Luciano's Pov
I opened my room door to find a girl sitting on the bed. It was some chick that I might have meet before. What was her name. July, jam, Jackie, oh jasmine.
"Hey Luciano. I missed you." She walked towards me. If it was any other day I would have banged her. But I am not in mood today. "Get out jas. If you Don't want to kill yourself right now." I threw her out of my room closing the door on her plastic face.
After having a nice shower I was going to sleep. But the leather dairy caught my attention. Leaning against the headboard I opened the first page.
20 July, Monday
when I first entered the house with Peter I was scared to death of what will happen next. I know if I will be able to survive for a month here I will be grateful. When I was passing the room today I saw a nursery. I walked inside the room to find three children in there. On must be around two years while the other two were a few months old. The maids were trying to feed them but they were not stop crying. I took one of the crying baby his name was Xavier. I sang a lullaby to which the kids became silent. And slept peacefully after they were feed. The maids were praising my skills about the babies. Heck I even don't know how I a eighteen year old was able to make them silent. I made a mental note to take care of them after knowing they were Peter's children and their mother is dead."
I turn the other random page. And started reading.
17 August, Thursday.
It has been four years to our marriage but still all I get is hurt. I tried everything in my power to tell my family how I fell. But Peter made sure I had no contact with them. Everyone of my family think that I am the mother of the children, but how I can tell them I am not there mother. Today was the worst day because of the beating I was not even able to sit. I was going to eat the medicine and overdose myself to death. When little Rider walked to me calling me. I looked at him to see him crying. He had hurt himself by falling somehow. I sighed and put ointment on his wounds. When I looked the children face I thought if not for myself, I have to live for these children who brings joy to my little life."
I closed the Diary not being able to read further. Mom sacrificed her freedom and escape for us but what we gave her in return. Pain and dead. I am Sorry Mom I hope I could meet you and tell you how sorry I am.
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The italic letters are entries in dairy by Shelly. Who is the mother of the Linda.
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