Chiara Romero
A young, sweet little six year old girl that was ripped from the place she had lived in for not only a year, all because of her parent's choices. She had to live with the consequences of her parents choices.
She had to be re-stitched...
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- Leonardo Romero -
"Earlier today, there was a car found on the outskirts of New York City, burnt. It held two dead bodies, that had been burnt alive in the car. The two bodies have not yet been discovered. Police are still trying to find the cause of death" The news reporter droned on.
There was no way that this was all of a coincidence. I noticed that car, knowing exactly who it belonged too. The Andersons, in particular, Mark Anderson, was my mothers brother, so seeing that exact car on the screen, which was a 2012 model, I knew that it belonged to Mark.
Even though it was quiet burnt out, I could still see the same dents along the back of the car, where it hadn't been burnt out. It was like whoever had done this, wanted me to see that. They were the same dents that had caused fear to run through my veins, as I would see it back into our driveway, before I was running down the halls of our dodgy house, just to hide away before I was found.
It was the life that I lived, which I really hoped that Chiara would never have to live. She most definitely did not have to live in fear of her own Uncle, or so I hoped that I would never find out that she did, because if I did, I would make sure that Uncle Mark was alive just so I was the last face he would ever see.
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"Boys!" I shouted, trying to grab the attention of the boys who were at home. I had already told Alessandro at work, that Chiara would be hopefully coming home this afternoon. "What is it, Leo?" Lorenzo groaned, walking down the stairs of the apartment. He had been out at the club last night, just like every other night of the week. Nothing I did or said would stop him from his drinking habits, and that was just the result of the childhood we all had experienced.
"Well, if you weren't so arrogant, I would tell you" I explained with a smirk on my face. This seemed to get him. The two of us walked into the living room and saw all the other boys who didn't go to school, college or work today. Enzo flung his tired body on the spare lounge, as I was still standing in the doorway.
"Leo, why are you back so early?" Luca nervously chuckled, looking towards me. "I could ask you the same, Luca" I responded, seeing his nervousness while asking me. I held quite the authority at work and at home, obviously, but some times, I wish I didn't. I wished that at home, we could be rowdy with one another like we used too, before that day that changed everything.
I wish the younger boys would wrestle with one another whenever they were in here together, arguing over some stupid video game. I wish that it was like old times, where we were altogether, not worried about what our parents were doing with our only aunt and uncle.
"What's the big news, Leo?" Rocco asked, annoyed. "Right. So, you all remember your little sister Chiara?" I queried them, knowing most of them would get upset at the mention of their little sister.
