"So much raw pain lies beneath my facade."

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U r a v e l l e d

Isabelle's P.O.V (changed her name)

I stared at the man in front of me like he just lost his mind. His lips curled into a evil smirk, coldness evident in his eyes.
"What are you doing here Mr Lachowski? And what the hell was that? Poor Joshy looked ready to piss his pants!", I whispered-yelled angrily for I didn't want to cause any unwanted attention on myself.

"Joshy?", he snickered looking at me with his judgmental eyes. "What? You and Joshy are already so cosy? Damn how much?"

I slapped him hard, my breathing became rapid, my nose flared up in anger. I clenched my teeth, balling my hands into a fist.
"Fuck you Mr Lachowski, you don't fucking know me", I gritted my teeth, storming out of the cafe.

Tears prickled my eyes, I wanted so desperately to not cry but I couldn't stop the tears that were about to flow. Next thing I know, I'm dialing Mr Graham's phone.

"I know that my next session isn't until Wednesday but I really need this", I mumbled, my voice thick with desperation.

"You don't even have to ask, come Bella, I'm right here", he said comfortingly over the phone, my lips tilted up into a small smile, the warm words of Mr Graham seeping through me. Mr Graham has been my therapist ever since my dad died and the incident that followed.

After about five minutes I finally reached his office, he opened the door as if he knew that I was there. His cheerful expression fell when she soaked in my appearance.

"Oh dear, what happened? Come in", the grey hair man who I dearly love said, ushering me inside and that's when I fully break down.

"He asked how much, he asked how much!", I cried out, memories rushing back to me that I had to gasp for air. Mr Graham shoulders tensed up, he rushed to my side, soothing me. He knew that I was talking about the incident.

Flashback//
"Come on sexy, I know you want it. How much?", I backed up until I hit the wall, cowering in fear, tears poured out of my eyes.

"Don't try scream sexy, no one will hear you", he whispered into my ear, his breath reeked of alcohol. I tried getting away from his grip but a stinging sensation met my cheek.

"You little bitch!", he grabbed my neck, I let out a whimper, he chuckled darkly.

"You are worthless bitch, you better be glad that I might spend a penny on you", he said harshly, attacking my neck with slimy sloppy kisses.

End of flashback

I let out a whimper, closing my eyes I gripped onto the couch, the pain so prominent in my heart. Not being able to even think about what happened after that, I looked at Mr Graham who looks utterly sad.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Bella, please tell me what happened clearly", I looked into his eyes, his eyes held so much raw pain for me that made me cry harder.

"I was having lunch with my colleague and then out of nowhere, my boss showed up and scared my colleague away. I was mad because I was having a great time and I started talking about my colleague and suddenly, out of nowhere he says and I quote "What? You and Joshy are already so cosy? Damn how much?" I knew that it probably didn't mean anything to him but I remembered about that night and it was too much. It was a mixture of pure anger, sadness and fear",Mr Graham was frowning, his eyes were ready but his eyes held some sort of adoration and showed how proud he was of me.

Why on earth am I like this? Why do I have to always get this angry? Angry to a point where I see nothing but red. I looked at the plain white wall that had a poster on it.

"Anger Management, Post-Traumatic Stress-disorder, Anxiety, depression? Welcome to  the Macbride Therapy Centre"

"Bella, Bella you are so undeniably strong, I am so proud of you! Look at you, you have grown so much since that night", his eyes glistened with tears.

"Aww Mr Graham, please don't cry, you already have a lot of grey hair", I chuckled-sniffled, ruffling his grey hair.

"Oh shut up Bella, oh and I think your boss likes you", he said, I burst out laughing, rolling on the couch like a maniac, he always knew how to lighten up the mood.

"You always know how to cheer me up old man", I sobered up, smiling, I took a look at his face and that made me raised a brow.

"You—You're joking, you're joking, right?", I sputtered out, looking at his serious face.

"You are so oblivious", He says shaking his head in disappointment.

He waved off dismissively and embraced me in a warm hug.

"It hurts me to see you like this Bella", he whispered, his voice cracking up.

" I know", I sighed, kissing him on the forehead.

A tear trickled down my cheek as I remember the day I lost my virginity unwillingly.

~•~

Sebastian P.O.V

"Fuck!", I yelled, throwing the chair against the wall. Why did I even go to that cafe? Why the fuck do I care?

"Calm down Seb, do you want me to call that nagging therapist again?", My brother asked sighing irritably at me.

Shuddering at the thought I closed my eyes and went to a happy place in my mind.
I calmed down and slumped down on the sofa.

"Seb it's father", Axel spitted out, handing me his phone, my skin crawled in anger.

"What?", I asked through gritted teeth. The coldness evident in my voice, I even saw Axel in my peripheral vision shivered from the lack of humanity in my voice.

Well that is what this man does to you.

"Is that how you talk to your father? Anyways have you dealt with it yet?", his voice void of any emotion as always.

"No, I haven't", I responded, clenching and unclenching my fist in order to keep my temper in control. I decided not to answer the father crap part.

"What do you mean by that?! Do you or do you not want to be the Maf—"

"I get it, The subject will be dealt with by the end of the day", I said hanging up the phone on him.

"Robert, ensure that the house is surrounded with guards", I commanded my head of security.

"Will do sir, looks like you're in a hurry, want me to grab anything for you?", He asked politely.

"No thank you Robert, I have my silencer, that's all I need to use on the subject", I replied curtly.

"Axel, it's time", I said placing one of my Rolex on my wrist.

"Showtime", he said, putting on some black gloves.