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My heart was breaking as I stood in front of the door of my room, listening to Leticia's cries that echoed through the empty hallway. Every broken sound that escaped her lips made the painful ache in my chest grow.
Clenching my jaw I pushed the tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes to the back of my head. Storming in I was met with the sight of her small form curled at the floor on the side of the bed. The pillow that was placed under her head was soaked with her tears; that does not seem to stop any time soon.
Taking a look at her tear-stained face, I felt the hurt that I pushed back - surface. Her face was red from cries, while her eyes held the familiar and scary emptiness that Antea held years ago.
Rushing to her side, I cradled her shaky body in my arms feeling her hands wrap themselves around me. Clenching my shirt, her sobs started to get louder as she cried on my shoulder.
"Shhh, amore," running my hand up and down her back I tried to calm her "everything will be okay-"
"Noo," her hoarse voice cut me off "nothing will be okay. He won't let it be okay, he won't let you be okay, he won't let your family be okay, he won't let us be okay..." her breathing started to pick up at its pace and she started to sob harder than before choking on each word.
Her words hurt because I knew if he is who she told us he is, then it's gonna be hard to deal with him. It's gonna be hell. But for her - I would go through that hell barefoot, for her, I would raise hell. If there is confirmation that she will be fine I would burn that hell to the fucking ashes with me and the devil himself along my side. After all, didn't she went through hell for me?
"I will make it okay."
"You don't understand, Dante, you can't." she lifted her face from my chest to look at my eyes "He won't let you, he will kill you. He will kill everyone. We can't escape him, everything is in his advantage." sighing sadly she shook her head, "It would be better if you have left me, it would be better if you didn't run cashing my ass."
I looked at the anger that flashed in her eyes. 'Why is she blaming me? Does she really think I would have left her with that... that thing - because that isn't a man. '
Looking at me with wide eyes she grabbed a hold of my jaw holding me in place while she leaned her face closer. "You should have left me," she hissed, at this point, she looked like a madwoman, "you should have left me so he could have his way with me." before I could argue she clasped a hand over my mouth, "it would be better," a sick smile made an appearance on her gorgeous face "you would live, all of you, even if it meant that he would kill me when we got to that torturing place."
Grabbing her delicate hand off of my mouth I pulled it over my heart; letting her feel how hard my heart was beating from her words. Circling my other arm around her I brought her closer to me feeling her heated body against my chest.
