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Pov: Vincent Salvador 

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Pov: Vincent Salvador 

(TW: emotional & domestic abuse, murder, mild panic attack, mentions of suicide) 

"Your father has called you to his office, mister Salvador," the guard who was peering through the open crack in my door announces, the oxygen is immediately sucked out of my body the second I hear him. No... not again, this can't happen again. 

I shuffle around my room, quickly trying to come up with an excuse but I couldn't, my mind was too occupied with every single possibility of what could happen. What he would do to his own son if I refused, the different ways he could harm me. 

I wince at the thought and finally find the stack of school books on my desk, some open, some not, "Uhh- I have schoolwork to complete, can you please tell him I'm not f-free," my frail voice stutters as I speak, why am I so weak? This is why he hates me, this is why he punishes me, this is why everybody hates me. 

I pay attention to the guard's footsteps drifting away from my door and I sigh in relief, the feeling lasts for a moment as I try to control the erratic beating of my heart but is interrupted by the sound of my little brother's voice. 

"Vince! Vincey! do you want to help me with my homework? it's really difficult" his little voice joyously calls out for me and I turn to see him making his way toward me, holding his book and pen in his hand. I give him my most brave smile and take the book from his hand, "Sure Leo!" 

He smiles and takes a seat on the chair, just as I'm about to ask him what he needs help with, the door swings open with a loud thud, startling me and scaring Leo. 

The pen falls from my grasp and onto the floor the minute my father's tall body comes into my vision, towering over both of his young sons, one that hides the fact that his father, a mafia don, abuses him and the other one that's innocent enough to be kept in the dark. 

I'm taking the heat off Leo, I need him safe before I am, he's my little brother and as a big brother it's my responsibility to protect him. 

"F-father," I choke out and he rolls his eyes, darting his eyes between the books, me, and then Leo. "I called you to my office, Vincent, and you know better than to deny my summoning. It'll be worse if you say no than say yes. After all, this is for your own good, don't you want to be exactly like your old man?"  he seethes in fury. 

I swallow the lump in my throat and clench my fists, my nails digging into my skin to control the tears burning in my eyes. How is this for my own good? Getting beat up to the point where I can't breathe? Lying to my little brother and telling him that I'm into sports, that it's where all my bruises are from. 

I never want to become like Emiliano, I'll never be like him. I will never become a monster, I will not kill without mercy. I'll be better, I have to be better for my mother and for my brother. I want to be a good person, unlike my father. 

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