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“Yeah,” she sniffs. “I’m sorry. I just… I fucking hate this.”
“I know you do,” I say softly.
Kaia shows me how Aurora likes her coffee, which is basically half creamer and no sugar. I have white chocolate mocha creamer right now, which apparently is her favorite. Just another thing we have in common I suppose. Kaia takes the coffee to her before returning to the living room to sit with us.
I’ve been thinking about her blood sugar issues and how Dr. Williams said that a certain diet would help level her out. She can’t keep crashing like that, and certainly not passing out. Obviously, she will have good days and bad days but she should have more good days than bad, or at least that’s the goal. If stress is affecting her, stress management is vital.
From everything I’m finding online, lean protein is definitely the way to go. Obviously, she needs to be monitored by her doctor, but the diet change could help.
“She’d have to give up all that creamer,” Luca says.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she would rather have low blood sugar,” Kaia laughs.
“Does she often go without eating? That certainly is not gonna help her if she’s not eating,” I say.
“When she’s stressed, yeah. Some people eat when they get stressed or sad, but she just… doesn’t,” she says. “I’ve always thought that she was skating the line for an eating disorder, but I can’t tell. I don’t want to accuse her of something if it’s simply just her, not remembering to eat.”
“It’s something that should be watched,” I say. “So… before she hit puberty… how was Enzo then? Was he still abusive?”
“You know… I don’t know,” Kaia says.
“He was annoying,” Aurora says from behind us.
“Hey,” I smile as she comes over. I pull her into my lap with her coffee and she relaxes in my arms.
“Enzo was… troubled. He always has been for as long as I can remember. He was seventeen when he started touching me, and it’s like he was finally under control. He went from being violent toward everyone but me to being only violent toward me.”
“Violent to others how?” I ask.
“He killed our dog when I was six. He told Mom and Dad that he wanted to see his heart beating, so he cut him open so see if he could see it,” she says.
“What the fuck,” Kaia says. “I remember that.”
“Yeah, I didn’t know the story until a few years ago when he… threatened to kill me if I ever ran away from him,” she says carefully. “He always called me his toy. I always thought he meant it sexually but now I think that he meant that pretty literally.”
“I’d say so. Holy shit,” I say. “So he’s a psychopath?”
“He is devoid of emotion. I’ve never seen him genuinely upset or remorseful. He can mimic emotion perfectly. I don’t think that he grasps the concept of true remorse,” she says. “It’s like seeing me in pain or upset is how he relaxes.”
“So how has he been the last six months?” Luca asks.
“I don’t know. I’ve avoided him for a while. The few times I’ve been around him, it was in a public place.”
“It’s worth noting all of that to the police,” Milo says and she nods.
“I’m going to get dressed,” I say.
“I need to put my shoes on,” she says as she gets out of my lap.
Chapter Seventeen
Aurora
Once everyone is ready, we all get into Matt’s car and drive to the doctor's office to grab all of my medical paperwork. Luckily I never needed a blood transfusion, because I would have fucking died with the paperwork being wrong. How did they think they could get by with everything being wrong? After, we go to the station.
I am on edge for the entire drive. I am fidgety and I don’t know what to do with myself. Why can’t I just relax? Enzo, Mom, and Dad deserve everything they have coming to them. They deserve to rot in jail for what they have put me through. When I wasn’t being abused, I was being ignored or neglected.
The thing is, What if they’re not my family? Better yet, what if my real family is worse? What if being raped for a decade is heaven compared to what my biological family would have done to me? It’s fucked up that I am even considering that they aren’t my family. Why wouldn’t they be? Why would they keep me if they didn’t want me? Enzo sure wanted me though. The memory of him saying that to me makes me want to gag.
