Dahlia pov.-
We pulled up to the airport entrance. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car, but my bag was soon snatched out of my hand
I looked at the culprit that had my bad. I glared at Vincent, and he chuckled
I rolled my eyes with a little smile and followed my father away area where we were supposed to board planes
"Where are we going? Aren't the planes this way?" I asked, confused
"Yes, bambina, but our private jet is this way," Father said
Private jet??? How rich are these
No, they can't be ... Are they in the Mafia
No, Dahlia, maybe they are just famous for business
Bullshit
I was so in thought I didn't hear Father calling my name
Hmm, I hummed
He looked at my face with concern, "It's a 9 hour flight. You can get some rest, there'sa room right in the back, " he spoked
I nodded my head. I grabbed my duffel bag and headed to the back. I set my bad down on the side. I was sleeping at I lay down on the pillow, and soon the darkness took over me
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9 hours later
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Flashback
Third pov-
"No, no, no, please give her back to me," She cried dreadfully
Jameson turns around, looking at me with his darkened eyes. He sets her down on the couch
Dahlia winced as he pulled her hair hard to where he was face to face with
"Rose," he whispered in her ear
She gritted her teeth as he hated that he called her Rose. It was the only nickname that her mother called her as a young little girl. When he called her that it sounded rotten when it came out his mouth. He stares at her, looking into her pure brown eyes
"You look just like her," he said
She knew exactly that he was talking to about her mother
"Please don't hurt her. Just give her back to me," I mumbled, but he heard me
"I would never hurt her," he remarked
He let go of her hair and went to the baby that was sound asleep in his arms he rocked the baby back and forth while humming a lullaby, which Dahlia recognized
It was a lullaby that her mother used to sing to her every night before bed
Dahlia watched as he just rocked with the little girl in his hands
There was a knock on the door, making the little girl stir in Jameson
Sh sh sh
Jameson went up the door and in came his best friend Gabriel
Dahlia stand there frozen in place as fear corrupted her body, Dahlia hated when Gabriel came over he would touch her all in the wrong places or Jameson would sell her to him for his good time Gabriel was worse than Jameson
Gabriel smiled at Dahlia with crooked yellow teeth. She shivered in disgust. He walked towards her, running his finger through her hair
"How is my favorite little girl doing, hm? Are you being good?" He asked
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Their Rose
Teen FictionDahlia Rose Romano was taken away from her family at the age of two years old with her mother. At the age of 8, her mother was found dead in there Town Lake. She has now been living with her abusive alcoholic of a stepfather, Jameson. Until her step...
