My very loving family.... My family.... Abandoned me after I got kidnapped by his men.... They thought I was assaulted, that I brought shame to the good old mighty last name of ours.... Well I guess it was never mine to begin with...
CélineVincent.
As opposed to what the rumors in town were, Nana's last name wasn't her maiden last name nor her late husband's, it was his first name, after he died she changed it with all her children's last names. That's why it held such value to her, and Nana hated rumors, because she believed them and that's why she was so afraid the town would know then it will stain her dear's honorable name. Old peoples mind set was probably a grand reason too, she was religious, in fact too religious, if a girl is to be touched before marriage she lost her worth in her eyes, no one, not a single soul bent the rules, then comes me, who allegedly broke it shamelessly.
I was going to the conviennent store to buy snack, black van, 5 guys, 3 of which I remember, the other two grabbed me and tied me, their first words to me were:
' don't scream the car is soundproofed.'
So ofc I shouted, as loud as I can... And nothing... They just put earplugs and ignored me, I couldn't see where we were , black pitched windows, which I assumed were bulletproof.
When I say they ignored me, I meant as in they didn't talk in English, too bad for them I learned Italian, and as expected it was him again, although this time they didn't say much about why they kidnapped me, all they have said was how in 2 days everything will change, because he'll be back in business.
Then they said I'll be back home tomorrow evening at the forest, in english.
So I only had to endure them for the night, talking about the night, it was weird...I slept in a comfortable warm room while they took turns watching me, so I didn't run away because.... Well, it didn't feel like I was in danger plus I never had the chance to in the first place. The only bad thing they did to me after kidnapping was spilling a bucket of cream on me to wake me up, then they didn't let me shower and just dropped me off the next day.... I got to my parents's house, feet covered in mud of the forest, tiny scratches from the branches all over my arms and neck, wet and smelling kinda funny because of the cream, sweaty since I haven't showered for 2 days, hair disheveled.... Basically a look they thought resemble a non virgin AKA in the family's eyes a sluttywhore...I was unfortunate enough the whole neighborhood came out to see me as Nana cursed me out.
It was the first time I saw her lose her cool after Layla, back then she was afraid and worried, but she looked angry and disgusted at me, mainly because I didn't have what a real victim would have, tears....well maybe because nothing actually happened, sure they didn't know but imagining it could have happened and that's how they reacted??
To be fair I didn't have a mirror, I didn't get why she was angry, until she slapped me when I tried to get into the house, looking around us then, I saw their faces, expressions I've never encountered in my life, at least not towards me, my parents's hurted the most, my father looked at me like I was the prostitute from down town and not his blood, I tried to explain and they just called it bullshit saying something like 'why would anyone kidnapped a girl and not touch her but instead makes her look like that ' dumb but sure, I tried being in their shoes for a moment, I asked for a doctor to check if there's any DNA on me.
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There was.
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When the positive results showed up a few hours later, it showed that I did have someone's DNA on me. I was flabbergasted I didn't sleep that night_ I was used to not sleeping for extended period of time by then_ none of them came close to me... Expect when they spilled the liquid cream on me? Was it mixed with spit and saliva? Who would think to do...? Then it hit me, ofc it's gonna be him. It was his plan, again.
As the realization hit me, I was already being kicked out ,for the second time. when I tried to explain to them about him, they all thought I was crazy, that no one will go through that trouble for me.
I could've showed them the no longer existing letters and they would call me delusional, they'll think I wrote the letters acting like a stalker. They were too determined, nothing could've changed their minds. So I didn't bother to ask for a vaginal test... Then came the cherry on top, everyone in the family agreed that I was a psycho.
They said 'I was in denial and having this weird guilty moment where I try to justify my mistake and blame other people for my decisions and actions.'
They thought my illness hadn't healed, and that I was suffering of the sides effects of the loads of pills I took to regulate my sleep, which will explain _ to them_why I went crazy and started creating stories and seeking men's attention.
... THEY GOT ME HOSPITALIZED....FOR SIX MONTHS...6 FUCKING MONTHS...THEY PUT ME IN A FUCKING PSYCH YARD... I HAVE BEEN TAKEN AGAINST MY WILL... WITHOUT MY CONSENT!!
I got out right after my 21st birthday. The Vincents had already left the town, their houses are sold, the firm is opening a new branch in another town, which I'm assuming is where they're staying now, they left me behind.
Abondante and apparently disowned from the letter I got yesterday from my hotel reception_which I payed for with the money I save from my last job _
They didn't believe me, sent me away and when I finally got back they disowned me ?....I did rage a little, couldn't handle the emotional damage they did so I decided to push it towards someone who deserves it, him.
I was so furious, it hurted to breathe when I knew the cause of my pain and where he lays, but his house was no longer his house. The innocent woman who opened the door for me didn't know anything about the past owner, so I went to my old house, broke through my old bedroom's window and got in. None of my stuff was the same as I left it, only the closet and the bed. That was my room six months ago, my peaceful heaven turned into an unlivable space, the pink walls I painted so proudly and decorate with the silly butterflies with shinny glitter all over them seemed dull, dirty and grey. My paintings were no longer hanging, none of the questionable clothes I liked to do secret fashion shows with were in the closet, whose only purpose was to collect dust now. It's seemed fitting, the closet, the room just like me, empty .
It made it physical impossible to breathe in there, I flipped my mattress and found the old phone, I took it and headed to the forest, I tried for hours to unlock it, I finally successed a while ago, I've called him ...he didn't answer for what seemed like hours though it was probably merely minutes, he picked up at the last ring on my third attempt, he didn't say a word he stayed silent the only thing I heard was his breathing noises which seemed very calm like he just woke up, I on the other hand am fuming. This man ruined my life and had basically left me to burn in hell and he's sleeping!
I calmed my self slowly but thoroughly, I put him on the speaker as I said
" come. "
All I heard was a light sounds of a door closing before I hang up on him, that was 10 minutes ago, and I could hear his bike coming closer to me, the sound of the exhaust so strong I could mistake it for my heartbeat.