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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- Lorenzo Romero -
-Flashback-
"Enzo, higher. Higher Enzo" Chiara giggled, making me push her a little faster on the swing. The soft winds of October were brushing her hair, making it crazy messy. Mother will be pleased, having to brush through that rat's nest later on, putting all the blame on me once again. Like she ever did anything besides drink and smoke beyond return.
Maybe I could go a night without her hitting me? Or maybe she won't get my father to break my ribs again? I would never know. The inevitable would be waiting for me when I got home, only to be terrified for the rest of my life, I was sure of it. There was no way that I could ever see my parents as anything different from the people that had ruined it.
"Princess, if you go any higher, you will be swept away with the wind" I chuckled lightly, pulling my sister in to my chest before releasing her. A small smile tugged at my lips at the sight of my sister enjoying the youth while she still had it. She hadn't been hurt, and I was glad that I could get to see what it was like to be able to live a life pain free.
I then felt the phone that I had been given from my older brother, Leo, ping in my back pocket. I slowed the swing down, before I pulled the phone out. 'Mum and dad have left, your safe to come home' Leo had texted me, allowing me to come back home, to safety for some time. I was always and always will be, on a time limit for how much time I had with everyone.
'Ok' was all I responded, knowing that it would be enough for them to know I would be on my way back to them. "Come on princess, lets head home" I stopped my sisters swinging body, as I walked around to the front of the swing, unbuckling her tiny body. Her eyes were drooping further by the second, as I walked out of the park at a fast pace.
Our run-down home was only a few blocks away from the park, which was quite dodgy if I had to say so myself. "OI! Little Romero! Come here, twat" of course my peaceful morning had to be ruined by none other than a gang. I quickly sprinted the final block home, not minding the horns beeping at me nor the burning pain in my ribs.
I made it inside, Leo opening the door in time, as the rusty gate slammed shut behind me, as my small body collided with the form of my eldest brother. My wobbly knees collapsed beneath me, as I heard the satisfaction of the locking of the front door. I was safe, for now.
I cradle my little sister's body, before I felt her being pried out of my deathly grip on her. Before I knew it, my tiny body was picked up by my underarms and pulled into a warm chest, as I felt my hot tears run down my flushed cheeks.
I was deemed small for my age, but my parents didn't care about our health records, as they would rather damage our health than taking care of it. The only person they cared about was Chiara, but even then, they neglected her cries and wails. She would just end up like the rest of us had; neglected and forgotten.
