt disgusted beyond to the point where I now loathe my existence. I hear a knock on the door and I yell out a 'come in'. My twin walks into my room holding a pile of clothes. "Hey! dad told me you will probably need clothes." He hands me the clothes and I suspect it carefully. These clothes were going to be way too big for me and will probably quite literally drown me. "Sorry they were the tiniest clothes I had and the other boys are bigger than me. It's just that you are so tiny". He chuckles shaking his head. a frown forms on my lips. I try my best to hide my true size. I wear three layers just so I look bigger and not so deathly looking. But it's hard to hide my sunken cheekbones, bony hands and small frame. Makeup can't even help me I have tried everything.
I ignore his comment and roll my eyes playfully and fake punch him. "Ouch twin you injured your favourite brothers heart". I wink at him and smile widely. It feels so natural it must be a twin thing. "thank you for the clothes, I will wash them and give you them back tomorrow". I mummer finding it hard to be so nice. "Oh, don't worry about it Lil sis those clothes were from me when I was thirteen you can keep them. Besides, I think dad said something about taking you shopping tomorrow". I shudder at the thought I have always hated shopping it is so boring and time-wasting. Dad had to always bribe me with his bumblebee pancakes just to take me shopping. I was a massive tomboy when I was a child. and to be honest, I still am.
