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"Please stop" I beg, giving up. Tears streaming down my eyes. "It's gonna be ok love" saying that he starts kissing me forcefully, shoving his tongue deeply into my mouth. His hands roamed around my body, before ripping the only piece of clothing I had left.

"You are so wet for me" he says, rubbing himself against me. "Please" I whimper, feeling numb. The feeling of him thrusting inside me was disgusting, I wanted to die. I wanted to give up. I tried to fight, I tried my best.

Wake up. Wake up.

"Wake up!" I get up with sweat covering my face and tears in my eyes to see Vincenzo sitting next to the bed with my hand in his. "It's just a nightmare" he says, sitting on the bed, infront of me.

He wraps his arms around me, trying to calm me down. "This wasn't just a dream. It's reality" I say wiping away my tears. I'm gonna be fine. "Do you want to talk about it? What happened?" He asks laying down and pulling me on top of him. My head on top of his chest.

"I'm fine" I say shaking my head a bit. He doesn't say anything just caressing my cheeks with his thumb. His eyes closed. "You aren't fine, you don't need to tell me anything but stop saying you are fine when you aren't. Let it out, I'm not someone to judge."

Hearing that somehow made me feel safe. Even if it was the bare minimum. People didn't do that anymore, they didn't care.

When I don't speak up, he continues. "You know, I had a friend, bestfriend honestly. She was alot like you." At that I look up to see his eyes filled with sadness. "She used to keep things to herself, acting like she was fine. I tried to help her but she acted like she didn't need it. Eventually she started harming herself without me knowing."

Hearing how he keeps using past tense and doesn't complete what he was saying, I didn't want to ask anything. He seemed to have been close with her. It pained him to talk about it.

"I was sixteen when I met him, klaus I mean." He opens up his eyes, looking at me. "I thought he was perfect. He had the looks, the body, everything he did was perfection. Antonio was seventeen at that time and Klaus was eighteen. We started hanging out and everything was amazing. At that time I also met Dante through Antonio, who wanted to street fight. That was when I started street fighting too. Dante was also like an older brother to Antonio and I." I say taking in a breath.

"A few months later Klaus and I started dating, but I didn't tell my brother. He never really liked Klaus, he said he gave him bad vibes. God I should've listened to him." I chuckle lightly as Vincenzo starts playing with my hair.

"At first it was great, and ofcourse I was only sixteen so it made me feel out of the world to finally be dating someone so perfect. I was happy. Then I started seeing him change, he started becoming possessive over me. He would blame me for being a whore and playing with all the guys, until one day he finally hit me."

"He abused me mentally and physically. He would make sure to hurt me only on the places where it wasn't visible to anyone. I started to think it was my fault, everything was. I wanted to break up with him ofcourse but when I tried to end things, he started hitting me and h- he-" I stop, looking at Vincenzo.

"He raped me" I notice him visibly tense and clench his jaw. His hands come up to my face, wiping away the tears. "It wasn't just once, he started doing it continuously until Antonio found out. He asked Dante for help and when they tried to help me, he killed him. He killed my brother." I say choking on my sobs.

I started crying heavily, and all the while Vincenzo didn't say anything. He just stayed there beside me. I felt safe for once.