The girl

She was heavily neglecting her sanity as she fled from her past....
Straight into the arms of her husbands sexy enemy.

Mature. War and Mafia's are brought up, with rape, sex, violence and disturbing scenes younger viewer's may find frightening.


6. Not far from a lie

“Morning.” Alessio’s face peered into mine, dark black bags hanging under his eyes. Did he not sleep?

I went to sit up but Alessio quickly stopped me.

“No, no, no! You need to stay laying down for today. The scar needs to heal, properly.”
“I am fine, I can move around.”

His eyes looked sad which made me rest my head back down on the pillow.

“You tired?” I whisper, watching him carefully.

“I was up all night.”

“You were screaming. Bad dream?” He says with exhaustion. My cheeks flame up with embarrassment,

“I am sorry.”

A weak grin forms on his lips and he shakes his head,

“I have a proposal for you, since you hate it here so much.”

Again, guilt was appearing.

“You need to stay here for a week, until the stiches are allowed out and then you can go to wherever you came from. Or, you can stay here and seek refuge from whoever you are running from. I am a man with some sense, I shall not treat you any different on your choice and I will allow you a choice.” He says, eyes observing me gently. I felt sick. Of course I needed to leave, I couldn’t trust anyone. However, where would I go? Home was definitely not an option.

Instead of answering, I stayed quiet, afraid of words piercing the calm feeling in my body.

“It is up to you. Either way, I will help you as much as I can until you don’t want it anymore. Those men… your husband,” He says with a hostile and disgusted growl,

“Will pay deeply, whoever they are. You need to help me get yourself some revenge.”

I shook my head. Of course the idea of revenge hungered me, but it was my revenge. Not his. I wanted to do it my way- whichever way that was going to be.

“Why didn’t you tell us you had children? We can find them and bring them to you here, you could be with your children, scar. Do you want that?” He smiled, trying to be friendly. I could tell he was not normally a patronising man.

“No.” I sniffled,

“How do you know I have children?”


I wanted to get mad but this feeling within me couldn’t allow it. He was trying to help me, to be honest I needed the help, all of it. But I was not going to admit that.

“Don’t you want to see your children?” Alessio asked, confused.

“Of course I do.”

“Then I can bring them to you.”

I held back a scoff and then let it go.

“You can’t.”

“I bet you I can, Scar. I am a lot more powerful than you think I am.”
I stared at him for a long moment and then with an unfair hiss, spat a few words which made his smile fade,

“Can you bring people back from the dead?”

There was a long silence followed by my cracked voice,

“I thought not.”

Alessio sat on his knees besides me and lowered his head with pity,

“I am so sorry, Scar. I had no idea.”

I shook my head, forcing a smile to hide the tears which were about to fall.

“I had two miscarriages, but you already know that, don’t you? Scans tell you everything nowadays. Even my dirtiest little secrets aren’t worth hiding in this place.” I spluttered, hating myself for enjoying the sadness in Alessio’s eyes.

“Before the miscarriages, I had a little girl. Victoria.” I say, reluctantly letting these tears flow down my cheeks,

“She was everything I had ever hoped for. But my husband was certain that it wasn’t his little girl. He despised my darling, called her a monster. Said she wasn’t worth keeping. He tried to kill her over and over. I wouldn’t let him.”

Alessio shuffled closer and I gripped onto his hands which he lent to me.

“I wouldn’t let him, Alessio. You hear me? I promised him he would never harm her.”

“It is okay, Scar. No one is going to hurt you here, you can tell me.” He soothed me as my tears flowed down my face, shuddering at the memory.

“You haven’t heard the worst part. I am a monster, Alessio.”

“No, no you are not. Carry on.”

“I had another one after that. He wanted a boy, take after him, you know? But I gave him another girl. Her name was Lily.” I sniffled.

“When I gave birth to Lily, it was my fourteenth birthday. Victoria was three. I was so happy to have another girl, I never wanted to let my husband have a boy.”

“You were eleven at your first birth?” Alessio spluttered out, his eyes popping out with fury. I felt sick,

“I know. I am disgusting.”

“Of course not, Scar. That is not what I am saying. How old was your husband when you had his child?” He gasps, eyes smouldering black.

“He is exactly ten years older than me. So he was twenty one… No wonder he wanted to settle down so quickly.” I say, my thoughts trailing off.

“He is a fucking paedophile!” Alessio fumed, blood boiling with an anger I couldn’t describe. I bowed my head. He hadn’t heard the worst bit yet.

“He was a father to me, before… You know?” I whispered. Everything was coming out now. I needed help, I craved something that wasn’t pain.

“How did he find you?” Alessio hissed, clearly in pain at his choice of words.

“Oh, this is the twist.”

He frowned at my smile.

“My mother and father sold me onto him when I was three years old, he says. Then apparently they killed themselves when they realised who they had sold me onto.”

Alessio looked away for a moment, clearly looking repulsed and disgusted,

“The story…Go back to your children.” He snapped before quietly adding,


“When I was sixteen, I had my first miscarriage. I was a wreck. My husband, he… He knew it was a girl and instead of letting me give birth to her, he starved me. She died and so did a part of me.”

Alessio gulped and shook his head in disbelief.

“After that, he tried for more children. Little did he know, one of his friends- the only one who showed any mercy towards me- was giving me birth control. I remained on the pill up until I was twenty until my husband caught the man giving me a drug. The man was instantly killed.”

Once upon a time, I had flinched at the gruesome scream as my husband shot him between the eyes. The only human to ever show me some love and pity. Dead. Gone. Sometimes I wish that he would have let me off that easy, a quick death.

“My punishment was to choose one child to survive.” I whisper, and Alessio gasped again, clenching his jaw tightly,

“I going to fucking kill this heartless bastard, Scar, don’t you worry!”

I nod but I couldn’t supress the cry,

“I had to choose between my children! Which one I wanted to keep alive. What kind of mother am I?”

Alessio planted a kiss on my temple as I struggled to keep up the story.

“Victoria was nine when she died. I killed my eldest child. I am a monster, I didn’t want Victoria to grow any older in this suffering household.” I whisper,

“My husband had started raping me when I was six. Victoria, he promised, he wouldn’t touch until she was eleven. In celebration of my age when she was born. She had two more years and he would taunt her with it each and every passing day.”

“What about Lily?” Alessio asked quietly and I blinked back the tears.

“She was six. The perfect age, my husband said…”

I closed my eyes and forced myself to speak of that night,

“I murdered both my children, Alessio.”


I peered back up to him, afraid of seeing his repulsion aimed at me,

“Yes. He came home one night, angry- more than usual. He said someone had really pissed him off and he wanted fresh meat to take out his anger on. He gave a name but I can’t remember now, maybe I will remember later…” I steered off topic and Alessio coughed, focusing me gently.

“He had his favourite knife and he came in waving it around. He then aimed it at lily and I snapped. I grabbed his knife and stabbed him with it…” I paused, taking a deep breath,

“I stabbed my husband and if I hadn’t lost control of myself so easily, Alessio, he wouldn’t have hung Lily right on the spot.”

I began shaking, it was as if someone had flipped a switch and I went on vibrate mode. The tears were becoming Dry River as my mouth hurt from supressing the cries.

“Scar, you didn’t kill her, it was your bastarding husband. He hung her! You tried to protect her!” Alessio gasped, before laying his head down on my chest. He was in pain, hurting and I couldn’t tell him no. I liked his presence, it calmed me. No matter if it wasn’t his pain, he took the burden off my shoulders and crushed his own.

“Your husband will pay for the day he ever set eyes on you or your innocent children. I can promise.” Alessio lifted his head and pulled me into a hug- I definitely needed this form of loving contact.

“Do you know where he would be at this moment in time?” Alessio pressed as I shook my head,

“France. He is French. We are French.”

He smiled at me. However, it wasn’t a patronising, sinister smirk like the men gave out to me; it was genuine and cute.

“When I found you, we were in France, Paris, and then I flew you over to England. How long were you on the bus for in Paris? Where did you come from?” He shot questions at me and my brain struggled to mentally prepare answers with its sensitivity.

I closed my eyes and shook my head a little. All I could think about was the kind man who helped me and how he ended up. My death count for people I care about was growing too high.

“I shouldn’t be telling you all this.” I stood up and walked away from him but I didn’t get very far. Within a blink of an eye, he was in front of me with a pleading look,

“I’m sorry, too many questions, right? Urm, here take a seat.” He tried to comfort me and it was obvious he was not a compromising man.

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