Seraphina“Master asked you to wear this.”My gaze flickered to the dress and than back to the maid, who had her brown eyes set on the side of my face. “Mind repeating yourself again?” I snapped at the maid with a hint of irritation.The fact I didn’t want it to acknowledge it but had too -- left me burning in high flames.“The master asked you to wear the young lady’s dress since you don’t have any on your hand. And be down in thirty minutes.”I bitterly nodded and motioned her to leave me alone.After she left, my gaze landed back on the skimpy black dress that was perfectly laying on my untouched bed. Frustration clawed my chest. I wasn’t going to touch this piece of filth, no matter what. Sienna---that blood sucking leech, always made its way to torment me, somehow.This must be her plan too. A good girl, saint; always wins, no?My lungs expanded, and I took in a breath. “Let’s just get this over with.” Discarding the dress, I opted for the dresses in the unpacked bags, which Alf
Seraphina"Vlad? Hey man, long time no see." Rosario fist bumped a young man who stood next to the lady in the green. "Been 1 or 2?" The lady asked on behalf of the cold looking son.Fulvio intervened, "more than one at-most.""That sucks. I actually missed you all." A girl spoke from beside them. Her smile of a million watts."So did we. Between where is my little girl?" Agostino suddenly questioned making the atmosphere more damp and quiet.Kozlovs. They were rude, arrogant and ruthless. The area I lived in, believed that they were devils from hell. But after a certain tragedy---left them broken and wounded."Where is she, Marianna?""I'm here." A sweet and angelic voice giggled, from behind my couch, giving me a severe, frightening heart-attack in the process. All the men gazed at me---or most probably behind the couch, followed by the females. "Aliza, come back here." The lady uttered, her conflicted orbs flickering between her and me. "No mommy, she smells so good, like a raspber
Seraphina"Leonid?" Alfonso stood up, his hand inside the belt of his waist. "Sit the fuck down, Fon." Enrico hissed under his breath."But he just-""Sit, Alfonso." Agostino demanded, drowning his protests down. Ofcourse, he would be in denial, because the Russians were always known for their brutal work."Do you dare?" Leonid tilted his head with an arched brow, almost challenging me to back off.His pepper grey hair did wonders to him in this age and the perfect shade of medium green orbs and cupid lips. I could see why Nikita had heart shaped emojis in her dark brown orbs whenever she eyed him."Leo, isn't this too much? Your friendship with the Italians could be at stake." Nikita murmured for only him to listen but, nothing saved her little comment. We all had heard it. The friendship could get discontinued however it won't end over me, because even if I tried to justify myself through this way, they'd forget about it sooner or later. "Alessio was my bestfriend Nik, from the t
SeraphinaImprisoned to the outcome that leads to more feelings.People make themselves immune to external stimulus, but I? I played with it until I broke myself. The stimulus could be anything, for instance; childhood trauma, abuse, sexual abuse, mental abuse or even ignorance.Isn't it sad? when you get hurt so much, you can finally say, 'I'm used to it.'But the question is, were people actually used to it? or were they just strong to cope up with it? certainly not, because no matter how much a person is strong enough to handle the pain, doesn't deserve it."Don't sleep." Enrico chanted these two words above my head as he swiftly crossed several hallways. Finally arriving at our destination, he asked Alfonso to open the door, to which in response, he did.Alfonso had followed us right after Enrico decided to carry me, because apparently he couldn't leave me alone with a person who despites me.Placing me down on a soft bed, I quickly scanned my surroundings. Even though some conten
SeraphinaPeople tend to keep themselves alive with the help of a certain therapist. They seek out for help and they even get better after putting their life as a showpiece. But was it possible for everyone, to talk? I bet no.Some hide while some don't.The secrets I held in my heart were tightly chained up. If one tried to dig deeper they'd have to break the glued locks and it was utterly impossible. Agostino sat on the chair, earlier Alfonso sat on. He didn't utter a word nor did I. It was as if, something clutched my throat. Frustration surfed through my veins as I desperately tried to think of something, anything, even if it meant to think about the torture I went through.'Abuse is much better then this mental torture.' The voice mumbled. And for once I agreed to it."Why?" I abruptly asked. The half unspoken question burning on the tip my tongue.He tipped his head and settled his attention on me. "Why, what?""You don't know or you're actually denying the fact you know?" I si
SeraphinaThey stand for nothing.They're lifeless and cold.They push us towards our misery. But anything they say, will never break our pure heart of gold, no matter what.Admit it or not, but one doesn't bow down to the monsters.Just like when you're standing on the edge, so young and hopeless with demons inside your head. There is no one to hold you or protect you, instead you fight, why?Because you're the brightest color of the dark. I choked out a harsh scream and slid down against the wall, letting the heavy tears run down on my cheeks. My body trembled as I recalled the events that unfolded earlier."He got hurt, because of me."I had never cried, not even when they both raped me, again and again until I dropped unconscious. It never took a toll on me. Not, when I landed back in the hands of my stepfather who ripped my already ruptured innocence apart once again. Not, when he smashed his alcoholic bottles on my head."He bled out because of me. Me?!"My shaking hands flew t
Seraphina"Is she up?""Let's just wake her up. He needs her.""Fucking bitch, got my brother shot.""Mind your language, Anna." The brothers bickered back and forth. "Whatever."I peeled my eyes open, only to find them surrounding the bed. "The fuck, do you want?" I groggily asked, lifting myself up.Hold the fuck on--- what am I doing in a bed? Fuck you Cyrus for placing me here.Honestly, floor would have been better."Are you even listening?" I tilted my neck towards an annoyed looking Savio. "Huh?""Enrico asked you something." He muttered and his gaze flickered downwards. Following his line of sight, I saw dried red all over my shirt. "Did your stitches open?" Enrico's gruff voice entered my ears.I shook my head and looked straight at him. "No. From before." He gave me a stiff nod and added, "I'd like your help.""With what?""Your blood." His words froze my movements and the flashback crossed infront of my eyes.He saved me. But why? Doesn't he hate me? But who was the one, w
Seraphina"Are you gonna stand there all day like a statue or do you need a permission slip to leave?"In response, he silently stared at me, as if he calculated the number of differences we twins had. "Suit yourself." I rolled my eyes and went to grab my phone from the study table.Grabbing the phone within my hand, I scrolled down a couple of messages which were work related, some were telling me that the shipments were successfully delivered to the other gangs; one of the men died during a sinister kill and much more.I turned around to see him but found the entrance empty.I shrugged and walked to my closet. Clutching a few fresh pieces, I strided towards the bathroom.Discarding my bloodied clothes, I wore the new ones hastily, not caring if the wound hurt or not.Turning on the tap, I splashed a handful of water on my face to get rid of the redness around my eyes. The skin around my eyes was swollen and red. "Why the fuck did I even cry for them? They don't fucking deserve it."