Hopeful Violets

Chapter { 12 } : anger

"You're awake", breathed my twin, as he came towards me.

I nodded, and tried to get up.

He helped me up, and just stared at me.

We were both smiling, but his was way sadder, we like always, met halfway, our foreheads against eachothers.

I closed my eyes, feeling full again.

Someone cleared his throat, making us pull back.

I looked at the others, as they all pulled me into a hug.

After a couple of minutes, with no one talking, I broke it.

"Sooooo, how long was I out for?".

They all snapped their haids towards me, looking at me with soft eyes.

My dad held my hand, and glanced at the others.

"What is it papà", he smiled at his name, he always seems satisfied.

He looked hesitant for a second.

"Ummm.. you were out. Ummm for, two days", he mumbled under his breath.

I stayed still, two days?

Omg they had to wait for me to wake for TWO DAYS.

I feel so bad.

I looked at our joined hands.

Papà held my chin higher with his free hand.

"Do you want to tell us what happened, or do you wanna wait, maybe till you're ready, or we can talk lat__", I cut his rumbling.

"I'll tell you", I said, and their eyes yet again fell on me.

"Are you sure?", asked enzo this time.

I nodded, it's only fair to tell them they told me about their business, even if they hate me after this, or pety me, I have to.

No secrets.

"My foster parents, stella and William Hendrix, didn't really like me. Like at all, they always hated me, they would say words to me, telling me I'm worthless and other stuff, I was 7 when it all started they would slap me or only kick me, but it escalated, it became slashes on the back, more kicks, on the ribs, face, shoulders, anywhere they can, then they started u_using knives, a_and sharp objects. They would engrave w_words on my back and lower abdomen, they would slash me with belts, and throw things at me, th_they never stopped until they were gone".

Once I finished, they were all in flames, you can see the smoke coming out if their ears, they were red with anger.

"How many times?", asked papà.

I knew he was asking, when and how many times a week and so on.

I hesitated for a while.

"How.many.times", seethed enzo this time fuming with anger.

I responded out of fear. "Everyday".

Once that word came out of my mouth, enzo stormed out of the room, leo and matt, were tearing, but still looking angry.

Papà, Gianni, and luca, were growling.

You okayyy.

After a few moments of silence, enzo came back with bruised knuckles.

He definitely blew off some steam.

"Can you show us?". He asked softly this time.

He came closer and leaned down so now we were face to face.