One Week Later
I was still staying at Lena's and Christian's house and had even gotten to meet their parents. Their dad Pedro was surprised that I was here so he was a little suspicious of me. Their mom Carmen though, she loved me. She would talk to me a lot and would offer me many things throughout the day. I began to look at her like she was my mom and it sucked because I had a mom. She just wasn't my mom. She and my dad were just two people who put me here and decided they wanted to make me a punching bag.
Owen and I had spoken finally and he was okay so I was glad. I told him everything that had happened over the phone. From when I left to now and he was happy for me but I couldn't get this pit out of my stomach that I had left him there to get beaten up. I told him that I was going back to get him whether it was alone or with Lena and Christian.
He had hope so that amplified my dedication, but this was all a couple days ago.
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"Lena I need to go get my brother" I say to her "okay, where is he? Is he at the store?" She asks. It's a lot more complicated than that Lena.
"No, more like I left him at my house and my dad hit him because I left, so now I need to go get him. You don't have to come and we don't even have to come back here but I need to get him away from that house. I also need my birth certificate and his and every important document."
"You got abused?" She asks and looks at me. I get quiet and the pit in my stomach grows. "Yes, me and my brother. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but I just was scared. I'm sorry Lena" I say and my eyes begin to water. "Aria don't apologize to me. It's okay, don't ever apologize to me. I'm so sorry that, that happened to you" she says and pulls me in to hug me. "Careful please" I say at my still bruised rib cage.
"Where is it" she asks "where is what" I reply "your house where is it" she says and gets out of her bed and puts her black boots back on. "You're coming?" I ask great full. "Christian is also" she says and grabs her phone.
I get off of the bed and follow her to Christian's room. "Hey open the door please" she says and knocks. He does it.
"We have to go, c'mon" she says in a tone that even scared me. "Where?" He asks and looks at me "Christian Romano get in the fucking car please" she says and walks downstairs, I follow her and soon Christian starts to follow us.
She grabs the keys and when we get to the car she gets in the drivers side and makes me go passenger. Christian gets in the back. She starts driving.
"Lena want to tell me where we're headed" Christian says "we're going to my house, I need to get my brother and my important papers or I'm nothing without them" I say understanding at least that much. "Where is he going to stay?" He asks "with us" Lena says and takes the directions I give her to my house, it was a little difficult since I had never been into town but she helped me by going to the same road she had picked me up from.
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"Owen!" I yell and walk into the house yelling. No one was in the living room or kitchen so I'm guessing my parents were in their room. Hopefully not making babies, I'd love a younger sibling but for them to grow up in this household I'd prefer not.
"Aria!" My father yells and comes out shirtless with a bat. My fear starts taking over and I kind of freeze but that's when Christian walks to my dad and pushes him away from me. I run to Owens room and find him laying down. "Owen! Owen! C'mon we have to go!" I yell but he was passed out. Oh my god. Please wake up.
"OWEN!" I scream and grab his face. His eyes barely open and they were red and dilated. He starts to cough and choke so I pull him as best as I can and sit him up, it took every muscle in me to do so. He began to shake and foam started coming out of his mouth. "OWEN! LENA HELP ME!" I scream and start sobbing. She barges in and her face drops. "Get him down!" She yells and pushes him down. "Help me roll him on his side!" She says and starts pulling him. I push and he doesn't stop shaking. "OWEN!" I yell afraid.
I'd never seen him like this, not anyone really.
He stops shaking and he opens his eyes more. "WHAT DID YOU DO OWEN!" I yell at him. He laughs and lays down on his back. "We need to take him to the hospital, I know that was a seizure I just don't know the cause" she says worried. I cry harder.
"CHRISTIAN!" Lena yells. He comes in worried. "What's wrong, are you okay?" He asks her and looks at her. "I'm fine, we need to get Owen to a hospital, now!" She yells "Aria where is y'all's papers" Christian asks me and starts picking up Owen from the bed.
"I, I don't know. My mom would know" I say and try to compose myself. "Lena go with Aria. Don't let her mom hurt you" Christian says and has Owen in his arms. He leaves the room and is seen by my dad.
My dad immediately starts yelling at Christian. Christian puts Owen on the couch and walks over to my father. He pushes him and my dad does it back. My father wasn't small he was a big guy. He wasn't fat nor thin. Christian was all muscle. Every square inch of him was entirely muscle so my father looked like a fool next to Christian.
They argue for a while and then my dad punches Christian. I run to them and try to pull my dads arms away so he wouldn't be able to hit Christian but instead I get hit. I fall to the ground and realize that I'd never be strong enough to fight a man back. My dad yells at me and before he can say anything else Christian grabs him my the collar and throws him into the refrigerator. He then punches him and my dad does it back.
I try standing up but my vision on one eye starts to go away. I let them fight and I let Christian hit him. I wanted my father to feel the very least he deserved after all the years he had hurt me and Owen. What my father deserved was to be skinned alive then to be pushed in a pool of salt, then burned but not the the point where he dies. He deserved the worst things in all of existence. I hated him so much so I let Christian hurt him.
"CHRISTIAN ROMANO!" Lena yells and runs at him. She starts pulling him off of my dad and I kind of want to yell at her for pulling him away but I don't. She's been nothing but nice to me. "He fucking put his hands on her!" He yells and pushes my dad again.
I look up at my father who was on the ground looking up at Christian with a bloody face, cuts, broken nose, black eye, and a slit from his forehead to his temple. Christian wears rings so I'm not surprised.
"THAT GIVES YOU NO RIGHT TO TOUCH HIM!" Lena yells "WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HIM! HE FUCKING HIT ARIA! ARE YOU SERIOUS!" Christian yells at Lena then wipes his mouth clean from his own blood. "I'm not defending him! I could give a shit less about him! What I worry about is you dumbass! You're already in deep shit! We need to go! I got the papers, let's go!" She yells "she gave them to you willingly?" Christian asks Lena "no, had to slap her a few times but she gave up after I pulled my gun" she says and hits Christians shoulder to turn around and grab Owen. Instead, he comes to me and picks me up. I groan and try not the cry because every breath I took made a sharp pain on my side.
"Thank you, I'm okay, just-just grab my brother please" I whisper to him. He holds my hand as I try to balance myself. I look at my father and walk to him. He sees me and gives me a pleading expression. I stand over him and just look at him. "I hope you rot in hell you piece of fucking shit! I hope every dream and plan you have for your fucked up life fails. I hope that you die dad" I say and cry harder.
Two year old me would've never said something like that to my dad. He was my hero, my best friend, he was my dad. I was his girl. I loved him so, so much. I don't know in what point of his life something went wrong and I was no longer his baby, and I was no daddy's girl. I was a fuck up and I was worthless. Today I saw that part that loved me one day. I saw that part of my dad that I loved but not longer wanted. I hated him so, so much but in all reality I just wanted to be loved by him like how I still loved him. I didn't really hate him. I always just hoped that he would change one day and that my dad would be back but he never did. I actually loved my dad and that's why I hated him.