Mine

Ch. 6

"Where's mom?" Coming home from school I noticed mom wasn't there. Dad was just sitting on the couch nursing a drink with a blunt in his hand.

Not saying anything he just keep sipping his drink. From the corner of my eye I see movement. Turning to the side I'm face to face with Mr. Moretti and two other men. "Hi Mr. Moretti" I greeted. Just like dad he didn't say anything, just smiled at me.

Finally dad spoke "I sold her"

.....what!?

Suddenly everything clicked. Without hesitation I turn and ran to the door just to be tackled down to the floor. "Don't worry love I won't sell you just yet" I heard dad say at the same time as I hear a belt being undone and a zipper. Turning my head it was Mr. Moretti.

Fight or flight kicks in immediately. I lift up my arm and elbow him in the face.

"piccola puttana" (you little bitch). Quickly I get up and run to the door just to get pulled back by my hair. Not giving me a second to think of a way out he slams my head against the brick wall repeatedly before throwing me on the ground.

"You're mine. I miei piccoli Oleandri" (my little oleanders)

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It's been a month since Enzo cut me off of alcohol and put me in AA (alcoholics anonymous). I'll be one month sober in a couple of days. And let me tell you it wasn't easy, hell it's still not easy. At the start of me becoming sober Enzo slowly decreased my alcohol intake for a few days before completely cut me off.

He even blocked off certain areas of the house and only gave me the codes to the floor where my room was and the main floor. True to his words he even made me eat with him three meals a day.

I hated when he made me go to AA. The first day he was taking me I hid in one of the hall closet for an hour until he found me. I ended up fighting him when he tried to put me in the car, even bit his arm and tried to run away just for one of his men to grab me.

"Emery" Looking up at the counselor I look around and noticed everyone was staring at me. "Would you like to share something with the group today?"

"Pass" I only shared one thing with the group since I had joined. I told them that I was from the states and "moved" here with a "friend". After that every time they asked me to share I passed.

"Come on you've been coming here for almost a month now. Sure there is something you can share."

"Pass" he was getting on my nerves. If I wanted to say something I would have.

"Why are you here?" A girl name Jane ask. She's been coming here for five months now. She's a 17 year old who's whole teenage life has been about drinking. It doesn't help that her mom was an alcoholic who would drink with her. Hell she would beat Jane if she refused to drink with her. It got to the point where Jane dad left her mom and took Jane with him. If only he realized the apple didn't fall too far from the tree.

When they moved here Jane would drink every chance she got just to forget about her mother. One night at a party she drunk too much. When her friends brought her to the hospital the doctors found out her drinks were laced with ghb. Thankfully she survived and her dad put her in rehab. Now she's here.

"Why are you here?" She repeated when I didn't answer her question. "You've been here for a month and all you've told us is that you moved here with a friend. You don't even pay attention to us when someone speak."

"Now Jane just calm-"

"No! I will not calm down. People are here to get help. Get better and talk with people who are going through the same thing  and she's just here and acts like she doesn't care. If you don't want to be here just leave!"