The Rosario Series Book 1
This is when it all started.
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He's not just a player he's just heartbroken of what his past did to him. Scared to love again scared to let his feelings take over him.
Elora Isabelle Baker a transfer student from Texas...
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Elora
Isaac was really abusive. I haven't told anyone, I have no intention of telling anyone
The fact that I love him but he still treats me like I'm nothing. My mental health is deteriorating because of him, I hurt myself the most, everyone asks me if I'm okay, I just say yes, it's hard.
I feel empty.
I knock on the door for a few seconds and Lorenzo opens the door. "Hey," he smiled, I shouldn't do this, but I did, it's hard. "I need to talk to you," I said slowly, trying to hold back my tears.
"Yeah, is everything okay?" he asked, looking at my wrist. I immediately cover it with my hoodie. "U-Uh, we should stop being friends," I whisper.
"What? did I do something I'm not the same anymore." He walked over to me. I took a step back" No "
"Because?" he looks hurt like someone just stabbed him. "I just don't know" I hold back the tears. He looks at my wrist again, grabs it and pulls my sweatshirt up.
(I had a shirt underneath)
"Is it because you hurt yourself?" How does he know. I didn't answer. "Elora, why are you hurting yourself?" He asked. "I-" interrupts me.
"I know you're not alone, is someone insulting you?" He looked at my bruise all over my body.
"What no, leave me alone!" I yelled at him. "You have to stop, it's not good for you," he shouted back.
He grabbed my wrist not too roughly and dragged me to his room, he put me on his bed. "You won't leave this room unless you tell me who did this to you." He raised his voice a little, which made me wince.
"I'm sorry if I scared you, Elora, you need to tell someone you trust, or tell me." He lowered his voice. "I already told you it was nobody," I lied. "I know you're lying", he goes back and forth, how does he know? is he stalking me?
"I do not feel good!" I scream. He was about to speak when someone interrupted us, she was a beautiful old lady, she didn't look old but she looked like she was in her 40's.
She is really beautiful and has freckles and green eyes like Lorenzo. "Cosa sta succedendo? E chi è questa bella giovane donna," she smiles.
I don't understand a word apart from Bella and Cosa, I smile back even though I don't know what she's talking about.
(Translation: what's up? And who is this beautiful lady)
