True love is not the number of kisses, or how often you get them, true love is the feeling that still lingers long after the kiss is over ❦
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❦Simon Reed, she's stubborn, sassy, unkind as people would say, no one has ever gotten close enough to fin...
⚠︎︎warning: this entire chapter will contain tons of gory items and lots of violence.
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9 years ago...
"Father, please" I heard the whip again. "You disgust me, boy" Sergio spat.
"Sergio, Please just leave him alone- Sergio raised his hand and slapped Giana across the face. "Don't you ever! Interfere with plans" Sergio shouted loudly, his overly loud voice shook the entire house.
Giana sobbed lightly "do you understand me?" He grabbed Gianas jaw and made her look at him. "Do you...understand" he gritted his teeth.
Tears slipped out of her eyes before she nodded. He walked back over to where he previously was. Matteo's sad eyes look at the ground.
He's always been on to take the fault no matter what. This time we snuck a cookie out from Sergio's office. I was the one to convince him to do it in the first place. I was a ten year old girl, I didn't care about consequences.
Sergio's grabbed the bat once more and aimed it at his back. A loud crack sound echoed throughout the house.
Matteo's expression twisted with pain. He winced loudly as Sergio brought the bat up once more and struck him in the back once again. Matteo's chin hit the ground and busted open.
Sergio through the bat at the ground behind where Matteo was laying. He squatted down to the floor and whispered something that I couldn't hear.
Watching as the scene unfolded made my point of view change. I needed to protect my baby cousin and stand up for him.
Sergio stood up and exited the room. Giana followed while wiping the tears from her face. I ran over to Matteo. "Matteo" i whimpered "Matteo" I repeated.
He looked at me and the expression on his face broke me. His eyes held tears that he tried to hold back. "Simon" he cried "I don't know what I'm doing wrong, perché non mi ama?" [translation: why doesn't he love me]
"non hai bisogno del suo amore" I wrapped my arms around him. [you don't need his love]
"hai il mio amore e quello di Giana. nessuno potrebbe amarti più di noi" I lightly rubbed his back as he cried in my shoulder. [you have mine love and Giana's. no one could love you more then we do]
That was the night I grew up. I stopped being a kid and took some leadership. I became Simon Olivia Reed, a Killer.
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