Guys take a look at the collage ⬆️ its her tattoos and her piercing, and her outfit i cant put the photos on the actual page for some reason so most images will be up there so don't forget to check it put every chapter and theres like two of each pic im not sure what happend but bare with me.
-Diandra pov-
(Nightmare, just a warning this contains SA and violence, you can skip until the writing goes back to normal if you don't want to read this part )
I go up to David's room to give him dinner, (A;N david is the foster father) opening the door to see him sitting on the bed.
"Y-your food, s-sir" I say, stuttering.
He looks up with a slight smirk on his face.
The kind that brings shivers down my spine.
"You're a minute late," he says in a gruff voice.
"I-I'm sorry sir, i lost track of time," i say, hoping he'll overlook it.
"You're supposed to get me my dinner by 7:00, right now, its 7:01. That means you will have to be punished"
Oh god, please no, I can not take those anymore.
"P-please sir !" I gasp out and start screaming.
He comes toward me and yanks my hair back, lifting me, and throwing me on the bed.
"AHHHH! PLEASE NOOO, PLEASE LET ME GO!"
I keep screaming as he pins my arms and starts ripping off my clothes. Then my eyes widen as he takes off his own belt, and i start screaming even louder.
I feel a harsh sting on my face.
"Quiet you little bitch, you are meant to keep your mouth shut and serve men like the good little slut you are."
When I don't stop screaming, he gags my mouth with his belt and flips me over so my back is facing him and i suddenly feel a pain between my legs.
I try to scream, but it comes out muffled and he starts pounding faster as he slaps my ass again and again.
God, why me, what did I do to deserve this.
I keep trying to scream till he stops and turns me back over.
When I look to his face, I see him with a disgusting smile on his face. He then lowers his eyesndown to my boobs and I start to panic.
And.. Wait, he let go of my hands, this is my chance!
I spot a lamp on his nightstand, and without hesitation I take it and hit his head, resulting in a loud bang.
--(End of nightmare)--
I wake up in cold sweat, gasping for air.
Its been awhile since I had that dream.
My first kill. My rapist and abuser.
Not even Eliza, my foster mother, figured out it was me. I made it look like someone he bought drugs from came and killed him.
He deserved to die, but I wish it was slower, so much slower. For all the pain he caused me.
I look to my alarm clock and see that its 4:00 am, I doubt ill be able to fall asleep again so i get up and go to the washroom. When i look in the mirror I see my eyes are red and puffy and my face is drowned in tears.
I hadn't realized that I cried so I quickly wash my face.
"You are not weak, you will not break, you will not cry!" I tell myself sternly.
I can't afford to be weak.
I do my business and walk out the washroom, grabbing my phone and laptop, and then head downstairs.
I go to the kitchen to grab some coffee, sit on one of the barstools and start working.
About an hour later while I'm emailing my assistant, I hear a sudden gasp.
I look toward the source of the sound and see my brother, Nick, standing at the bottom of the stairs with his eyes wide in shock.
Im about to ask him whats wrong when he suddenly starts yelling.
"DAD, ALEXANDER, TONIO, MATT, GET DOWN HERE NOWWW!"
I flinch at his sudden outburst, watching as everyone comes down with either a concerned, tired or pissed look on their face.
"Look guys, Diandra has tattoos" Nick says.
Shit i forgot about them, I'm so screwed.
I take some deep breaths.
"Yeah, so?" I say, casually.
"Principessa, you're only 17, you shouldn't have tattoos" Gergio says.
"My body my choice." I reply.
"Its too early for this, we'll talk later bambina," Xander says, and everyone agrees, going back up.
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This was really more of a filler chapter but i got it pretty long
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Romance(Previously known as love or death) Diandra Rossi was kidnapped from her family at the young age of 5. She was abused by her foster parents, she has been through hell but when she came out she trained to fight, to defend herself. Now even the devi...
