𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

twenty five: the wedding.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. I haven't even spoken to anyone, even Stephen. Once the video was finished, I stood out of the chair and walked to the car. Salvatore followed without any hesitation and took me home. He asked me on the car ride if I was okay but I didn't respond.

I'm not okay.

I got home, I laid on my bed, and sat in the dark until the sun came up. I couldn't shut my eyes, absolutely terrified that Ilya would show up again and kidnap me like they did to my mother. Beat and torture me until my death all because my father wouldn't give him what he wanted.

He wanted me.

He wants me.

They killed my mother because he wants me.

My mother would still be here, today, if my father didn't just give me to him. If I knew that they took my mother and used her as ransom, I would've immediately went with him. Without any hesitation. My mother deserved a longer life. My brother's didn't deserve to grow up without a mother.

And it was all my fault.

I hear a knock on my door but I ignore it. Continue my stare at the window in front of me with my back to the door. I feel as my bed slightly sinks as someone places their hand on my back and rubs it. The little affection bringing tears to my eyes but I blink them back.

"Stell," I hear Vinny's voice. It feels distant... sounds distant. As if we're the only ones in the world yet he's miles away. I go to open my mouth to respond and tell him I'll get up in a minute, but nothing comes out. My throat feels closed and my eyes widen. I feel as if I can't fucking breathe as my body shakes.

I find the strength to sit myself up. I look at him with widened eyes as he looks at me with concern. He continues rubbing my back and I grab at my throat. Signaling to him that I can't fucking breathe.

"Hey, hey. Take a deep breath for me, okay?" he asks in the sweetest tone. He tries guiding me, taking the deep breath with me but I can't. I can't fucking breathe.

I shake my head as tears fill my eyes. His eyes widen as he stands off of the bed. He holds up a "1" saying "hold on, I'll be right back." I wait for him, which felt like hours even though he frantically ran out of the room. I start scratching at my throat. Trying anything so that I can just fucking breathe.

I watch as Vinny walks in with Leo following him in only his boxers. He looks slightly irritated, as if he just woke up and Vinny interrupted him. His face falls once he notices me. He immediately runs over to me and sits on the bed. He pulls my hand from my throat and cups my face. He forces a smile on his lips as his thumbs wipe away the tears that have fallen on my cheeks.

"Focus on me, okay?" he softly says. "Vinny, leave the room and close the door behind you," he demands, keeping his eyes on me.

"But- is she okay?" he asks, worry filled on his face as he scratches the back of her neck.

"She's having a panic attack. You'll see her later," he simply says and Vinny nods his head while exiting the room.

My tears keep flowing out of my eyes as I continue looking at him. My hands gripping at his thighs as my nails dig into his skin.