The Stolen Mafia Princess

The Scars

[Trigger Warning! This episode contains references to abuse!]

{Margo’s POV}

When we made it back home, I realized that Serena and Damon had followed us. Serena came over to my side and helped me out. She walked with me into the house, and soon I was met with my father at the doorway. “There’s my princess!” He said, he stopped dead in his tracks and looked over me. “You look so beautiful, Just like your mother!” He said, smiling down at me.

“Thank you dad..” I said softly, smiling back at him.

“Go on up to your room Margo, we’ll bring up your stuff and set it outside your door.” Marco said, before turning to my father and giving him a look.

“O-Okay..” I said softly.

“Go with her Serena, help her get up to her room.” Angelo added, before all of the boys began getting my bags from the trunk.

I walked over, giving my dad a hug. “G-Goodnight..” I said softly.

He hugged me back softly. “Goodnight bambina!” He smiled and kissed the top of my head.

Serena helped me upstairs to my room, and once we were inside she shut the door. “So.. I’m picking up on a few things, anything you want to talk about?” She asked, looking me over.

Tears began to pool in my eyes, and trail down my cheeks. I nodded, then shook my head, then sobbed. “I-I’m so sorry.. I just.. I don’t know how to talk about it..” I whimpered.

“Well, we know that you were kidnapped when you were a baby. That much is common knowledge here, but what happened?” She asked, walking over and wrapping her arm around my shoulder.

“If I tell you.. if I show you.. you can’t tell them! I need to do it, when I’m ready..” I whimpered.

“Of course.” She said, looking down at me. “I won’t tell a soul.”

I walked over to the mirror and pulled my dress off, and moving my hair out of the way. I heard her gasp as her eyes landed on my back. “What.. who did that? Why would anyone do that?” She shrieked.

I covered my face, and kept my head down. “I don’t know why..” I sobbed. “I don’t know why anyone would do this!”

I heard another gasp from the door, and looked up in the mirror. Standing in my doorway was Angelo, he had my bags in his hands. “Bambina..” he choked out. He rushed into the room, throwing the bags down and quickly made it to me. He turned me to face him, the fresh stitches, and old scars on my abdomen on full display. “Why didn’t you tell us it was this bad? You need to go to the hospital!” He yelled.

I gasped and jumped backwards, shielding my face from him. “Please.. don’t..” I whimpered.

“These are..” he started, before dropping to his knees in front of me, and looking at my stomach. “These are stab wounds, HE STABBED YOU?!” He yelled loudly. I heard an army of footsteps approaching the door, and quickly hid behind Angelo. I wept, and covered myself beside him.

“What happened? Why are you yelling?” Dad said, running in ahead of everyone else.

Angelo was angry, and Serena still had her hands over her mouth. My body was shaking, and I felt as though I was going to die. “He stabbed her..” Angelo said through gritted teeth.

“What are you..” my father started, but was interrupted.

“That bas**** stabbed Margo, that’s why her ribs are broken!” He yelled, he turned around and pulled his jacket off covering me up. “How many times has he done this kind of thing to you! How many times has he cut or stabbed you Margo?” He asked, keeping his eyes fixed on me. I shook my head violently. “Answer me bambina!” He shouted.

I shook my head again. “I-I don’t know!” I cried. “I don’t know!” I ran past him and locked myself in the bathroom. My whole body was shaking violently, and I couldn’t breathe.

“Margo, open the door!” Angelo yelled, I heard him approaching the door and began to panic more. He banged on it over and over again, and my head began to throb. “Open the door Margo!” He yelled again.

I gasped, trying to catch my breath and began clawing at my throat. “I can’t.. b-breathe..” I whimpered, I fell to the floor, hitting my head on the bathtub. My body began convulsing and I couldn’t control myself.

I saw someone running into the bathroom after a moment, but I couldn’t tell who it was. I could hear people talking, but couldn’t tell what was being said, and before I knew it, I was surrounded by darkness. Once again, fading out of consciousness.

{Angelo’s POV}

After she ran into the bathroom, panic began to sink in. If she has another panic attack we won’t be able to help. I shouldn’t have lost my cool, but seeing her body marked with so many scars, it broke something in me. I ran to the door and began yelling for her to open it. I slammed up against it, but it didn’t budge. Soon Marco came into the room with a set of keys. He unlocked the door, and once he did we all froze. Dad burst into her bathroom in front of us. “Call 911!” He ordered.

She was lying on the floor, her body convulsing, and blood pooling around her head. “Margo!” Mikey ran in past me, I froze in the doorway, watching her.

“What’s going on?” I heard Damon in the doorway of her room.

“Damon.. it’s awful!” Cried Serena jumping into his arms and crying. “She’s hurt.. she’s hurt so badly..”

Damon moved to come closer and I stopped him, stepping in front of him. “She’s not fully dressed.. don’t look at her!” I said, in a low voice.

“Damon, take Serena and go home, we have to get her to the hospital!” Marco yelled to him.

Soon they left, and an ambulance arrived. They loaded Margo up into it, she had been unconscious for a few minutes now, and my hands were shaking. “I’m going to kill him!” I growled out, stalking my way back into the house.

“For now, you need to come to the hospital with all of us!” Dad ordered, pointing at the car.

I nodded and did just as he said, and we made our way to the hospital.