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Chapter 4

  • Ariana
  • Every sound of laughter that came out of her mouth was torture to my ear. I felt defeated and broken into multiple pieces. My dream had been shattered. There was no way I could hope for a way to escape because my only opportunity had been taken away from me.
  • "You have a phone? How did you get the money to buy this phone?" My Dad asked, but I didn't respond and only bowed my head, weeping bitterly. There was no use answering. They were going to beat me to death anyway. Why was I given such a fate? Why do I have to live like this? It was better I died than to live like this. "She obviously has been sleeping around for money, and she is planning to escape with Renzo. This is their picture together. Turns out he is her boyfriend, and they are both planning to run away to Mexico."
  • "You whore! How dare you," she yelled in my face as she pulled me from the ground and, hit me hard on the face and pushed me, making me hit my body hard on the cold floor. I winced in pain as I felt the painful impact of the hard floor all over my body.
  • "Baby, I hope you got home safe. Make sure to text me as soon as you get this. I love you." My Dad read and frowned as he threw the phone across the room, and the phone shattered.
  • "You've been sleeping around, huh!" My stepmother walked towards me, and I slowly crawled backward. "Enough!" My father yelled, and Greta immediately stopped in her tracks and turned to him immediately with surprise. I was more surprised than she was; my father had never for once he had never stopped Greta from beating the hell out of me in any circumstance. No matter how badly I was hurt, he would never say a word and watch her beat me to her satisfaction. We both stared at him, confused, as he sat on the chair.
  • Greta was furious and was not planning on hiding her anger. "I would deal with her accordingly. Did you stop me? Can't you see what she had done? She was definitely defiling herself with this Renzo. If she doesn't get punished, she will never learn her lesson." Greta ranted angrily, but Dad did not respond to anything she was saying.
  • "Come closer to me," my Dad spoke slowly and steadily, but every word that came out of his mouth were demanding. I looked around to be sure he was talking to me, and yes, he was; his eyes said it all. Greta was furious. She could not believe he had completely avoided her like she wasn't there. "Nevio !" She yelled his name, and he shot her a dead gaze and turned back to me. "I said, come closer," this time around, his voice was not calm but loud and clear enough for even the dead to hear.
  • I slowly stood up but fell immediately back to the ground. I raised my head to look at him to see if I could see any form of pity in his eye, but there was none. What was I even expecting? For him to carry me on his back and apologize.
  • I laughed at myself for having such silly thoughts as I tried once again to stand up, and I did; after maintaining my balance, I slowly dragged my feet to where he was sitting. For each step I took, I could feel pain in my ankle. It was killing me for sure. I must have twisted my ankle when I fell from the push. I took a step closer, finally filling the gap that was between us.
  • "Did you sleep with Renzo?" Dad's question made me totally speechless. I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came out as I was too shocked to speak. Was he serious? Did he really think I was a whore, like Greta had said? He doesn't even trust his only child? I saw the smile on Greta's face brighten, and a tear escaped my eye.
  • "No," I muttered. I was heartbroken that my father saw me as a whore, too, just like Greta did. "Speak louder," he yelled, and the tears flowed more. "No," I replied louder. "Good, so what are you going to do about her leg? He will get angry," he yelled angrily, and I frowned.
  • What was he talking about? "Nevio, don't worry. I will take care of that before tomorrow," she replied, and I stared at both of them, confused. What the hell were they talking about? I stared at both of them with curiosity.
  • "That mafia bastard wants her perfect. She will not show up to her wedding with a broken leg and a swollen face." He said and walked away.
  • Whose wedding?
  • What the hell was going on?