Chapter 29

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Anouk

I was so anxious while thinking where he is taking me. Although I was dying to know that I didn't dare to ask from North. He is in a better mood compared to earlier. I recognize the place once he turned the car. It was where Colt took me. That creepy place once again. It still gives me chills when I remember North's murderous aura and bloody scene.

North stopped the engine and got off the car. I mentally prepared myself and get off the car knowing this time he won't act so gentlemanly and open the door for me. I went to stand next to North.

"This is where everything started in Italy once Lenzo took me from America" His voice was heavy and filled with so much pain. I clenched his hands trying to share his pain up to some extent. Sometimes all we need is just to know that someone is beside us. My instinct told me that his father is more than just a rapist and there are more stories that I won't be able to imagine.

"We stood here that day staring at the house. I was so terrified, sad, anxious and wanted nothing but snuggle against my grandmother. She was the one always drew away my nightmares and she and him kept me company till I slept every night" I could imagine a little boy looking at this creepy house with a lost expression.

"He didn't not spare a look at me for the whole time we travelled but he told me how my so-called beloved grandparents sold me to him for money. I guess he couldn't tolerate my cries and asking for them." His voice become colder and his eyes were darker with a dangerous glint on them.

"North, may be" I interrupted him wanting to defend my grandparents. They are not heartless like North believe. They love him. Lenzo lied to him.

"Don't interrupt me if you want to hear this" I bite my lips stopping myself angering him and ruin this. He is not ready to hear anything about his grandparents. It's not the right time to make him understand what really happened that day.

"I'm sorry"

"Once I entered this hell hole it was a totally new dirty world. Lenzo was a mafia leader. He did all the dirty works. You name it. anything. He sold women, girls, drugs, weapons, body parts. You name it. Anything he would get money. I learnt what a shitty world I was living for the whole time . Guess William and my grandma was hiding me from all the bad things " North started walking inside. I followed him inside reluctantly. I never want to go inside this house ever. Someone should redecorate this house or else someone would misunderstand this for a halloween ghost house.

"He personally trained me to become the next don. It was a torture. I was so lost just couldn't understand why he was beating me when he claimed that he was my father. My hatred grew more and more every day. I hated everything . He took his abuse to whole different level when he got to know that I didn't get his personality even though I look exactly like him. Irony. My mom wanted me not to resemble her rapist while rapist wanted me to act like him. I just endured all the things were thrown towards me. I hated him and William for doing this to me"

"This was supposed to be my so-called bedroom" I gasped when I saw that place. It barely had enough space one to move around. I could feel tears gathering in my eyes. How could someone treat a six-year-old child like this? No one deserve to live such a life. Although my family was poor , we had others backs all the time. It was a total blessing .

"You know there was someone who cared about this broken little boy in this shit hole. Martha. She was the cook. She was powerless to take me out from here, but she was kind enough to me sneak foods for me when Lenzo decide to starve me for long he desires. She would sing and comfort me quietly sitting outside the door all the time Lenzo broke my bones and left me to heal myself. There was nothing she could do to fight against those dirty men but she tried so hard to save me. She was the onky one who showed me some kindness for me " I sat next to him on the floor. Even though he was sitting beside me I could feel he was miles away from me.

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