Chapter 8

AN: Some drama in this chapter
⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ reader is abused and has an anxiety attack. Past trauma is brought up, read at your own risk.

Your POV:

"I'll stay with Narancia." I said.

The young boys eyes lit up and his spirits were lifted in an instant. He jumped up and ran towards me with a huge smile on his face. His ebony hair bouncing with every step he took.

"Yes! Let's go Y/N!" He exclaimed as he dragged me out of the room.

We ran through the halls and giggled as he almost tripped and fumbled a couple of times. We quickly reached his room and we ran inside. Narancia slammed his door shut and belly flopped onto his bed.

He landed face first in the grey pillows and panted, slightly out of breath, "Ugh, I'm so bored, I don't know what to do."

I walked over to his bed and sat down on the plush mattress. He shot up as if he had an 'a-ha' moment, "I got it, know what we can do!" He shouted.

I looked at him and raised my eyebrows in suspense as I awaited his answer.

"We can play video games! Have you heard of (favorite game)?" He asked.

"Yeah I do, I use to watch let's plays of them back in the day." I smiled.

Narancia popped up like a weasel and ran to his gaming console. He popped in the disc and pushed it in. He grabbed two controllers and handed one to me. He sat down on the floor and patted the spot next to him with a warm smile. I sat down on the fluffy carpet next him and returned the smile.

As the loading screen popped up, Narancia got up and went to the mini fridge by his bed and grabbed two sodas and chocolates. He sat back down and placed the items in between us.

As we absentmindedly picked at the food and pausing the game to use the bathroom, we grew tired and decided to stop the game and turn off the console. Narancia popped the disk out and placed it back into its designated case.

He stood up and yawned, "I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick. When I come back, we can figure out what else to do." He said as he sauntered into the bathroom.

I sat on the floor in the same position as I was, pondering what to do next. An idea popped into my head.

I stood up and grabbed the chocolate bars and sodas off the floor and placed them on his dresser.

The sound of the toilet flushing and running water pulled me out of my thoughts. As Narancia walked out, he waddled over to me and I turned to him.

"Hey I have an idea!" I said.

His eyes locked with mine and interest sparked within him.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Why don't we go to the mall!" I suggest.

Narancia's eyes widened and lit up. He jumps up again and shouts, "That's an amazing idea! But, we have to sneak ou-"

"What's going on here?" Abbacchio asked. He snuck into the room without us realizing his presence.

He leaned up against a dresser with his arms crossed over his broad chest, smirking at me.

"Uh-um, we were j-just." Narancia stuttered, feeling intimidated by his teammate.

"Well?" Abbacchio pressed as he raised an eyebrow. He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for someone to speak up.

I sighed in defeat and decided to answer him.

"We're just figuring out what to do now because we are bored." I explained.

"If you were so bored bella/bello, you could've just came into my room." Abbacchio said chuckling a bit.

Narancia glared at Abbacchio.

"Oh and, maybe I was just hearing things..." Abbacchio dragged out.

Oh god.

"I thought I heard you say that you and Narancia might sneak out and go to the mall?" Abbacchio asked.

Shit.

I stayed silent and nervously tapped my fingers on the bed as Abbacchio and I held eye contact.

"Was I mistaken?" He asked smugly.

I averted my attention to Narancia, who looked at me with the same worried expression worn on his face.

Abbacchio hummed with success.

"I knew it. I'll let you two sneak out and go wherever you want." Abbacchio said.

Narancia's eyes widen, "Really?! Thanks Abbacchio!" He said enthusiastically.

Abbacchio gave Narancia a small genuine smile. He may not show it as much, but he really liked the kid. He truly felt honored how Narancia looked up to him as a role model and guardian. Abbacchio will always have a soft spot for the young boy.

He continues, "However,"

Please don't.

Abbacchio turned and looked at me.

"There's a catch. I can let you two go, but you my dear, have to do something for me." Abbacchio said.

I glared at him.

"What?" I asked.

He smiled, "A kiss on the cheek would suffice." He said.

I blushed at his words. I scratched the back of my head, trying to figure a way out of this predicament.

"If you don't follow through, then I just might tell Bucciarati what you two planned on doing and he won't be very happy." Abbacchio said smoothly as he picked at his fingers.

Narancia balled up his fists and his face turned red.

"Fine." I said.

I abruptly stood up and walked over to the 6'2 goth man and stood before him. I got on my tippy toes and placed my hands on his shoulders to balance myself. I gave him a small peck on the cheek.

Leone smiled contently at me as the pink color flushed across his face. He softly hummed with satisfaction and gave me one last wink before exiting the room. As he closed the door, the sound of Narancia's heavy breathing was heard in the now dead silent room.

I turned to face him and grabbed his hand, "It's alright now, we can go do whatever! Let's head to the mall." I said trying to get Narancia's mind off of the situation.

"Okay." He grumbled. I only smiled at him and rubbed his hand in comfort. I grabbed my wallet as Narancia grabbed a wad of money and shoved it in his pocket.

We walked to the balcony and closed the doors. Narancia led me to the side where the white lattice panel was leaning up against the side of the mansion with vines growing and intertwining with the pattern. Narancia was the first one to go down and I followed suit.

As we both planted our feet into the grass, we tread lightly through the garden, trying not to make any sudden movements that would alert any of the members.

Inside...

Bucciarati was washing the dishes and Trish was right beside him drying the silverware, putting them back inside the drawer. As Bruno was rinsing out a pot, he noticed two dark figures lurking in the backyard. He paused and watched their movements.

"What in gods name?" He said. Trish averted her attention on her capo and gave him a questioning look.

"What is it, Bucciarati?" She asked.

"Do you see those two figures out in the garden?" He asked.

Trish looked in the garden but saw nobody.

"Nope." She said while returning to her task.

Bucciarati looked back to make sure he wasn't going crazy. He still saw them getting further away.

They seem to be moving away from the premises...

"They're still the-"

"Bucciarati, you might wanna see this." Abbacchio interrupted. Bruno turned towards his comrade and wiped his hands on a towel. He turned the faucet off and walked towards Abbacchio.

"What is it?"

Abbacchio was leaning up against the window holding back the elegant curtains in the living room. He looked at Bruno and then back outside. He only pointed at a specific area and Bruno's eyes followed his finger.

Bruno could now see Narancia and Y/N sneaking out.

"Look at these wieners sneaking out." Abbacchio instigated.

Bruno angrily scrunched his eyebrows together and crossed his arms over his chest and made a deep 'hmph' sound. A sour taste being left on his tongue.

Outside...

Your POV:

As Narancia and I walked to the strip mall, we peeked inside various stores and stared at the fancy merchandise. Narancia pointed out a Cuban gold chain while I pointed out a white gold chain with a diamond heart.

We continued through the mall and we decided to go get food. We settled at a caffè and ordered some food and chatted.

"So, tell me about how you guys got here." I said.

I may have came off a bit too strong, because Narancia stopped in the middle of taking a bite of his burger. He placed the patty down and wiped his mouth.

"Well, it was a long journey for all of us to get to a place like this. It was scary, we got a second chance but the journey was horrendous." He explained.

I nodded my head, regretting I even asked him.

He continues, "We got lost multiple times and ended up in different universes. Finally, after god knows how long, we ended up here. Thank god we are all still intact and healthy."

"Wow, I can't believe you guys have been through so much. A second chance doesn't even seem possible in a situation like that." I explained.

He nods and sips his drink.

As we finished our food, we threw away our trash and started to walk around more. We spotted an arcade and Narancia's face lights up. He grabs my hand and runs into the arcade. We paid for our tickets and we roamed the place finding a game to play.

We saw a couple of arcade machines that were opened and we quickly took two spots next to each other. We inserted some coins and began our competition. As we played, I couldn't help but smile as we gave each other a couple of shoves to throw one another off balance. We laughed as the game ended, He got the high score while I came in second.

"I demand a rematch!" I shout. He laughs in my face, "Fine! I'll be sure to beat you again, buddy!"

We continued this competition for over an hour and we both grew exhausted. We decided to leave and wanted to get back home before anyone noticed. We walked out of the joint and Narancia got close to me.

"Hey, there's a lot of sketchy people here, let me hold your hand." He said as he grabbed my hand.

I blushed and let him take my hand with zero questions. As we walked to the entrance to the mall, he faced me, "I really had an amazing time with you cara/caro. I hope we can do this again sometime."

Before I could answer, he steals a kiss and pulls me closer to him. He curled his finger under my chin and tilted my face upwards to get a better angle. I cupped his face and deepened the kiss as he slips his tongue in between my lips.

"That's it! You two are done, we are going home now!" A voice boomed.

Narancia and I jumped and pulled away, he reeled me back in and held me close to his chest as he slightly shook.

There stood before us Bruno and Abbacchio. Bruno's face was red with anger with his fists clenched to his side. Abbacchio had his arms crossed over his chest with a disapproving look spread across his features.

I locked eyes with him, "You!" I narrowed my eyes and stared him down.

He condescendingly smirks, "Me?" He says while pointing at his chest.

"You snitch!" I shout in anger. "You said you wouldn't tell anybody." I explained.

My face grew red with embarrassment, "You said if I gave you a kiss on the cheek, then you wouldn't tell!" I exclaimed.

"Well, I couldn't betray my capo now could I?" He says.

"I'm guessing you know a thing or two about bribes huh, Leone?" I slipped. My stomach dropped and I instantly regretted what I just started.

Bruno gave me an angry expression.

"Abbacchio, listen, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that. You were going back and forth with me and it slipped."

Dread coursed through my body as I looked at Abbacchio.

Abbacchio's face darkens and the smirk was washed away with a much more sinister look.

Bruno tried to grab Abbacchio but was too late.

"Abbacchio, don't-" Bruno shouted before Abbacchio sprinted towards me in hot pursuit.

I ran down the strip mall with an angry 6'2 goth man trailing my heals. I picked up the speed and so did he. He tackled me to the ground as a couple of bystanders gave a couple of "Ohhhhhhhs".

"Damn, why did he do them like that?" One bystander yelled.

A couple of people pulled out their phones and started recording, laughing at the situation, totally ignorant to the serious predicament I was in.

He wrapped his hand around my neck and began to choke me. He raised a fist but was tackled by Bruno before he could strike me. I coughed violently as I tried to catch my breath.

The crowd around us gasped as Bruno held Abbacchio in place on the ground. Narancia ran over to me and helped me up.

"Are you okay, bella/bello?" He asked looking me over to see if I was injured.

I coughed a couple of times and nodded my head, "Yeah, I'm fine." I wobbly stood up and held onto Narancia for support.

Bruno and Abbacchio stood up and dusted themselves off, "We are going to talk about this when we get home, let's go." Bruno said sharply.

As Narancia and I quickly followed behind Bruno, I felt Abbacchio's eyes following my movements. The walk was silent and awkward. The only thing that could be heard was our footsteps. We arrived at the mansion and entered into the living room where the rest of the gang was.

Narancia and I sat down on the couch. Abbacchio sat in the recliner across from us and continued to stare me down with the death glare. I crossed my leg over the other in discomfort.

Bruno sat next to Narancia and sighed, "Will the rest of you please go to your rooms, we have an important discussion to be talked about."

The rest of the gang got up and humbly walked to their rooms without a question.

Bruno then looked at me and I started to sweat.

"Y/N, I understand you might have felt angry with Abbacchio for alerting me of your and Narancia's whereabouts. However, you took it to an extreme and said something that should have never left your mouth. I'm sad to say that I'm very disappointed in you." He explained as his sapphire eyes bored into my (color eyes).

I looked away, feeling a sense of dread wash over my body. I felt horrendously guilty of my actions. I scrunched my eyebrows up in sadness as I recalled Abbacchio's past.

My thoughts were interrupted by Bucciarati's stern voice.

"Look at me, Y/N." He said. I looked back up at him and his eyes were still staring me down. My face burned with embarrassment and I looked down again.

Bruno abruptly stood up. Fear over took my body as he walked towards me. I leaned back fearing the worst, he grabbed me by the face and forced me to stand up.

His eyes darkened, "Look at me when I am speaking to you."

My eyes widened as his hand connected with my cheek. I yelped and fell over as the smack I received knocked me over. I held my cheek as tears brimmed my eyes, I heard Narancia gasp.

"Don't reach for them!" Bruno shouted. Narancia squeaked and jumped back, thinking he might receive a slap as well.

I slightly trembled on the ground as I curled up. Bruno kneeled down to my level and spoke again, "I don't ever want to hear that filth spew out of you ever again. Watch your mouth." He sneered.

Abbacchio sat there in silence.

"Bucciarati!" Trish's voice rang out.

I peered through my wet eyelashes and saw the gang standing their with their mouth hung open. Trish covered her mouth as she looked at me. She looked like she was on the brink of crying as well.

Bruno's head whipped around and he stood up, "I thought I told you all to go to your rooms." He shouted.

Trish was the only one who scurried out of the room. The rest of the boys stood there staring at their boss in disbelief.

"What did I just say? Now!" He repeated. The boys narrowed their eyes at Bruno before completely walking out.

Mista was the last to leave, he stared at Bruno with a certain burn in his soul. He balled up his fists and clenched his jaw but refrained from saying anything. He finally walks out of the room.

Bruno averted his attention back to me as I lie still on the floor, afraid of moving. He bent down once again and pulled me into his arms and rubbed my back.

This is twisted.

I felt awkward as he held me close to his chest. I stayed still not relaxing or leaning into his touch. Narancia stayed silent as he gazed at me longingly with sad eyes. I wiped my tears away and waited for Bruno to speak.

"Abbacchio, come here." Bruno said.

Abbacchio took his time to get up and walk over to where Bruno was stationed.

"Yes, Bucciarati?" He said.

"Face them." Bruno demanded.

Abbacchio walked around Bruno and squatted in front of me.

Narancia nervously bounced his leg, waiting for this to all be over.

"Apologize, and look at him when you do it." Bruno ordered.

I locked eyes with Abbacchio as his face was yet again plastered with the same condescending smirk across his features.

"I apologize, Abbacchio. What I said was out of line, I should have known better." I said with no emotion.

He hummed in response.

You're not the only one that has gone through trauma, Leone. We all have our backstories. My consciousness said.

"I forgive you." He said. He stood up and walked back to his recliner. Narancia was getting antsy as his anxiety blew through the roof. His heart was rapidly beating, this boy could go into cardiac arrest any second now. His nerves were shot. He had to think twice about bringing out Lil'Bomber but he held back.

Abbacchio sat back down on the recliner and propped his feet up on the coffee table.

I pulled away from Bruno's touch, having enough of the fake consoling. Narancia shot up and helped me stand up. He wrapped his arm around my waist as he walked me to his room without looking back.

Bruno stood up from his spot and sighed, watching you two walk to his room. Abbacchio stood up and stood next to Bruno as he spoke, "Did I take it too far?" Bruno asked.

"No, you didn't." Abbacchio replied.

Still, Bruno felt sorry for the way he put his hands on you. He felt bad.

As Narancia and I entered his room, I threw my wallet on the bed and sighed. I took my shoes off and put them in the corner of the room.

Narancia ran over to me, "Are you okay?! Let me see your face!" He yelled.

I faced him and he gasped.

"Your cheek is bruised." He said on the verge of crying. "I'm okay, Narancia." I said.

"Let's go to bed, it's pretty late." I said.

As we both dove underneath the covers, Narancia pulled me closer to his body and cuddled me. We laid in silence before I decided to speak.

"The rest of the gang is going to hate me now. I have a feeling that either Bruno or Abbacchio will tell them what happened." I said with a trembling voice.

"No they won't, they should be smart enough to realize your mistake and acknowledge that you apologized. If they're going to hold a grudge against you, that's their problem not yours." Narancia explained.

"I know, but I just don't want to deal with anymore drama." I confessed.

"Don't worry, you have me!" Narancia said as he pulled me closer. I laughed and snuggled into his chest.

"Besides that, I had a shit load of fun with you today." I said.

Although you couldn't see it, Narancia was madly blushing.

"I had a lot of fun with you as well. Goodnight, Y/N" he said.

"Goodnight, Narancia."

The next morning...

You were lightly shaken awake by Narancia. You noticed his messy black hair was dripping wet. You looked down and saw a towel wrapped around his waist. You blushed and looked away.

Your stomach then grumbled. You and Narancia giggled.

"Good morning, Narancia." I groaned.

"Morning, Bruno made breakfast for everyone." He said.

Anxiety coursed through your veins as the memories of the night before replayed in your mind. You lost your appetite.

"I'm not hungry." You said.

Narancia gave you a confused look, "But your stomach grumbled. You have to be hungry!" He exclaimed.

"I don't want to face everyone with a noticeable bruise on my face." I explained.

Narancia's expression saddened, "I know, amore, but you still have to eat. I don't want you to starve yourself, it's not healthy." He said.

"Can I shower first?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll get you some clean clothes." He said.

I rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom and waited for Narancia. He walked in with a large selection of clothes folded neatly in his arms.

"Here you go! I got you a wide selection of clothing for your choosing. I'll wait for you." He said before closing the door.

I got undressed and took time to diligently wash my body and hair. I gently lathered a washcloth and washed my face to get rid of any dirt and oil. I winced as I gently ran the washcloth over my tender bruise. I rinsed my face and turned off the water.

Once I got out of the shower, I brushed my hair and towel dried it. I wiped the foggy mirror and noticed my bruise got darker. I noticed a little blood vessel in my eye popped as well. I was shocked at the extent of my injuries. I felt tears forming in my eyes as I touched my sore cheek.

I sighed and got dressed. I gathered my dirty clothes and threw them in the hamper. I walked over to the bathroom window and opened it for ventilation and fresh air. The curtains blew elegantly as the wind came inside the room. I slightly leaned out of the window and watched the trees sway in the sky. I sighed as I gazed at the beautiful scenery. I inhaled the scents of the ocean breeze and goods being made at a nearby bakery.

I walked over to the sink and grabbed a towel to dry the floor of any water left over from the shower. After that, I snatched the remaining outfits and brought them out to Narancia, who was sitting on the bed with Giorno.

I placed the clothes down as Giorno stood up and walked over to me. His eyes were wide as he looked at my bruise and eye.

"Y/n, are you feeling well?" He asked.

I almost gagged on my words, "Yes, I'm fine."

This sounds all too familiar...

"Bruno told the rest of us what happened, I have no ill will towards you and the others don't as well. We want to take you out today and make you feel better." Giorno explained.

A weight was lifted off of my shoulder, but, I don't feel comfortable acting like nothing happened last night since there's an elephant in the room.

"I feel uncomfortable right now. Maybe later on today we can go somewhere." I explained.

Giorno nods, "Whatever you want cara/caro. Let's go eat now."

I felt my anxiety creep up my throat as we started walking out of Narancia's bedroom. We walked down the hall in silence, and I swear I can hear my heart beating loudly as we get closer to the dinning room.

As we walked into the room, everyone was seated at the table already eating. I kept my eyes averted from everyone until I sat down. No one seemed to take notice to our presence until we pulled out our seats and sat down.

I heard a few audible gasps at the table. I felt a hand on my thigh and I turned to see it was Trish.

"Are you okay?" She whispers.

I nod my head, "I'm alright."

I turn away and noticed in my peripheral vision Abbacchio staring at me.

I grabbed a cup and poured tea/coffee into my cup and took a couple of sips. I set the cup down before I looked up and saw Mista with a sad expression on his face. I looked down and started to eat my pancakes. I started to bounce my leg as my anxiety rose higher by the minute.

I didn't notice when Bruno stood up and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a couple of napkins for everyone. He came back and went around the table giving everyone a napkin.

"Here." He told me. I slightly flinched as I heard his voice. He placed a napkin down beside me.

"Thanks." I whispered leaving the napkin in the same spot.

Bruno sat down and looked around the room. It was unusually quiet, usually everyone would be talking and Narancia would be his usual loud self. But it was eerily silent. I basically let the dark bruise and injured eye do the talking.

Bruno picked his fork up and cut some of his pancakes in pieces.

"Why is everyone so quiet, let's talk." Bruno inquired.

He's really acting as if nothing happened. Goosebumps raised on my arms and legs as he spoke.

"What is there to talk about?" Mista started.

Please don't, I already know how this is going to escalate.

Bruno looks at Mista, "I don't know, why don't you start a conversation." Bruno said with a bit of attitude.

Mista looked at Bruno and loudly placed his fork down, "Hi Bucciarati, did you sleep well?" He fired back.

I looked up at him in shock. My eyes darted back and forth in between the two.

Bruno clenched his jaw, "I slept well, thank you."

His nice guy image is faltering.

I looked down at my food and continued to eat. At some point I stopped eating and zoned out and drowned out the background noise. Memories of my past began resurfacing. The memories of cries for help, the desperate attempts to fight back, the constant mistreatment.

I snapped back to reality when someone called my name.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Fugo asked. All eyes were on me now.

Come on.

I looked up at him and nodded, not trusting my voice. He slowly nodded not pushing for an answer.

I continued to eat as fast as possible. I just wanted to get out of this situation as fast as I could. I downed my coffee/tea and stood up grabbing my dishes and walked to the sink. I placed the dishes in the sink. Tears brimmed my eyes as I tried to steady my breathing. I gripped the sink as I started to shake.

I hung my head low as I took deep breaths. I felt a presence behind me and I looked back to see Abbacchio. I turned away from him fully avoiding his gaze.

"Hey, look at me." He says.

"Look at me when I am speaking to you." Bruno's voice rang throughout my mind.

"No no no no." I whisper to myself.

I felt Abbacchio place his hand on my shoulder.

The image of him choking me and raising his hand to hit me at the mall replayed in my mind.

The image of Bruno smacking me across the face and knocking me over came clear to my memory.

"Don't you dare touch me." I said trying to keep it together.

He withdrew his touch as he wore a concerned expression across his face.

"What's happening here?" Bruno's voice rang out.

What the fuck are you doing? Get up! I'm not finished with you.

I swear to Christ, I will beat you six feet under.

No one will be able to find you once I'm through with you.

Feeling pretty bold to try and fight back.

So you think you're tough huh? Come on, show me what you got!

It all clicked and I spiraled.

I collapsed to the floor as I violently shook. Tears rushed down my face as the past trauma was clear as day in my mind.

"Stop it." I silently cried to myself.

I carded my fingers through my scalp and gripped onto my hair and slightly rocked back and forth to try and make the memories and voices go away.

Abbacchio and Bruno rushed to my side. The teammates rushed into the kitchen and gawked at the scene before them.

"Y/N, what's-" I cut Bruno off as he placed a hand on my leg.

"Don't touch me!" I sobbed.

Bruno quickly withdrew his hand away. His eyes were wide as saucers. Sorrow filled his heart as he watched my helpless form rock back and forth on the kitchen floor.

He instantly regretted the night before.

"Abbacchio, take them to your room." Bruno said.

Abbacchio nodded and tried to carry me bridal style, "No no! Don't!" I cried out as I continued to wail.

Abbacchio immediately set me down and jumped back. He was horrified at he was witnessing.

Everyone felt sick to their stomach. When Bruno told everyone what happened the night before, they were all shocked. They were surprised I even brought up Abbacchio's past, but since they acknowledged that I apologized profusely they have nothing against me.

When they found out that Abbacchio tackled me to the ground and started to strangle me, everyone got riled up. Bruno had to quiet everyone down as he continued to explain what else happened.

When he had to explain why he put his hands on me, Mista shot up like a bullet and was about to pummel him. Giorno and Fugo had to hold him back. He was ready for an all out brawl. But, Giorno had to restrain him.

Now here they are, watching me have a mental breakdown because of the trauma I went through.

Narancia ran to my side and held me.

"Bella/Bello, it's alright. Guardami, I'm here for you, you're going to be okay. Deep breaths." Narancia said in a soothing voice. He rocked me back and forth as I continued to cry.

It felt like hours since I was there. All the food was left on the table where it was, most of it untouched. I finally stopped crying but I remained silent. I sniffled and hiccuped here and there.

Bruno was leaning up against the dishwasher. His knee was propped up and his elbow was resting on his kneecap. His thumb and index fingers were wrapped around his lips as he was in deep thought. His eyes were fixed on the ground.

He was walking on eggshells to try and come up with a comfortable discussion without trying to trigger me in any way.

He softly sighed as he averted his eyes onto me. He saw how red my eyes and nose were. The bruise seemingly got even darker than before.

"I'm sorry."

I looked up at him and met his gaze.

"I don't know what you went through in the past, but I'm so sorry that I caused the memories to come back. I'm sorry for laying my hands on you. I hate to see you in pain, cara/caro." Bruno said.

I looked away and nodded my head. "You just need to understand that I've been through something horrible, that no other human being should ever go through in their life." I said.

I looked at Abbacchio, "You're not the only one with a fucked up past. By all means I apologize for yesterday and I know I was wrong. Just don't hate me for it. I already have enough people that are out to get me." I whispered.

I looked away and rested my head on Narancia's shoulder. Abbacchio felt moved because of how brave I am.

"I hold nothing against you. I know you're truly sorry, and you're right we all have a past. Even though you haven't said anything, I'm glad you found your voice." Abbacchio said wholeheartedly. I looked up at him and gave him a soft smile, silently forgiving him. He returned the favor with a soft head nod.

The group decided to walk up to us and sit down on the floor. Giving me soft smiles and words of affirmation. Narancia kept rubbing my back and slowly rocking us.

I know deep down in my heart, I will be free from the trauma very soon.

A/N:
Guardami= Look at me