After 8 generations the American mafia finally had birthed not just one but two girls.
Demontre and Angelica Smith along with their triplet brother were the hearts of the American and the Italian mafia.
Suddenly their hearts were shattered when th...
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*TW* Depression, SA, mentions of suicide
After my sister and mother had spent one day at the spa, Demontre had spent hours each day begging my mom to come back home and see me.
Even though she adorned the spa, she wanted to be with me even if it meant we were just lounging around the house.
My sister loves and adores me, I'm her best friend.
But all those things are now past tense.
Once my sister had stopped screaming, she ran out of my room. Quickly sliding out of me, Jace put his clothes and ran out of the door to go talk to her. As much as I wanted to be there with her to make sure she's safe, I physically couldn't move.
I was at that point where the darkness would be welcoming me, a point I always love. But not right now, I need to put it off. I need to be there for my sister, I need to be available. Jace can't make her dirty like he did to me. I already failed by letting her know what he does.
I have to make sure she doesn't experience it.
I try so hard to stay awake, but I can't fight the darkness. The pitch-black abyss comes and all I hope is that I can wake back up before it's too late.
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Opening my eyes, I'm met with the sight of- my room?
As per usual, my brain is all hazy as I'm attempting to shake my body out of its slumber. Looking down I notice that someone has changed me since I'm wearing a pair of black yoga pants, and a worn in One Direction hoodie.
That's when it hits me, that my sister knows- she knows what he does.
Deciding to just get it over with, I slowly get out of bed and cautiously make my way downstairs where I hear the familiar laughs of mom, Jace, and sissy.
The happy chit chat that was happening in the dining room was put to a screeching halt once I stepped in.
Looking at me with a face full of disgrace and disgust my mother got up from her chair, gave Demontre a kiss on top of her head and walked out the dining room.
