"For when I'm a lighter with no stop she is my flame, the one I set one fire for my touch." ~Enzo G
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~ Italics means old memories of young Marco ~
Warning-Rape
"MAMA!" I yelled the old scary man tried to take my arm.
"Enzo! Let him go, I'll give you anything pero deja a mi Hijo." At the age of ten, I never thought I would hear my mother beg a man who is worth so much little than the queen of the Spanish mafia, than her. (But leave my son)
"MAMÁ HELP ME!" I yelled once again. The room was dark and scary blood marked on the floor metal bars all over the place, another man came behind my mother and pulled her away at the very moment I felt fear. I felt scared I was never going to see my mom again that my little sister would never know her mom and that my little brother will never understand what it was like to have a mother's love.
They all laughed multiple men in the room laughed at my mother as she was getting dragged away others laughed at me tears stained my cheeks my eyes stayed red.
My family and the Russians I hated each other for years since my father had stolen my mom away from her arranged marriage her first one anyway. Granada Ivanov was after my mother, he was either trying to kill my mom or make me suffer to show my lowlife of a father.
I missed my brother and sister.
I could hear her yelling screaming for them to stop, telling them that this wasn't the way but they never listen they laughed. I had cried for hours my small black Spider-Man T-shirt was dirty and ripped my Black pants and shoes were ripped and broken blood leaving out of my body.
"Yeah, my turn with this slut." Those words repeated in my head over and over and over again I could hear your screaming yelling crying. I wanted to run and kill them each for hurting my mom like that the only person that ever protected me and ever loved me and my siblings the only person that loved me.
"What about the kid?" A lady asked, she seemed around her twenties or older.
"Have your fun sweetie," Granada said, I was scared for the first time in my life I cried for my father, but he never came in time.
Started with me getting old and into a bed, my clothes leaving my body, every hurt. Every cry every time I moved I would get slapped or hurt. I didn't deserve this.
"STOP!"
She didn't care, she pushed herself onto me. My lower body felt in pain. And every moment I felt weak my little body giving up but one thing I will never forget is what I heard next.
