Nayana
The first time Luca tried to attack me, I remember thinking it was just his drunken temper. I told myself it was harmless, that if I stayed quiet, he would stop. But he never did.
The next thing was the weird comments. The touches that lasted too long. The way he would corner me in the hall and whisper things that made my stomach turn. I remember when I reported him to Franca once. I told her that her son was being inappropriate with me, but she just looked at me like I was crazy. She said her son would never do something like that. That I was the one misunderstanding him.
That was the moment I realized that no one in this family would ever stand up for me.
Here I am now, lying on the cold floor, my head throbbing, my vision blurry, and all I can think is that this is how it end
