Letting go of Pain

Chapter 28

Breanna pov:

"We should take her tomorrow it is rather late". Luke suggested. Which made me relax a little bit. Vince looked conflicted looking at me with furrowed eyebrows and glaring eyes. "fine, we will take her tomorrow". I sighed in relief letting my tense shoulders relax. Enzo swooped me up and was holding me bridal style. "Woah! put me down". I exclaimed looking at his horror. Enzo didn't listen to me he just carried my stiff body up the stairs. I tried wiggling out of his hold but he was too strong. "stop"! his deep voice demanded. I huffed in annoyance and stubbornly looked away from him. He sighed loudly and continued walking. "don't think for a minute that you got away from telling us". I scoffed then looked at him with raised eyebrows. "And don't think for a minute that I am going to be 'telling you'". I mocked challenging him. 

"lose the tone and attitude". He ordered. "and either way we are going to find out the truth. So, you can choose to be stubborn and not tell us because even if you don't tell us, we will find out". 

"your disgusting, you're such a vile dirty little slut! No wonder your family didn't want you"!

"Whatever, I don't care". I scoffed narrowing my eyes at him wanting to show him I don't care and I am not afraid. But inside I did care and I was way more than afraid.... I was terrified. He rolled his eyes in annoyance then walking into my room and placed me on the bed. He bent down placing his hands on his kneed staring directly at me. "it's ok to be afraid Bambina". I sighed in annoyance. Why can't they leave it be? Why can't they just ignore me? He moved a hair behind my ear. "why can't you just tell us"? I looked at him with wide eyes conflicted on what to say next. He sighed then stood up and started walking out of my room. I felt so much guilt swarming in the pit of my stomach. 

"staircase". He stopped in his tracks then stared at me with raised eyebrows. "my collarbone. I fell down the staircase". He stepped forward eyeing me closely probably deciding if I am lying or not. I did fall down a staircase I just didn't add in the fact that I was pushed. "and how did you get the strangle marks and bruises on your neck"? he challenged. "I got into a fight". I shrugged lying with ease. It isn't a hard lie to believe. People would just take one look at me. then decide that I am just a no-good troubled teen and then decide that I must've got into a fight. It is what I would tell the teachers and Ryan. The teachers all believed it but Ryan was always unconvinced. The conflict was undeniable. A part of me wanted him to push more and to know the truth. While the other part just wanted him to go away, believe the lie and to move on. He stood up turning around and walked to my doorframe before stopping in his tracks. "I don't appreciate being lied too". Was all he said before walking away from my room shutting my door in the process. 

A large part of me was shocked. I cursed myself for even saying anything. but the warm feeling in my stomach warmed my heart. It was happy that he didn't believe me. 

I laid back on the bed waiting for time to pass. Waiting for time to go and pass 1:45 am. once it passed I finally let my sleepiness overcome me. even though a part of me felt restless another was exhausted after my panic attack. So letting darkness overcome me was surprisingly easy.

"You're the reason I lost my husband! You b***h"! Margaret snarled slapping me hard. "I-I d-didn't". I trembled backing up into the wall. Mike looked at the scene smirking eyeing me up and down lustfully. He almost looked turn on by the scene. Margaret gripped my hair before banging my head on the wall. I felt liquid falling down my forehead and white clouds started to blur my vision. "what did you just say"? I didn't say anything I just stared at her with wide glossy red eyes. "I-I". she slapped me hard across the face. 

"you killed John! You killed MY husband". My bottom lip quivered and tears fell my red rosy cheeks "I-I didn't he died in a work accident". I shook my head, she chuckled darkly and dryly. My face paled and I stared at her with complete horror. She smirked at me her sadist evil eyes looking at me evilly. She then punches me with force into my stomach. I coughed gasping my stomach splattering up the blood. 

My throat burned and all the air in my lungs felt as if it had disappeared. "YOU f*****g KILLED HIM! He worked long hours and overtime just so he could feed you and look after you! You are a f*****g murderer". I cried into my hands feeling as if someone had just pushed a dagger in my heart. "I-I-.... I-I'm sorry". I killed him... I killed my dad. I killed my hero. "Aww, your sorry". She mocked using my sobby voice. "I will show you sorry b***h". She kicked my scrawny 13-year-old body down to the ground. Stomping on my face, punching and kicking my body.

I stopped trying to protect my body. Maybe if I just let her kill me I will be free. Maybe then I won't have to be here anymore. Maybe then I can be with my hero again. I can be with daddy again. "Margaret! Let me have some fun". Margaret smirked down at my now trembling body. "ok". She then kissed Mike. I felt vomit rise in my throat. "have fun baby". She then left the room and mike bent down moving my bloody hair away from my face. 

"let's have some fun princess". 

 Vince pov         

I woke up to a loud ear-piercing scream. It was filled with such horror, fear and pain. I jumped out of bed entering the hallway. All the boys were out in the hallway with their handguns looking worried and confused. Another scream came more ear-piercing than the last. It's coming from Breanna's room. 

"GET OF ME"! she screamed sounding in distress and full of horror. 

My face paled and I sprinted down to her room knocking down her bedroom door. The boys all followed me closely behind. When we reached the room we all searched the room scanning for danger with our guns drawn out. But only to find that she was having a nightmare. Bruno ran to her trying to shake her awake. 

"Don't touch me... please". She sobbed out tears falling down her face. she squirmed while crashing her arms and legs. I moved Bruno out of the way. "Hold down her legs and arms we don't want her to hurt her shoulder or herself". I caressed her cheeks trying to coo her awake. "Baby you're ok. Your safe". I said as softly as possible. Alex as well whispered calming things to her. 

"p-please stop, I will be good". My heart clutched and I felt more desperate to wake her up. This wasn't a normal nightmare. This is nothing like the boys used to have. "Shh baby it's ok. I am here". she squirmed more and tried crashing more. "I-I.. please stop.. i-it hurts". Her voice croaked softly which made my heart break. I swear to god I will kill anyone who hurt my baby. they will regret the day they even thought of hurting her. She whimpered and squirmed and winced each time she moved. The boys all looked terrified and conflicted. "why isn't she waking"? Bruno asked softly tears emerging in his eyes. "Baby it's ok. It's me, Vince". She stopped squirming and for a minute we all thought this was over. Before she screamed one more time. This scream was a scream that will always haunt me. it is a scream that will always echo through my mind and pierce my heart. Her eyes shot open and the boys all let go of her. She sat up and clutched onto me holding me closely. At first, I was surprised but I acted immediately and wrapped my arms around her. 

She sobbed into my chest my heart ached for my baby girl. She felt so small and tiny and looked so vulnerable and broken. "i-I". she sobbed. she looked at me with her beautiful brown chocolate eyes. But now they look dull and full of pain and filled with tears. I smiled softly and wiped them away. "Don't ever leave me". she croaked out. "please". She whispered more tears leaving her eyes. I pulled her into my chest holding her more protectively. "I never will". I whispered. 

"I love you dad". The boys all looked shocked then smiled down sadly at her. 

"I love you to baby girl".