SHADES OF SILVER. KTH | 21+

chapter 40

Third person's POV.

The smell of phynul and bleach reeked in the air which point out how much clean the room was. The ear piercing beeping sound from machine which reads the weak heart beat of the weak being irritated her more than anything. She wasn't hiding it as an evident scowl rested on her face while she glared at the beeping machine.

Storm never had a good relation with hospitals. Well, not a pleasant memories she have here.

If she's being honest, she wanted to yank that machine and throw it on floor for once and all, just so she could feel the peace of silence.

Her fingers wiggled at the thought as she licked her lips. Just the mere thought of that, her senses was kicking high but Storm knew better than that because it wasn't any other being who's on bed but her mamma.

If it was any other person, todler, teen, adult, old, pregnant being, someone whose near his death or not, Storm could care less. She won't even think twice before destroying that fucking machine in to pieces just so she can get a breath of relief.

"Stormy." She gulped snapping her dilated eyes to her mamma who just removed their oxygen mask. Getting up, with a frown she walked up to them.

"Mamma. Don't get-"

"I'm fine." Storm lips twisted as she kept her silence. She despised being cut off by her words but this was her mamma.

She sure remember how her mamma would cut her words when she babbles a lot as a child to which her little self would pout and show her back to the elder women, showing that she wasn't pleased being objected on expressing her happy thoughts.

It was way back then when she was a little toddler, when she doesn't had to worry about anything. All she knew is, her dada and mamma loved her a lot and she have to keep secrets from her other father as that's what her mamma told her.

The little promise between her And her mother.

Growing up as a teenager, she never raised her voice against anyone let alone talked to someone properly. Father always shut her out in one way or other. Punishing her for something that she had no control of.

They never let her to raise her voice let alone talk back, but in fact suppressed it. Her voice only raised when she cried for help or screamed to leave her alone. Begging to spare her.

But it all changed when she joined Blood Street. She have made sure that no bitch dared to raise a voice against her let alone cut her words in the middle. Everyone knew better than tempting the Silver herself. The respect she earned in the dark world was sure something.

Sitting on bed beside them, Storm removed her mamma's scarf from their head and saw those thin strands of hair. Too weak.

Running her hand through the hair, she made sure it was kept in neat and to a side.

Her mother used to have strong silky raven hair. They were used to be healthy and long too, she loved to tuck flowers on them which she would pluck it out from the garden of Lenzo's mansion itself.

Storm loved to hear compliments from her dada on how pretty she made her mother look.

A small genuine smile ghosted on her lips as she cupped her mother's face.

She sure remembers how her dada admired her mamma. Of course, how can she forget that. He even told her once that they were the prettiest women he have ever layed his eyes on which ended with her little self throwing a fit on how she was more prettier than her mother.

Well, looks like Storm used to sulk a lot as a child.

"You are the prettiest mamma." Hearing her voice, Bella looked up to their daughter. "Allora la più bella tra le belle."
(Then prettiest among the pretty.)