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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"get off me"! I cried trying to move and kick him away from me. "Oh, my little princess I am going to show you such a good time". I try squirming away and pleading for him to stop. "Please d-don't I am sorry". You could smell the alcohol under his breath and by how dilated his eyes are you can tell he stoned as well. "Now, my little princess daddy is going to give you a little treat ok. Slut"? I felt vomit rise in my throat and tears fell down my cheeks. I tried moving away but the deathly tight rope restricted me.
"Please stop... please". I sobbed he got his knife and brought it to my neck lightly scratching it with the sharp blade. "stop squirming bitch! If you scream I won't hesitate to stab this right in your throat". My breathing hitched and my sobs got caught in my throat. "Now enjoy it like the little slut you are". I clenched my eyes shut and tried to think or focus on anything else to distract me. anything at all. He unzips his trousers and thrashes himself painfully and harshly in me. I can't help the loud painful whimper what left my lips. My whole body screamed in pain as he thrashed himself into me.
"Such a dirty slut". I quivered pleading for someone to save me. just anyone. Pleading for someone to walk into the door and save me. I cried out more as he slapped me and left pain kisses and bite marks on my body. "help someone please". I whimpered quietly tears running down the sides of my face. my face was scrunched up in pain and the rope was digging into my skin burning it. The more time that went on the more aggressive he got. My skin felt like it was on fire. I felt completely disgusted in myself. Of how my body reacted to him. How my body betrayed me.
When it finally strike 1:45 he left with a satisfied perverted sinister evil smirk. He untied my ropes and I immediately brought them to my naked chest hugging them tightly. "until next time princess".
"Breanna"? I snapped my thoughts back looking at frank as he was now looking at me from his paper. "Sorry"? I asked clearing my throat. "I asked how was your life living with Mike and Margaret"? His voice was deep and his eyes narrowed to mine. I rubbed my wrists under the table. Feeling the scars from the rope. "It was fine". I shrugged narrowing my own eyes back at him. "Just fine"?
"yep". I said popping the 'p'. I don't want to reveal the memories. I don't want to risk Vince or the boy's safety. Mike was a dangerous drug lord who knew lots of dangerous people. I could never forgive myself if they got hurt.
"tell anyone and I will kill everyone you love. I know lots of bad people princess. If you think your life is hell now. Just you think about how hellish your life would be if you told anyone".
His words echoed in my head as a daily reminder. Every day those words echoed in my head. frank sighed heavily pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know if you know the importance of this Breanna. Mike is a very dangerous man who has done very bad things. Possibly even murder. If you know anything. anything at all. We need to know. We want him to stay in prison for as long as possible". I looked at Frank analysing him feeling internal battles go through my mind. My heart raced and the pain in my chest was increasing every minute. Sometimes I wish people were mind readers....
"I have told you everything I know.. so are we done now"? my voice was traced with irritation. Frank dropped his pen and ran his hand through his hair frustratedly. "Yes, I guess". I got up grabbing my things. I had to be here all morning and it is now 11 am. To say I am over it is, to say the least. countless questions about drugs. The people who I have had seen. the drug deals... how often they used it... the weapons.. they asked me so many questions... I only acted clueless to the situation. As much as a part of me wants justice. The little voice inside me just tells me I can't. I won't let anything happen to the boys or Vince. As much as they hate me and wish that I was dead. I can't lose another person. I can't let another person's death be my fault.
I just can't.
Walking into the waiting the room I was surprised to see all the boys sitting there. Their heads all snapped up to mine. "you ok". Alex asked looking at me carefully. "Yeah, I'm fine". He nods and I quickly see Louis glaring at me. I and Louis hadn't exchanged any words only looks. I have acted colder to the boys. After finding out that they are only being nice to me because Vince told them too. We walk outside and are greeted by the driver holding the limousine door. We all sit down around I sit comfortably away from them all and just stare out into the window. "so, where did you want to go"? Alex asks me. I sigh heavily picking the skin around my fingernails. "I just want to go back to the hotel if that is ok". They're faces soften. "are you sure you're ok"? Alex asks looking more concerned. "Yes, I am just tired". I snapped ignoring their gazes. Bruno grabbed my hand giving it a tight squeeze but I snatched it back. he looked hurt which made me feel guilty.
No! why should I feel guilty! They don't even actually care about me. all of this is just an act. They are just showing me fake kindness. They don't care. They hate me. they loathe that I am their sister. That I am related to them. Louis is only speaking the truth... as much as I don't practically like Louis. At least he is being truthful and not being fake. As we went into the hotel I felt bad. I do know how much Bruno and the boys wanted to see London and I would also like to be alone. So, it would be a win, win. "You guys can still explore London. I don't need anyone babysitting me". The boys then all exchanged looks as if they were talking through their minds. Strange.. they kept ever so often looked at me with a hardened look. "I will stay with her. You boys all go and explore". Enzo's deep voice stated well more like demanded. "fine by me". Louis shrugs gulping down a glass of water.
The other boys look hesitant but merely nod. Odd. Bruno looks extra hesitant like he is going through a powerful battle through his mind. This all just confuses me. just a few days ago they hated me and saw me as dirt and now they are acting like...this. These boys have worse hormones than an overly pregnant woman.
