Chapter 3: Her Past

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ARIANA'S POV:

He crossed his arms as I sighed and started to tell him about my past.

"It all began 5 years ago when I was 16 years old. It was cold and breezy night. It was 11 PM and my father didn't return home from work. I was playing with my baby brother who was 1 year old only for the last time..."

He raised his eyebrow as I looked at the floor in order to control my tears as I continued, "I still remember He was crying whenever a thunderclap hit the sky and I was perplexed! I had no idea how to stop him."

I was talking about my brother but all I could think of was that monster, Desmond O'Sullivan.

"On the other hand, my mother was cleaning the kitchen counters, just after feeding my brother. She was worried for my father because it was the fifth day of him staying out of home. I don't remember clearly but my father always used to stay out of home and often used to take me with him. However, that day, he went alone. So, my mom continued to call him but he never picked up."

*** TRIGGERING VIOLENT SCENES AHEAD! ***

A/N: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

ARIANA'S POV:

I looked at him with crestfallen look as I said, "Suddenly, I heard gunshots and my brother started to cry again. I called mom but she didn't reply. How could she even reply when she was shot thrice on her chest by two men? Her blood splashed all over the kitchen counter and she closed her eyes forever. Then, the two men who shot her entered my room and pointed their guns at me. I was petrified and screamed out of horror. But, that was the least horrible thing."

He didn't say a word. He waited for my response as I stopped talking to get a grip on myself.

"That's when Desmond stopped them because he wanted to make me suffer before I die because he said that I was precious to him."

"He wanted to make you suffer because you're precious to him?!" He repulsed.

"I know it doesn't make sense and my memories are kinda blurry. I remember shouting at him for some reason and he yelled back at me. He got mad and ordered Jax to k-kill my b-brother right in front of my eyes and kidnap me before he left the room and that's what they did. Two of his men held my hands behind my back while Jax took out his knife."

I couldn't control the tears that ran down my cheeks. I felt so fucking weak and vulnerable. I started stuttering and shuddering for breath as I continued, "I screamed at Jax and even begged him for my brother's life but he... H-he s-st-stabbed my b-brother until h-his crib was covered with h-his b-blood. It was brutal! He m-mutilated my b-brother after he d-died. My whole body froze after witnessing such a horrendous activity. I was heavily moved! It was as if my soul left my body that day..."

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