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Chapter 105 - Spralmer (Spot x Race x Albert x Elmer) -

- Chapter 105 - When All Feels Hopeless. -
Warnings: Abuse, crying, no emotions, blood, injuries, insults, bad bosses, relationship problems
Modern/Soulmate AU
Third Person POV

When all feels hopeless, you'll find the light.

"Dopo la pioggia, arriva il sole."

That was something Race's Nonna said a lot.

Granted, she also had a million other quotes.

"O mangi questa minestra, o salti dalla finestra."

That one literally meant 'either eat this soup or jump out the window'.

Race had loved it when he was younger; it always made him giggle.

It's meaning was like the English saying 'take what you get and don't get upset'.

Race smiles slightly through his tears.

He loved his Nonna.

But she was gone.

Race wished everyday that it had been his father who had died and not his Nonna, especially as he knelt in front of his father as he waited for his father to say something about what Race had made him.

Race was a good cook, that was true, however his father could find something he hated about even Race's best things, just because he hated Race that much.

George scowls. "Why is there ice in this?" He asks, looking up at his son.

Race bites his lips, tears flooding his eyes. You idiot, you made a mistake, he scolds himself. He didn't want ice today.

Race had memories of when his father hadn't wanted ice. He'd teach Race a lesson by putting ice in cold water in a bath tub and forcing Race under it, only lifting him out when Race was on the verge of blacking out.

Race really didn't want to go through that again.

George Higgins looks at his son. "You coward," he growls. "You can't even own up to your mistakes?" His voice was low and condescending.

Race stares at the floor as he forces himself to hold back his tears. "I'm-" he forced himself to breathe. "I'm sorry, sir," his voice trembles.

Before Race knew what had happened, he heard a crash and felt pain shoot through his head, him falling against the floor on his back. A warm liquid spilt down the side of his face, along with a cold liquid.

Pain shot throughout Race's body, his vision almost immediately blacking.

Before he blacked out, he heard his father's voice. "No one who's my son will stutter, you coward." He spat.

And there was nothing but black after that.

Elsewhere

Albert stares at his phone.

Arianna: I know you want me
I want you
Just tell me