Third person POV:

(Y/n) wandered around the street, her hands in her pockets.

"Accidenti a tutto. Why does all this happen to me?" (Y/n) asked herself, kicking at the ground.

"Bella~ Bella~ What are you-a doing?" (Y/n) looked up to see Feliancio running over.

"Ciao Feliancio." (Y/n) said, giving a small wave. "I'm just wandering around. My house was burnt down and I have no where to f**king stay." She added.

"Is that-a so? I'm-a so sorry!" Feliancio exclaimed, forcefully hugging (Y/n). A small smile playing on his lips before vanishing when (Y/n) pulled away.

"Please... Don't touch me. I'm still getting use to this.... Friend... Thing." (Y/n), mumbled, looking away, the tips of her ears bright red. Feliancio grinned.

"We're-a friends?!" Feliancio asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah... I mean... If you want to be... I understand if you don't want to after what I've done..." (Y/n) mumbled, her ears burning an even darker red. "Mi dispiace..."

"Sei perdonato bella! Come! You-a can stay at my-a house!" Feliancio cheered, hugging (Y/n) again before taking her hand and dragging her towards his house. (Y/n) stumbled after Feliancio.

"Slow down Feli! I can't keep up!" (Y/n) exclaimed. Feliancio laughed.

"You-a called me Feli!"

"Sorry!"

"No-a! It's-a cute! You-a can call me Feli all you-a like!" Feliancio cheered before throwing his front door open and running inside. "I'm-a home!" He called, kicking off his shoes.

"Bentornato!" Flavio called, walking into the room. "Ah! Bella ragazza! What are you-a doing here?" Flavio asked. (Y/n) blushed in embarrassment and looked away, rubbing the back of her neck.

"I uh... I needed a place to stay..." She mumbled.

"Si! So I-a told her she could stay here!" Feliancio cheered.

"Good job Feli!" Flavio cheered, patting his back. "I'll take her to her-a room! Go-a tell Luci and Lovi!" Flavio said before grabbing (Y/n)'s hand and dragging her off. As Flavio dragged (Y/n), he stuck his tongue out at Feliancio, who was pouting.

"Here! You-a can sleep here! It's the-a spare room, so it's a kinda small." Flavio said, stopping in front of a bedroom door.

"Anything is fine. I've slept in worse places." (Y/n) said, shrugging. "And it's on such short notice, I wouldn't f**king expect anything less." Flavio opened the bedroom door to reveal a twin sized bed and a small dresser.

"There are some-a clothes in the dresser. I'll-a make you some-a new clothes as soon as-a possible!" Flavio said. (Y/n) walked into the room and sat down on the bed, looking down at her shoes. Flavio walked in and sat down next to her. "Could I-a asked what your-a.... Father.... Has put you-a through?" He asked. (Y/n) took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"You sure? You might go murder his already dead body." (Y/n) said, chuckling sadly. Flavio shrugged.

"Nah, I think he's endured enough... From what I saw on the news." Flavio stated. (Y/n) hummed.

"Alright... I guess..."

"You-a don't have to if you-a don't want to. I-a know it will be-a hard to talk about."

"No. I need to tell someone. It'll be better just to get it done and over with." (Y/n) said, nodding to herself. She took another deep breath.

"Now... Where to start... I was brought to an orphanage when I was really little. I had no memory of who I was or what happened before. I stayed in the orphanage for too many years to count, watching kids come and go. Watching the adults pass away and become replaced. And through all those years, I didn't seem to age, which made the kids at the orphanage tease me. One day, I was adopted by this nice couple. A young woman with beautiful brown hair and blue eyes, and a strong man with brown hair and brown eyes. The two raised me as their own for years. But then my adoptive mother found out he was cheating on her. She got mad and, there was a lot of yelling. The next thing I know, he was pointing a shot gun at her head and she was lying on the floor, dead. He began yelling at me and yelling that it was my fault. That I killed her. I was six years old at that time. And that's when the abuse started. He lost his job and began drinking with all the money he got from the government to raise me. The kids at the elementary school always teased me for being covered in bandages and I ended up hiding in the bathroom all day. Since school was better then home. I wont get into the terrible details,  but for years, I was beaten at every mistake I made. One day, a girl with orange eyes took me from my house and I stayed with these guys who had country names. Then I was taken from them was was raised by these people that looked exactly like the countries. But after about a week of promises from the people, I returned back to my father and was beaten almost until death because I was 'missing'." (Y/n) said, looking up at the ceiling.

"Years passed and I got jobs to be able to eat. I entered high school and got into fights all the time. I met Seven the beginning of grade eight, so I gravitated towards him and his friends, where we created the losers club. The abuse still went on, but it didn't seem so bad now that I had someone to lean on... Someone that cared... Grade ten rolled around and that's where we are now. My house has been burnt down, my employer is crazy and I'm making friends with a bunch of persistent twins." (Y/n) concluded. She though for a moment before giggling. "Now that I think back on it, none of this would've f**king happened if I had just f**king told someone. Gah... I'm so f**king stupid sometimes."

"What the-a f**k did I-a walk into?" Flavio and (Y/n) looked over to the door to see Luciano standing there, his arms crossed. "And why the-a f**k is she-a here?"

"My house burnt down." (Y/n) stated.

"Si! Feli invited her to-a stay here!" Flavio said before standing up. He hugged (Y/n), kissing her cheeks. "I-a hope talking about it helped bella!" Flavio called, happily skipping out of the room.

"Che cosa...?"

"You-a never know with that-a bastardo." Luciano stated, sighing as he walked off. "Dinner is-a in half an-a hour bella!" Luciano called before disappearing downstairs.

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Accidenti a tutto - Damn everything - Italian

Mi dispiace - I'm sorry - Italian

Sei perdonato - You are forgiven - Italian

bentornato - Welcome back - Italian

che cosa - What - Italian