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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"We should take her tomorrow it is rather late". Luke suggested. Which made me relax a little bit. Vince looked conflicted looking at me with furrowed eyebrows and glaring eyes. "fine, we will take her tomorrow". I sighed in relief letting my tense shoulders relax. Enzo swooped me up and was holding me bridal style. "Woah! put me down". I exclaimed looking at his horror. Enzo didn't listen to me he just carried my stiff body up the stairs. I tried wiggling out of his hold but he was too strong. "stop"! his deep voice demanded. I huffed in annoyance and stubbornly looked away from him. He sighed loudly and continued walking. "don't think for a minute that you got away from telling us". I scoffed then looked at him with raised eyebrows. "And don't think for a minute that I am going to be 'telling you'". I mocked challenging him.
"lose the tone and attitude". He ordered. "and either way we are going to find out the truth. So, you can choose to be stubborn and not tell us because even if you don't tell us, we will find out".
"your disgusting, you're such a vile dirty little slut! No wonder your family didn't want you"!
"Whatever, I don't care". I scoffed narrowing my eyes at him wanting to show him I don't care and I am not afraid. But inside I did care and I was way more than afraid.... I was terrified. He rolled his eyes in annoyance then walking into my room and placed me on the bed. He bent down placing his hands on his kneed staring directly at me. "it's ok to be afraid Bambina". I sighed in annoyance. Why can't they leave it be? Why can't they just ignore me? He moved a hair behind my ear. "why can't you just tell us"? I looked at him with wide eyes conflicted on what to say next. He sighed then stood up and started walking out of my room. I felt so much guilt swarming in the pit of my stomach.
"staircase". He stopped in his tracks then stared at me with raised eyebrows. "my collarbone. I fell down the staircase". He stepped forward eyeing me closely probably deciding if I am lying or not. I did fall down a staircase I just didn't add in the fact that I was pushed. "and how did you get the strangle marks and bruises on your neck"? he challenged. "I got into a fight". I shrugged lying with ease. It isn't a hard lie to believe. People would just take one look at me. then decide that I am just a no-good troubled teen and then decide that I must've got into a fight. It is what I would tell the teachers and Ryan. The teachers all believed it but Ryan was always unconvinced. The conflict was undeniable. A part of me wanted him to push more and to know the truth. While the other part just wanted him to go away, believe the lie and to move on. He stood up turning around and walked to my doorframe before stopping in his tracks. "I don't appreciate being lied too". Was all he said before walking away from my room shutting my door in the process.
A large part of me was shocked. I cursed myself for even saying anything. but the warm feeling in my stomach warmed my heart. It was happy that he didn't believe me.
