Vincenzo entered Anna's room with his hands forming fists. He could not explain the anger that he felt.How could she have hidden something like that from him?"Why didn't you tell me ?", he asked her.He could see that she had been crying. Her eyes looked puffy and a part of him wanted to go to her bed and pull her closer to him.Tell her that everything was going to be okay. He couldn't though. She had pissed him and he wanted to stay far away from her as much as he could."How could I tell you when you were in the hospital sick ?", she asked him."That is not an excuse not to tell me ", he said raising his voice at her.How could he say that to her though? Did he know how she had been disturbed because she hadn't told him?The thought of him finding out from someone else had eaten her up but she knew even if she told him there was nothing he would do.She had never known if he ever wanted to have kids and all of a sudden she was supposed to go to him and tell him that she had lost
She sometimes wondered if she had wanted Vincenzo to love her.They always said that a girl's first love was that of her father. She had never had that. She sometimes wondered if he ever thought about her.She tried not to think about him most of the time because there was this feeling in her chest she had every time she thought of him.A feeling she has never felt before. The rage she felt inside her was something she knew wanted to blow up.She hated him even if she had never met him. She wondered what life would have been like if he had ever been there at all for her.Was she not enough to be loved like other kids?She always assumed that he had other kids. Kids that he loved dearly liked his life despite dying in it.She could not remember her mother ever talking about him at all when she was a kid. The more she grew up the more she realized that it was because it hurt her.It hurt her that they had made a kid together and she was the one who was left to raise her on her own. She
Just please give me one more chance ", Vincenzo said holding Anna's hands.He had not broken her.She wondered why she wasn't gentle with her heart. Why did she have to make herself go through all she had made herself go through with him?It wasn't her fault though. You sometimes accept what you think you deserve.She thought that with time he would realize how she was good and deserved so much more and maybe that was the highest mistake that she had made.No man would realize how good of a person you were and change for you. A man who made you go through hell wouldn't suddenly treat you like an angelHe knew that she loved him no matter what he did. That no matter how many times he made her cry she was still going to love him.Maybe the hardest thing that Anna had ever tried to do was to stop loving Vincenzo.She had thought he was the one for her. The days that he made her happy she was really happy.Maybe she had a trauma bond with him and couldn't leave. The days that he showed he
TRIGGER WARNING:THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO PEOPLE; SEXUAL ASSAULT AND VIOLENCE. IF CONTENT LIKE THAT TRIGGERS YOU PLEASE SKIP.THIRD POVHe was always a troubled child everyone knew that They never stopped for a second to wonder what had made him like that.Maybe it was because he never told anyone the things that happened at home.How could he though?He was raised to think that it was shameful for a man to talk about the things that bothered him.He was twelve.He was twelve when all of this happened to him. He possibly couldn't protect himself. All he ever wanted was for his brother to be okay.He never wanted Antonio to be hurt in whatever way. He was always there for him to wipe his tears if anything he never wanted to see him cry.He knew most kids did not like him but there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe that was the sole reason why he became more bitter.He hated everyone and everything. No one had ever seen him smile.Raul was a sad chi
Some people are born sad. There's no reason as to why they are like that it just happened. They bruise easily and cry easily. Raul was that kind of person.There was a reason why he was the way he was. He was closed and people found him to be exciting at all.It was hard to be a chirpy person when you didn't even have a childhood.To him, he was still the sad little bit that he was while growing up.I think that it's best if everyone had their childhood while growing up. A childhood where they could play with people their age and not worry about how things were going to be at home that evening.Running around with friends chasing the sunset as if that was the last day they were going to see the sunset.It was so sad not to have that. I wish every child could be able to have that freedom as a child. Not them to have to worry if they had something to eat at home.No matter how much people tried to blame their parents for everything they did, maybe they were also clueless.They were pare
I always wondered what it felt like to have everything you ever wanted. What it felt like growing up in an environment where you were loved.It was an environment where you were allowed to be a kid and do what other kids did. I never had that and maybe that's why I felt like there was something in me that was broken.I had wanted that life too. I wanted to have a mom and dad that loved each other not ones that wanted to kill each other.Was it fair?Was it fair that I was put in that situation as a child? Sometimes I sat down and thought to myself and said maybe she didn't know.She didn't know that any of those things were going to happen but that did not excuse her.Was I being mean for blaming her for putting us in such a situation?I know people said things like it's their first time being a mom or a parent but weren't parents supposed to protect their children?She didn't and every waking day it was all I could think of. The things that I could have avoided if she had fallen in l
The smile on her face did not match what she was feeling on the inside. There was a fire inside her that was burning. She could feel everything in her collapsing but she couldn't let people see her like that.She couldn't be weak. She was a woman. If she cried she was going to be branded like a weak person. She hadn't gone through everything that she had gone through just to be called weak.She smiled.Smiled and pretended that everything was going okay cause what was she going to do?Was she supposed to sit in bed and cry herself to sleep? That was like giving up and there was no way she was allowing herself to fall into that cycle.She waited to have that longing to go back to Vincenzo but it was but there. She felt nothing for him.It wasn't hate and neither was it live She was just dining and for some reason that made her sad. He was someone that she had planned her future with. Someone that she had wanted to start a future together with. To have a family with. As she said this
THIRD POVThe truck outside told him what he already knew. Scarface was in the house. He hated the days when they got to see each other. One could think that he hated his brother but for some reason, Scarface hated Raul more than anyone he had ever encountered in his life including the people he worked with.He forced a smile as he opened the door to the house and he could hear lively chatter from the kitchen and wondered who was in there.He saw Scarface in the living room and there were seconds of silence as the two brothers stared at each other as they both waited for one of them to break the ice.Raul could not blame his brother for hating him."Hello I didn't know how you were coming around ", Scarface said as he shifted from the place he was sitting and his face scrunched in pain.Raul could not even start to say sorry or tell. he knew he knew how he felt cause he didn't. Every time Scarface saw Raul he wanted to rip him apart. There was nothing in this world that Raul could