The "Villain" (Discontinued but I'm going to be writing a new skullgirls story)

Part 26

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No one's pov: Daliha and valentine defeated some prize fights while the rest finished their 'MAIN GOAL' (if you get that reference your a walking w) Valentine and daliha where walking back together simply just talking. "How long have you known y/n for?" Valentine asks as daliha stops in her tracks to look at him. "Me and y/n grew up together. When we met we were inseparable." Daliha says, Val can hear the smile in her voice. "How did you guys meet?" Val asks that's when daliha goes silent. Valentines face darkens as they realize it's probably a sensitive topic for them. "I'm sorry for asking you don't have to answer." Val says feeling immediate guilt. "N-no it's fine I've just never really talked about it with someone else." She takes a deep breath preparing herself. "Years and years ago i yes even I was a child."

Years ago there lived a little girl. She was an overachiever constantly looking for her parents approval, longing to make them proud. Her parents where mafia bosses. There was a lot of stress under her to make them proud. I was walking with my parents it was a cold winter night. My parents were talking about business as usual with someone. I looked over my shoulder to see a child hunched up trying to keep warm. I run over to them my parents paying no attention to me. I touch them softly as they flinch at my warm touch against their cold skin. I take my jacket off and wrap it around them as I pull them in to a hug. They look shocked at my act of kindness but they hug me back still confused though. "W-why.." they ask confused. "You were cold I just put my jacket on you it's nothing much."
I say smiling brightly as they give a slight smile to me. After that I would meet them everyday just chatting and giving them food while they give me comfort. It was nice, peaceful it felt like someone was their for me. A few years later I was around 15 probably y/n was at my house as we just talk and talk. My parents come in the room with my brother. "You know Daliha you should be more like your brother." I wasn't sad at the fact they said this they insulted me like that all the time. "Anyways son don't mind her your going to be the leader of the mafia soon." My mom says smiling thats when my heart dropped. My brother never did anything for himself, his grades and especially anything making him a good boss. He got everything, even when I.. I DID EVERYTHING AND GOT NOTHING!! I was furious, beyond furious even. My parents congratulate my brother and take him to his favorite restaurant while I sit silently crying. Y/n walks over to me and wraps me in a tight hug. As I cry into their arms. When me and my brother where both 18 that's when he officially became the selected boss. He came into my room to rub it into my face as I sit there trying my best to hold back. At that moments I snap. I punch him in the face repeatedly taking turns to step on his stomach I was furious. When I was done he had no pulse. I look down at my work blood everywhere. I run into my bathroom panicking. I rush back in the room to see everything cleaned up and I saw y/n standing with peroxide and a knife. "I'll clean up go do what you have to do." I knew exactly what they meant.