"I'll leave while you're in there. I'll- I'll call the cops!" Bella screamed out, wanting desperately for her to leave Cole alone.

"I don't care," Mommy laughed, the gun still pointed at Bella. "All I care about is him. So leave, you fucking slut."

"Don't hurt him, please," Bella begged, her voice cracking.

"I just want to talk to him," Mommy said with a light grin on her cracked lips as Bella watched her walk into the room and slam the door shut behind her.

Bella wanted terribly to shout back at Mommy. She wanted to scream at her and knock the gun right out of her grimy fingers but she remained frozen in her spot. Bella stood still and stared at Sir's lifeless body, her heart racing and her chest heaving up and down at an unhealthy rate. She wanted to know what Mommy was planning to do with Cole, and she didn't know what to do to get him out of that position.

Her eyes widened when she remembered Mommy had the gun with her. Cole would surely talk back to her in some way and Bella could only imagine the outcome. She grew terrified.

She stepped over Sir's body on the ground very hesitantly before walking through the kitchen over to the cabinets. Her feet felt as if slime had been stuck to the bottom of them, and they left red, bloody footprints across the tiles.

She could leave out the window, but then Cole would be alone with Mommy. She didn't know what to do, but she knew just what she was doing to him in that room, and it made her stomach turn.

One of the cabinets were filled with different sized bottles of full liqueur, and Bella stood on the tips of her toes to grab a few bottles in her arms.

She looked towards the hallway, before she threw the full bottle of liqueur across the room, where it hit a wall and shattered with a large bang. Clear liquid coated the beige wall and floor of the kitchen, before she threw another bottle with blue tinted liquid inside.

The sound of the glass shattering was amplified and echoed throughout the dingy home.

Bella wasn't surprised when Mommy appeared from the darkness of the hallway, her eyes frantic as she tried to discover the source of the noise. She noticed Bella standing against the kitchen counter with liqueur bottles in her arms, and immediately began walking towards her.

Bella shook her head, before she held a heavy, filled bottle by the neck as a weapon and faced it towards Mommy.

"Don't come near me," Bella whispered, her voice shaking. "I'll- I'll throw another one."

"If you throw another bottle, you and your brother will be dead in seconds," Mommy threatened, her teeth gritted together while her eyes darkened.

"What did you do with him?" Bella asked, her voice rocking and her lip trembling. "What did you do to him in that room? Where is he?"

The edges of Mommy's lips curled into a malicious smile, and Bella gripped the bottle tighter.

"Let's just say, he knows not to mouth off to me anymore," Mommy's tongue gently slithered like a snake across her top lip and Bella couldn't handle how horrified she was.

"What did you do?" Bella screamed loudly, her voice breaking. She was so scared for him.

"Why do you care?" Mommy asked, taking a step closer towards her and tilting her head. "He's mine, and it's not any of your business."

Bella stared at her, her eyes filling with tears.

"You've been waiting to hop on him. You want him, I know you do, you filthy, filthy whore," Mommy spat, taking a step closer to Bella. "Steven is mine. Do you understand?"

Bella was fuming with hot, bubbling anger. "His name isn't Steven! His- his name is Cole! He's sixteen, he's only sixteen!" Bella screamed out at the top of her lungs. "You're doing this to a sixteen year old boy!"

The fact that Cole had yet to walk out of the room terrified her.

"You jealous little bitch. I can't wait to get rid of you," she said, her rotting teeth showing through a vicious grin.

"I'm going to hurt you," Bella told her, her voice shaking, "s-so bad that you'll regret ever hurting us."

"Is that true, Princess?" Mommy asked, her head tilting to the side. "You love me, I know that you do. And I know that you will love the man I have sold you to. He will treat you well."

Bella's heart ached and pulsed in her chest as a tear slid down her face. With an expression void of emotion, she lifted the bottle over her head and gained as much momentum as she could to throw it in Mommy's direction.

Mommy easily moved out of the way, her eyes on Bella as the bottle shattered against the wall and splattered liquid all over them.

"That's it, you dirty slut," Mommy angrily declared, before reaching into the pocket of her loose jeans to find that nothing was there. Her eyes widened as she patted her pockets for her gun, searching but to no avail. Her thin fingers reached up to sift through her straw-like hair in panic.

Bella's lips pulled back into a teasing smile as she held the last bottle in her grip. Mommy's eyes were still dark as they watched Bella carefully.

"If you throw my bottle again, I will kill you," Mommy stated, her raspy voice dripping with poisoned honey.

Bella swallowed hard, before she suddenly noticed Cole standing behind Mommy. His glare was hard and his shoulders were tensed as he quietly pointed the gun in Mommy's direction.

Mommy slowly turned her head towards Cole, her jaw falling open in shock.

"Sweetheart, you would never do that to me," Mommy cackled, entirely void of fear or doubt.

Cole's eyebrows furrowed as he licked his full lips, the gun shaking beneath his terrified grip.

"Vaffanculo. Sei una donna brutta e disgustosa e non vedo l'ora di ucciderti," Cole spoke, his voice gravelly and filled with fear.

"My sweet son, you really do not want to do this," Mommy said, her voice stern and now lacking any humour as she stared at him.

Bella watched as his finger moved to the trigger.

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