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...
I despise myself for what I've done, and I despise my body! Myself! I'm such a lousy friend, but I promise I don't want to upset Elora because she's having the time of her life. I just can't take it any longer, and I wish He'd never returned. We got away from him.
My mother's ex-husband is not my father; she divorced him three years ago, and we moved away to start a new life, but he returned and abused my mother and me; I'll never forget the point where he raped me. Every night, make me bleed under.
And he made me do something so cruel: he sent me to Elora to be friends with her again. We were friends, but not in a good way. He informed me that if she trusted me enough to bring her to dinner for him without her knowing why she was at my place, he would do the same to me.
He brings teen girls to the house who are more like young female adults, giving him pleasure. The worst part is that some of the girls are forced.
I'm so sorry for what I just did. She'll never forgive me for what I did. I saw she's with Lorenzo, and I'm thankfully happy for her. It's unfortunate that what's coming will harm her.
He would abandon us for days without food or water. He punched my mother so hard that I couldn't look at her since she was bruised all over her body and face.
"Get up!" I'm sobbing on the floor, letting all my tears flow. With his fist pulling up from the floor, he grabs my hair. I couldn't even walk.
"Stop sobbing, silly bitch, and go buy me some wine!" He spits in my face and pushes me to the ground. He throws money at me like I'm garbage.
I wiped my face with my palm, gently stood up, and took the money out.
I groan, knowing that I'll be punished for the everyday abuse he inflicts on me. Elora was walking along the road.....
Isabella and her were laughing and smiling at each other; they must be overjoyed. I couldn't let them see me like this, weak.
I turn away from them, not allowing them to see me because I miss them so much.
Uncle T is the name of the shop I find. "Can I please have two wines?" I lower my head so he can't see my bruise. "Are you having a party?" The man laughs.
No. "Perhaps," I murmured gently. "What's the use of covering yourself?" He asked, "Nothing?" I took the bottles violently and rushed out of the shop, leaving the money behind.
The bottles of wine were shattered. "Gosh!" A male voice spoke to me.
NO.\sNO.\sNO.\sNO.\sNO.\sNO.
I kneel on the floor, picking up the shattered glass. He's going to punish me once more. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, he's going to-" I cut myself because of what I was about to say.
"Who's going to do what? Miss "I hadn't looked up yet, the male voice inquired. "Nothing," I say as I raise my gaze to his eyes........
are very stunning I wish I could have them. His nose and lip are in fantastic condition. "I'm so sorry I didn't look up," I said, glancing at his wine-stained shirt.
"It's okay, I loathed this shirt anyhow, I'm Sebastian," he smiled. "Uh, Erica, I have to go," I responded, looking at the time. "Well, see you on the other side," he said as he walked away slowly.
He's going to punish me yet again........
"Where has the wine gone?" He inquired, with a serious expression, when he was going to do something truly horrible to me. "Uh- it's near," I said as I looked down the hall.
"You're telling the truth!" He roared, and I flinched as he approached, tugging my hair with his fist, saying, "You know horrible things will happen if you make me upset."
All I could do was cry. I couldn't fight back because I know what would happen if I did. "Adam, please don't, take me instead, just don't hurt her," my mother pleaded.
Her eyes were filled with tears. "You know what the consequences are if this happens," he grinned, not a good smile, but an evil one, as if he knew what would come next.
"God! Please, no Adam "My mother grabbed his hand, and he smacked her across the face, knocking her to the ground. "Back to you," he says, looking up at me.
He dragged me to the kitchen with his hand on my hair, I knew it was going to hurt so terribly since he had done it to me before. "Adam, no, no, I promise I'll bring it back, but just don't hurt me!" I longed to cry harder.
"You're nothing but a piece of shit," he said as he retrieved a knife from the drawer and carefully placed it on my neck, urging me not to move.
He raised the knife to my wrist and slowly inserted it into my wrist. In agony, I screamed. "Stop talking!" He screamed. He then moved the knife to my chest and slid it there.
All I can feel is pain, and I thought he was a father figure for me, but he wasn't. At first, he was sweet, nice, respectful, and cared for us, but after a year of my mother and him's marriage.
It all happened.
It happened in the blink of an eye. He punched me in the jaw, knocking me senseless to the ground. Oh my, here we are again....
He stomped on my stomach. I cough blood on the ground. I knew additional injuries were on their way. "You're frail! Women are weak; they are only useful in the kitchen!" He kicked me in the same location again.
"You're such a jerk!" He stomped on my back. That one hurt a lot.....
"Tonight I'm going to deal with you," he says. The sneer on his face was palpable. I know what's going to happen next.
I tried to get up after he left the home for two minutes, but I felt weak again. My mother ran over to me and said, "I'm so sorry, baby," as she helped me get up and placed me on the couch.
"I shouldn't have married him," she says as she cuts further. I despise seeing my mother weep. "You didn't know, Mom," I explained. I gasp in agony. "We're going to get out here shortly," she says, as she always does.
We can't since he always locks the door and has my phone as well as my mother's.
She brings a wet rang, places it on my lips, and says, "I'm very sorry," as she usually does when he hurts me. "Mom's fine, I'm fine," I responded, a sorrowful smile on my face.
I'm not sure what will happen next......
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