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 -
The beeping around the room allowed us all to know that she was breathing. That she was ok. "When do you think she'll wake up?" the question that had been asked for 3 days straight now, left Angelo's mouth. The questions that were circling around my head hurt, as I had no idea how to fix this; how to help my baby sister.
'Soon' was always the response I had given for the past 3 days, but today, nothing seemed to connect my brain to my mouth. It was like I had lost all movement with my body. My body was stuck in its standing position, having not dared to sit down, afraid that I'll miss something if I am too slow.
Just like I had always been slow to react. I had been slow to catch her, to catch the signs of her potential hurt. That she could have been in so much pain that she didn't show it and then collapsed when it all came crashing down by just catching on Rocco's leg. I didn't make it in time, but all I knew was that she had crashed and burned right in front of my eyes.
"She'll wake up when she's ready" Al spoke so softly, everyone looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "Why do you never speak to us like that anymore?" Luca questioned, laughing lightly at the end. Anymore. We just weren't the same anymore. We had been through more than what anyone would ever know. We weren't the kids we used to be.
-Flashback-
"LEONARDO, GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE BOY!" my father's voice filtered through the room, making my body shake. I was a 14-year-old boy that was shaking in fear at his father's command. I slowly walked into the hallway between the living room and the kitchen, making sure not to scuff my shoes on the way. Father doesn't like scuffed shoes.
But he was a father, never my dad.
"Yes father?" I questioned, making my presence known. My father was standing, watching the littles watch the TV while they were playing with their toys. Like they always do. "Why are these rats watching the television? It is not good for their health, and they are getting fat" I never knew why my father had to speak so posh around us, but he always did.
"Sorry father" I apologized for something that wasn't even my fault. I was basically the father in this family, my father being nothing to them. I will be the father, the dad that they never had. "Fix this up now" my father then stalked out of the doorway, slamming the front door behind him. He didn't even acknowledge that I had apologized for his own mistake.
If he didn't want children, he never should have had them in the first place. I walked into the living room, going straight to the windows to shut the blinds, just incase my father peeked in. I did the opposite of what he asked, joining the littles with watching the television.
I sat down on the floor, and Ang came crawling over to me. I heard footsteps coming towards the living room, breathing in relief when it was my younger brother, Alessandro, with a sleepy Enzo. "There gone" Ales whispered as soon as he sat down beside me.
