After being verbally, physically, emotionally and sexually abused for 10 years, Alessia Stevenson finally ended her number one problem.
Her stepfather
After being taken into custody by her real father, she is forced to live with him and her 6 older...
She a few mumbles of 'goodnight' in response, satisfied, she walked up the stairs slowly, with Daniel and Damien walking behind her as she made her way to her room.)
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I just had to get out of there, My stomach felt like a thousand knifes were being stabbed through it.
When I finally reached the top of the stairs, with Daniel and Damien close behind me, I stood still on the steps, my hands stabilising me on the banister, until I regained enough composure to continue walking. If Daniel and Damien noticed, they didn't say anything.
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When we reached my door, I thanked them, shut the door and collapsed behind the door. I was fully conscious, just tired. Everything was in complete agony. I hate this. This feeling. The weak feeling, the feeling that you can't do anything and that you just want to curl up and die. It's just awful.
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Eventually I got up off of the floor and made my way to my bathroom. I walked towards the mirror and looked at the state of me. My clothes were covered in Bitch face's blood. And my hair was a complete mess.
I took a quick shower and had a look at my wounds. They just weren't healing at all. The colourful array on my ribs, had only darkened, and the words that had been carved looked as thought they could be infected any day. I have a broken ankle and it hurts bad.
I can't walk long distances or run as fast as I would usually be able to. My dislocated shoulder seemed to pop itself back into place during the fight.
The burns on my thigh and and on my back were most likely infected by now. I applied burn cream to them, wrapped them up in bandages and laid on my bed.
Time to finally reply to that stupid email from Dad and Alessandro.
I read what they had written:
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To the Don of the Russian Mafia,
We, the Italian mafia, would like to create an alliance with you. Peace between both of us. We understand how the death of the previous Don, Andrei Vasilev, has affected you and the mafia of course. However, you have clearly risen to the occasion and made a 4th ranked mafia in one of 1st ranked. That is highly impressive.
