Trigger Warning: Self Harm and Major Swearing ahead.

Amelia's POV.

"Ugh." I groaned putting my head flat against the table. Finally the boring lecture ended.

"What happened? Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Is it that time of the month? Do you need chocolate? Or ice-cream? Heating pad?" Daniel started firing questions my way.

He doesn't even hesitate to ask me about my period. He isn't embarrassed or ashamed.

And that's what I love about him.

It should not be an embarrassing topic. I should not be hesitant to talk about the thing that is completely normal.

"Chocolate Ice-cream. No heating pad. I'm not on my period." I muttered, not lifting my head.

"Ok, Miss Costello. I'll go get your ice-cream." He said, getting up and walking out, not caring about skipping class.

My phone dinged. I groaned internally and pulled it out.

'I'm going to have you soon, Ava Winston. Or should I say, Amelia Costello?

You're mine.'

My heart skipped a beat.

I got up abruptly, my whole form shaking. I ran out of the class and into the nearest restroom.

This can't be happening.

I stared at the message for a long time, hoping it would disappear, hoping I could un-see it, hoping he didn't send it.

Ryan Brown.

He's dead.

I groaned in frustration. My hands went to my hair as I started pulling them hard.

I can't leave my family. I can't leave my brothers. I can't leave Daniel. I can't leave Ashton.

I'm going to have you soon.

What should I do?
Tell Lorenzo, duh.

My phone pinged again, snapping me out of my thoughts.

'Don't even try to tell any of your brothers.

Fucking bastards they are, ngl.

Too good to be the mafia. Undeserving bitches.'

All the fear and stress turned into anger. No one utters a word against my family. I gritted my teeth and clenched my jaw.

Remember who the fuck you are, Amelia.
I kept telling myself.

My phone rang, just as I was about to cuss him out over text.

I contemplated whether to pick up or not.

Wonder if Jace can get his location by this number. But for that I'd have to tell them.

I picked up the phone, putting it to my ear. I was silent.

"Hello, Princess." A deep venomous voice said.

I could feel the bile in my throat.

"I know you're listening."

'Well duh. The call doesn't pick up itself.' I thought rolling my eyes.

"I know your dear older brother is looking for me like a hungry bitch.."

I cut him off.

"Lion, I'd say." I corrected. "You know, he'll claw all your organs out, cut your body into pieces and let you bleed, then stitch your body back together so painfully, you'll think death was an easier option? Besides, you're the bitch here. So stop talking shit about Lorenzo and go fuck yourself with a machine gun." I said, my anger and voice raising with each word.

He clicked his tongue repeatedly.
"Now, that's not a very respectful way to talk to your soon-to-be husband, kitten."

"Don't call me that. Or any names for fuck's sake." I yelled, wanting nothing more than to pull his eyes out and shove them into his mouth.

"They clearly didn't do their jobs properly. I think, I wanted you to be a respectful lady, who will never use her mouth for voicing her opinion or protest. Don't worry, swear all you want, because you won't have that privilege for long."

Is this bitch for real?

"As I said, Go fuck yourself with a machine gun or a cactus, because I doubt a low life like you can afford a machine gun." I gritted.

"Hmm. I see you don't want to have a lovey-dovey chat with me. I'll come straight to point." He began. "Tomorrow, at 11 am, the alleyway behind your school. I want you there."

"And what makes you think, I'll follow that?" I yelled. "Fucking low-life bastard."

"Oh you'll see." He laughed evilly, before hanging up.

I groaned in frustration. I could feel my blood boiling and my hands twitching.

I faced the marble wall. Before I could stop, my fist came in contact with the cold wall.

"I.Fucking.Hate.You.Ryan.Brown." I said, punching the wall with each word.

"Watch how I kill you and shoot you in your fucking disgusting little.." I kept punching the wall. The point where I punched, turned red from the blood from my fist.

I stood breathless staring at the huge red mark on the white wall.

I looked at my fist, hurting and red.

"Fuck." I cursed.

How am I gonna hide this?

Wrapping my hand with my handkerchief, I moved towards the classroom.

I don't want him to take me.

I don't want to go. I don't want his hands on me. I don't want him to even look at me.

I felt tears at the brim of my eyes, threatening to escape. I took deep breaths and wiped the tears, rather aggressively.

The bell rang signalling the end of school. I rushed inside and picked up my bag.

"Your Ice-Cream, Miss Badass." Daniel said, bowing a little. He chuckled, but one look at my face, his expressions darkened.

"What happened? Did someone say anything to you? Are you hurt? Are you sick?" He paused, putting his hand on my forehead to feel the temperature. "You don't have a fever. What happened?"

I looked at him and clenched my jaw.
"I'm just not in mood, Daniel." I mumbled, trying not to cry.

"Do you need a hug?" He asked, softly, stroking my hair. Then chuckled. "I'm so stupid. Of course, you do."

Before I could protest, he pulled me into a tight hug.

I don't wanna leave this embrace. I won't go. I won't leave my life that is finally getting better. I won't leave my happiness.

But if he still manage to take me, I'll die. I'll die trying. But I won't be forced to live a life I don't want to and be someone else.

I relaxed into his hug, taking in his scent. Inhaling deeply, to remember him. I was enjoying the hug, that was maybe the last hug, I'll have from Daniel.

" I Love you, Daniel. I'm sorry I took too long to be your friend." I mumbled.

He just sighed and rubbed his back with one hand, his other hand on my head.

I pulled away, with a heavy heart.

"Let me drop you home." He said, taking my bag from me and walking out, with my hand clutched tightly in his.

My injured hand was in my pocket the whole time. Thank God he didn't notice.

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I was laying in my room, staring at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts.

Why can't he just leave me alone?

Maybe I can tell my brothers and he will not know?

Maybe we can come up with a plan and kill him before he can even take me?

My phone rang.

"What?" I picked up, annoyed.

"Missed me, kitten?" I heard the bitch say.

"Oh fuck off, stop calling me. I won't be there." I said, getting the urge to hit my head in a wall.

"Oh, you won't?" He asked, mocking me. "You know how assassins work?"

My breathing hitched.

No fucking way.

"You won't." I murmured.

He's just giving empty threats.

"Trust me, I will." He said. I could imagine the sick smirk he had on his face.

"Look out your window." He said. I looked out. The sky was clear, the grounds were clear. There was nothing.

He can't do shit.

All bark no bite, bitch!

Just then, a helicopter came into view.
"That is Loaded." He said, slowly. "With armour. With bombs. Looks like a normal helicopter, doesn't it?" He laughed evilly.

I still don't believe him, bluffing bastard.

"I know, you won't believe me. My business partners and friends for years, were talking about their sister being stubborn." He said. I gritted my teeth.

My phone pinged.

"See it for yourself." He said, darkly.

It was a video, loading.

The mansion came into view. It was a live recording from the helicopter. It crossed the mansion, with the helicopter. After about one and a half minute, the vehicle was not visible from the mansion. It fired, into the woods.
There was a blast.

Fuck.

"See I'm not bluffing. Why don't you see for yourself and still refuse to do as I say? Maybe I'll throw a bomb or two on your castle and see the princess' brothers die." He said, his voice now dark and serious.

"And don't think about telling them. Trust me, I'll know. But in case, you still manage to tell your brothers and hide it from me, you'll still be killed. If I die, before having you, my men are all set to attack your house, with bombs."

So, he's asking to be killed after taking me. Interesting.

"Keep my brothers out of it." I gritted, almost begging.

I'll die before putting my family's life in danger.

"Then do what I say, kitten." He said, smugly. "I can't wait to have my hands on you." He laughed evilly, before hanging up.

Leaving me disgusted. Absolutely horrified.

I kept standing there, before my balcony doors, for what felt like hours.

That bitch is prepared.

"I'll go." I whispered to myself.

"Not with the body he wants." I completed, before turning around and walking back to the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it.

A perfect body? Sure.

I stared at my dagger in my hand. I need scars and pain.

Before I could stop to think, I was digging my dagger in my arm, immediately drawing blood. The pain was soothing, somehow.

Finally something I could feel and cry about.

"You're dead, Ryan Brown. You've invited death." I gritted, slashing my arms.