As we lay there, I hear Vincent's words echo in my head, deafening my conscience. 'My daughter too. I only do it to girls I fuck.'

I jolt up in the bed, and franticly ask Romeo "Where's Amara? Where is she? Tell me. Now, Romeo."

He looks at me confusedly and asks "Baby, are you-," he stops himself from finishing his sentence when I give him a stern look, and he groans, sliding his hands down his face "in her room, I think." He says begrudgingly.

I jump out of his bed and run out of the door, making my way to Amara's room. When I enter, I see her sitting on her bed talking to Christos - who's standing by the doorway. I push past Christos and run towards Amara capturing her in a bone crushing hug as a few stray tears fall from my eyes and onto her shoulder.

Amara quickly wraps her arms around me and she must give Christos a sign to leave as he cheekily says "Goodbye ladies." And leaves us alone.

I hug Amara even tighter as she rubs my back, trying to calm me down.

"Hey, Amélie? Are you okay? What's wrong?" She asks me softly and worriedly.

I let out a pained sob "I should be the one asking you that." I tell her.

She pulls back from our hug, her arms still wrapping me up in a hug, looking at me confusedly. "Vincent told me about.. um- when you were younger?" I say, in more of a weary tone, attempting to tread lightly, because everyone deals with trauma differently, and I wouldn't want to harm her mentally or emotionally.

A look of understanding crosses her face as she drops her arms in defeat and busies herself with a loose thread hanging off of her hoodie's sleeve.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't feel comfortable. I understand. But, Amara darling?" She looks up at me through her eyelashes "You'll never be alone again. I'm always here for you - under any circumstances. Okay?" I tell her reassuringly.

She nods and we sit in silence for a while, before she takes a fortifying breath and begins to speak. "The funny thing is, that I don't even remember it. The doctors were, legally, meant to inform on what happened, so I know that he you know," a shiver runs through her body as she tells me "but I don't recall a single thing." She must see my furrowed brows and understand my confusion, because she continues "The doctors and psychologists say that because I was only 5, my brain blocked out that sort of heavy trauma entering my memory. They say that in the future, I may see something that will trigger the memory of that night to come back, but it's very unlikely that I will. Until then, I'm meant to live my life and pretend that I wasn't told that my father had sexually assaulted me." She says nonchalantly, but a stray tear escapes her eye and I rub it away with my thumb, leaving a sisterly peck on her forehead, bringing her into a hug and resting my chin on her head.

"Have you spoken to anyone about it?" I ask her gently as I rub her back.

"A therapist? Yes. Anyone in the family? Technically, no. Romeo knows, because none of our parents could make it to the hospital wing in the house in time, so they told him. And now he goes to Christos' house every day since they caught Vincent and Francois, solely to beat the pair of them. He says that for Vincent, it's a different reason everyday. One day for you, one day for mama and one day for me." She explains to me.

I nod my head, focusing on the last bit of her sentence. 'he goes to Christos' house every day since we caught Vincent and Francois, solely to beat the pair of them. He says that for Vincent, it's a different reason everyday. One day for you, one day for mama and one day for me.'

If he only punishes Vincent for us, who's punishing Vincent for the cruel things that he's done to Rome?

"Anyways," Amara shifts the conversation "how are you feeling?" She asks softly.

Just then, the door flings open and in comes Liyana "Hey bitches! What are you guys talking about?" She asks as he voices drifts off into a whisper towards the end of her question upon seeing our downcast faces.

I pat the bed beside me, motioning for Liyana to come and join us. When she does, I absolutely pour my heart out to them.

I tell them about my father and how I hate him.

To which, I cry.

I tell them about Adrien and how he helped me and doesn't hate me anymore.

To which, I cry.

I tell them about the fact that my father payed to have my mother killed on my birthday.

To which, I cry.

I tell them about Vincent almost sexually assaulting me whilst I was drugged.

To which, I cry.

I tell them about Romeo and how he told me he loves me. But I also tell them about Romeo's betrayal.

And I just cry.

I tell them anything and everything.

And I cry. And I cry. And I cry.

"The thing is, I know I love him too, but I don't know whether I can trust him or not anymore." I cry out to them as they both keep me bundled up in a secure group hug.

Liyana pulls away and her face softens once she sees what a blubbering mess I am. She reaches forward and brushes my tears away "Listen, I think that, yes, he fucked up and betrayed your trust, but his ways of redemption are key. When he shows you that he loves you, then you'll know that his promises aren't empty." She says softly.

I nod my head, wiping the remainder of my tears as Amara speaks up "As his sister, I'd tell you to forgive him and just forget about everything he's done because I want to see my brother happy." She says taking a deep breath. "But as your best friend," she continues, "who looks up to you and wants to see you with someone who will treat you right, I'm telling you that he needs to prove his love for you. He needs to be able to move mountains for you just to put a smile on your face. He needs to be there for you at times when you feel like you don't even want anything to do with life. If he can't be your constant, then he can't be your future. I just want to see you happy, because you deserve that, but until his actions speak louder than his words and his efforts shine through, I don't think that forgiving and forgetting is an option." She says wisely.

Liyana and I stare at Amara in awe and pride "Who the hell decided that I deserved a sister-in-law as blessed and as wise as you. Come hereee!!!" I squeal as I attack her in a hug joined by Liyana.

We all burst out into a fit of giggles as we accidentally fall off of the bed and onto the hardwood floor. The sound must alert the boys as they come rushing to Amara's room. They bash the door open and stop themselves short, staring at us in bewilderment.

Matteo shakes his head at our childish behaviour and begins to walk out, but not before saying "Bitches be weird bro."

Romeo looks at him with narrowed eyes, following him out of the door "Don't call my wife and sisters bitches, bro." He says in a pissed off, sarcastic tone.

Christos is still standing there, trying to hold in his laugh as we try to untangle ourselves from each other "What on earth are you guys doing?" He says through a chuckle.

We finally get out of the hug and stand up ignoring him "Do you guys.. I don't know? Wanna go shopping?" Liyana asks with a shrug.

Amara and I eagerly nod our heads and I run off to my room, as does Liyana. But not before shouting out to Christos "You're coming with us, by the way." To which he grumbles something underneath his breath but I find a knife in my sock and throw it an inch away from his head.

That got him to shut up and stop complaining.

I quickly throw on a comfortable knitted jumper, some straight-leg jeans and white air forces. I also add some jewellery and spray perfume.

When I finish that, I put on some concealer, to hide my hideous dark circles, some mascara and some lip gloss. I tie my hair in a low bun and quickly dash out of my room to meet the rest of them downstairs.

However, as soon as I step out of my room, I get a very dizzying feeling and rush into my en suite bathroom. I kneel down by the toilet bowl and empty the very few contents of my stomach into it.

Oh yeah, that's one thing I forgot to mention, I've been vomiting quite often for the last couple of weeks.

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