Vermillion

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(Isadora is currently 21 but soon to turn 22 - just to clear some things up)

Aria's POV:

Since I was a babe (baby), I thought that I wasn't wanted. I wasn't needed. That I was merely just for show. Just so people can hide their true faces behind me. I was their shield and In the end I became their trash. Their punching bag. And then I met him.

Lorenzo Romano De Luca.

I thought finally I am saved. I'm worthy. But atlas that was not true. I became his machine. His monster.

From a shy little girl who suffered the abuse from those she once loved and trusted to becoming a strong person but I was controlled by him. I was made, I was used for him and by him. He brought out the monster in me, buried deep down created by my dear family. I hate him for that. And them.

But in the end, he provided me with a new happiness. A new hope. Something to live for. To fight for. But it was not him who provided me with a family that I always craved. Over the few years I've met and lost hundreds of people, to many to even count. But I'm grateful to those people who have stuck around because they became my family. The family you want to talk to people about. Talking about what you did and how fun it was.

It's been nearly 8 years since I've been 'dead' in my "family's" eyes. I often wonder: do they care? Are they worried? Surely not right I was merely a punching bag to them. But what if they miss me... even just by a little. At the end of the day they should forgive me for killing their mother, right? And my twin brother what was he doing. Needless to say I'm an idiot for even assuming these questions but the what if's cloud my mind like a tonne of bricks.

And it's nearly been 4 years since I 'blew myself up' but I mean what can I say I had to make people believe I was dead so there could be no loose ends. He could of ran and told the Portuguese Mafia for all I know, in turn they could be plotting on how to get my head up on their oak mantle piece.

Everything still fresh in my mind sometimes keeps me up at night even if it's been so long. The feelings. The words. The pain.

I was broken out of thought by a sweet cry.

"Mamma..."

"Mammaa..."

"Yes bubba?" My soothing tone seemed to make his tears stop a little.

"Breakfawt" he giggled.

This boy, even though he's 'cute' he is still the devils child. Not from me of course by that idiot Lorenzo. Sighing heavily at the now disturbed peace "mhm go get ready and it should be done after." Hurrying him back into his room so I won't have things thrown at my head like last time he didn't get it quick enough. Gordon Ramsay much?

Sometimes it can get hard to look at him because he just so happened to take after his father but he's even cuter than he was as a baby and them photos of Lorenzo were hideous. Thank god Adonis doesn't look like that creature did as a baby.

Adonis. Me and Lorenzo's child.

The child we made from reckless decisions. Cruel actions of lust. Of wanting to obtain something far more different than just a relationship. Fucking manwhore. Although, I hate Lorenzo for what he did, I could never hate him for giving me something worth living for, surviving for. The beginning of my family. Although he may regret it I could never begin to fathom how things would turn out if they were different and I'm sort of thankful it has happened because it's shown me everyone's true colours.

Lorenzo's POV:

Four years ago I made the biggest mistake of my life. And no it was not fucking aria. She was the biggest blessing in disguise I could ever imagine. She showed me things I never thought I could feel or see. But I had to screw it up. I had to drive her to blow herself up. Every day I stare out my window at where she last was saying how she wasn't wanted. And I let her slip out of my hands.