{•Florencio Series: #5•}
Corvina has always been the odd one out. Her whole life has been filled with staying in her room and hypersensitivity. She's not one of many words, she's a listener. She observes until she has you down to a T. But some a...
Closing the door behind me, I'm not sure if I want to scream or bawl my eyes out. There's a pain in my chest that wasn't there this morning, if came when Idris explained things. The feeling I got, that self hatred, returned for the first time in a while. The last few years, I've grown okay with the fact that I do things differently and take things a different way, I always get through it, but this time it messed me up. Knowing what happened, I feel like I allowed to happen and mad that I didn't understand the extent. Part of me still doesn't, but I'm processing it the best I can. "Hey," my mom says, turning towards me in the couch. Marissa smiles brightly at me and that makes everything worse. Looking towards the dining table, Atticus is sitting with Dion talking. My skin crawls at the sight of him. "I need to get to bed," I tell her quickly and bolt for the stairs. I hear her say something like "that was weird" before I reach the hall and go to my room. The light in Idris's room is in, him sitting at the edge of the bed. I open my window, sitting down. He looks over at the sound of my window and gets up, opening the blinds completely so he can poke himself out. "Everything good?" He asks. I nod, rubbing my shaking hands together. His eyes lower to the concrete, letting out a loud sigh. "Maybe you could sneak over here after everyone goes to bed." "Sneak out?" I repeat in shock of his suggestion. He should know me well enough by now to know I wouldn't do such a thing. That could worry my parents if they come in and I would have a weight on my shoulders; not to mention, I would also end up ratting on myself. "Yeah, I didn't think you'd do that. Just...please keep your window open and do what I said. Do you remember?" I nod, gesturing to my phone that's still in my hand. I wasn't expecting having a friend to be with way, and I'm almost positive that it's not supposed to be. He made it clear with what he said that his feelings are more than friendly, but that's not what I'm looking for; I wasn't even looking for a friendship, just public education. "Yeah, and I'll stay with my dad tomorrow." "Zavian?" I nod. His brows pull together as if he's deep in thought. "What's the last name again? That name sounds familiar." "Corinthos." His bright eyes nearly pop out of his head. "Zavian Corinthos is your father?" I nod, not sure how he didn't figure that out already. He sees my last name on papers all the time and knew his name; he definitely isn't the brightest crayon in the box. "You know him?" I ask, getting a feeling that he does from his reaction. He shrugs, looking around anxiously. "In a way...he used to be my dealer." Oh great. At least when they see each other it won't be their first meeting. They seem like they would get along better than Atticus and him. I wonder if my dad and Atticus are even in speaking terms again. "What's he like? All I know is he gives good deals on cocaine," he says with an uncomfortable laugh. Now I vent help but wonder how my dad runs things, or more so how the person he works for runs things. Do they have sales or something? Buy 2 grams of Coke and get the third one free? "He's someone you can count on," I tell him. That's the best way to describe my dad. You could say that he's kind or thoughtful but that wraps it all up. "He's always been there for me, as a friend too. I think out of everyone I love him the most. He needs someone to favor him, so I do it." He smiles at me softly. "You see the best in people don't you?" "Why see obvious bad when there's hidden good?" •••••• Warning: Sexual Abuse (unconscious) ~Atticus's POV~
Looking up at the ceiling, my my hands run up and down Bex's back, my lips pressed against the top of her head. Her curls are more wild than usual due to taking a shower right before bed. Our legs tangle together at the end of the bed, her body laying almost directly on top of mine. Today was all over the place, therefore so are my thoughts and emotions. There isn't a way to out together how I feel. With Marissa and Dion staying here, I've been stressed because of all the commotion, then I'm worried about Bex and I still because of the the problems we were having before and I don't want it happening again, then there's Vina. She's never caused problems before and it's not necessarily her, but who she's brought into our lives. I liked Idris, it shocked me too that I enjoyed his company, but he's a better person than he gives himself credit for. My instinct this morning was to defend my family against someone who hardly knows anything, but than again, Vina talks to him more than she does any of us. I didn't let it drop after he left. The thought of Dion actually touching her melting popping into my head and eventually I couldn't take it, so I talked to him after dinner. Vina came in once we had cleared things up and confirmed that it was a misunderstanding. Sitting up, I carefully place Bex's head on my pillow so she doesn't wake up. I get out of bed, grabbing my sweats from the floor and putting them in. Opening the door, Bex thankfully doesn't stir at the noise and I make it out peacefully. Looking to my right, I notice Vina's door isn't closed all the way. The only reason that stands out so much is because she has a problem with gapped doors. Before she goes to bed, she has to make sure her door is closed all the time and locked with every single light off. I've always respected how organized she is with her routine and wished I had that ability. Before, the locking the door wasn't a issue but that changed when Idris came into the picture. Bed and I aren't entirely sure what the title of their relationship is, so we didn't want the chance of him somehow sneaking into her room, so we may have been unlocking her door at night just in case. Walking over, I peek inside first. All I can see through the small crack is an arm being held out as if to grab something. Pushing the door open a few inches further, I'm thankful I regularly put oil on the doors to keep them from getting squeaky. Dion stands at the edge of Vina's bed, one hand reaches out, fondling her covered breasts, with the other wrapped around his erect dick, moving it up and down. I don't know what to do, all I see if red and someone practically raping my stepdaughter. Hearing my heavy, fast approaching footsteps he takes his hands from both from her and herself, backing up against her nightstand with horror filled eyes. Grabbing him by the hair, I drag him to where he's kneeling, elbowing him in the face. He groans in pain loudly, blood immediately gushing out from his now that's probably broken from the impact. He cries loudly, reaching a hand up as I bring him further down. The lights switch on. I grab him again and pull him to the hall, noticing he's getting louder. If Bex wakes up I could care less, she'd want a shot, but Vina doesn't need to know about this. Kicking him in the back, he falls close to the edge of the stairs, I can focus on nothing but the anger coursing through me, the scene still playing in my head on repeat. Gripping the back of his head, I slam it against the corner of the wall twice, listening to him call out in pain. The front door swings open, Idris running into the house at full speed, almost bit able to stop himself. Dion stays still on the floor, hardly making any noise. "What the fuck?!" Idris yells, running up the stairs. Kneeling down next to Dion his eyes go cold; I've never seen someone become so emotionless in the face. "What did he do?" He says, his voice strained. He sounds so calm that it's the most scariest thing I've ever heard; the voice of a murderer. "I walked in on him jacking off and touching Vina in her room. She's knocked out," I tell him, my body now heaving and hot. He looks up at me in disgust, eyes narrowed. "You let this fucking happen to her," he says, getting up slowly, hands balling up into fists at his sides. His jaw ticks, teeth grinding against each other in anger. "You didn't fucking listen to me-" "Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like this?" The smartass look comes quickly to him, almost as if it's his resting face. "The only person with a working brain. Get him out of his house before I kill him and you. I don't give a shit if you're a cop."
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