Thirty

Anger, sadness, pain and other emotions Marco could never describe took over his body as he stared at the broken girl in his room.

Her knees were brought up to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around her, her eyes were still closed while her hair made a curtain around her.

' she was extremely beautiful ' though he couldn't utter that thought out loud in this moment.

" Mariana " he whispered wanting to tell her to stop and that he was sorry for judging her in the first place but apparently she seemed in another world that was filled with pain.

"I woke up in the middle of the night, with a little pool of blood while the other was dried on my wedding dress that was in shreds.

Good enough I was alone cause I wasn't sure that seeing any one at the moment would make me comfortable, I cried for my pain and mischief but then he was in the room and started to laugh again.

Panic rose in her when she heard that laugh, turning her head she caught a glimpse of him.

He was still in the same position she had last seen him

I was so scared, I tried to stand up and get far away from him but I couldn't due to the pain in my abdomen and lower parts, he grabbed me by hair and pushed me into the bathroom asking me to wash my whore smell away so he can have his wedding night

I didn't know what he meant but then took a shower before he dragged me out naked and threw me on bed.

He told me that now since am no longer a virgin, I was only his to use and he became the fourth man to rape me that night. " Mariana's voice had grown small as she burst into another set of tears.

"Please don't this Valente, am begging you " she cried as he held her wrists above her head but to him her begging was like music to his ears

Marco knew he had to calm down his anger for the time being, standing up he let out a huge breath before striding towards her.

He didn't know what to do but sit next to her pulling her in to his arms tightly he didn't know if he was already to let her go yet.

"It became the usual routine for me Marco, being locked in the room everyday and he always came back forcing himself on me " she shocked out while he held her close to him.

" you will be a slut in my eyes, a simple distraction " he said sweetly as if he was complimenting her beauty.

Marco wanted her to stop but he also wanted to know everything. He wanted to tell her to not to continue but was shred in between there.

"I one day started to feel differently and when the maid brought me food, I told her and she managed to get me a pregnancy kit.

That pregnancy became my hope of light, knowing I had a life growing inside of me gave me a smile but I was also afraid.

" am going to be a mom " she whispered to self staring deep into the mirror above the sink.
Slowly a smile graced her lips

With all the beatings I got, every time my husband felt like. I wondered if my baby will ever survive through my torture " A sigh escaped her lips and she held tight on to Marco.

Beryl was always a sensitive topic to her but she had to do this

"When my husband came back.

I wasn't going to tell him yet but when he slapped me for talking back. I knew what was going to happen next, it always happened and with panic and fear for my child I screamed out that I was pregnant.

My husband just got more angrier and grabbed me by the neck chocking me while telling me that it was my fault and he was going to make sure that I lose my baby.

I tried to fight back but only got punched and kicked in the stomach until I was unconscious pleading for my child to never leave me.

He squat down so his eyes were staring deep into her sore teary ones, grabbing her chin harshly he brought her face close to his and whispered dangerously
" In this marriage, sweetheart am the only one that gains not you "

I woke up in the basement, held by chains and only my feet could touch the floor below while I was completely naked. I struggled to be free and kept crying and screaming at my husband to let me out of there.

He came in with a knife and lowered me to the floor so that I was kneeling in front of him " She whispered closing her eyes, she could remember clearly every thing that happened that night.

" Va..lente.." She whispered, her baby blue eyes widening in fear at the sight of the knife in his hands.

The raping and all the other things that she couldn't tell, had happened that night.

" he tried to cut the baby out but only to... " she chocked out but the words seemed stuck some where deep in her throat.

Mariana pulled away from Marco and stood up on her feet, she turned around and breathed out a huge breath.

She really was finally doing this in front of him but the shaking of her fingers reminded her that he could reject her after this.
Clutching the hems of her black silk night down she slowly pulled it over head remaining in only her undies.

She allowed him to see her whole body, she allowed him to see the scars that she always hid.

Marco's hands balled in to tight fist, the anger he had held back was now starting to show again

What kind of a man would hurt a beautiful angel like this, he wondered.

Her whole back was covered in scars, she was so sure that by now he was so disgusted.

She was sure he didn't want to be with her anymore, though she couldn't help the smile when she thought about her Beryl, her sweet daughter.

" Even through the struggles of being whipped by chains, being locked up and denied food, through all the pain and raping I managed to give birth to a beautiful fighter " she whispered closing her eyes with a dreamy sigh.

" She had beautiful blue green eyes and blonde hair like her father's but of all things Beryl had a pure heart,  I knew it deeply.

I held her for one day after birth and she was taken away from me, I wanted to keep her and watch her grow" Rubbing her tears roughly she opened her eyes and stared deep in to space.

" Valente please give me my daughter back, I am begging you please.." She broke down in to tears banging on to the metal door of the basement one time.

"It's like my suffering had just began again, I was treated like a slave and in all that even my voice held nightmares. I was never allowed to talk especially about my daughter that was until she was four " another bitter laugh escaped her.

" she was returned to me when she was four, even if she didn't know me as her mama I still got a chance to know her.

She made me smile even through pain, her little hands always wrapped around me when I was crying but one day my devil of a husband returned and found her in our room.

He started screaming all thoughts of stuff, telling me that am useless.

He yelled at me telling me to let the child out, he had scared her but also tried to hit her which I couldn't allow to happen so I pushed him hard and his anger surpassed all levels I knew

"Getting out of my way " he roared pushing her harshly in to the wall and raised the gun towards the little demon as he called her, pulling the trigger three times without second thoughts.

He grabbed a gun and pushed me a side, without any hesitation he shot her three times in front of my eyes.

She screamed loudly as bullets rung through the room, her wide eyes stared at the dead mess of her beautiful daughter. He had killed her, he had taken away her sweet Beryl.

That day I realised that I had to find a way out far away from that demon and then a chance displayed it self.

He said that we were going to celebrate our fifth year anniversary, since I was the ex leader's daughter. The cobra's wanted to see me so I had to pretend to be happy.

I had to wear a gown because we were to renew our vows, none of his men were settled that day as I met the cobras.

One of them, my children best friend named Violetta made way for me in secret as I dashed for the woods, that's the night we met"