"𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝗺𝗽 𝗽𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂."
Chaos may be the only way to describe Clailea Del Rosario's 9 years of life.
In a nasty divorce, somehow Clailea's druggie mother w...
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When Ezrah and I walk through the door, we're met with absolute chaos.
Adonis and Zarah are ballistic, screaming at Usok, who is undeniably calm.
That only seems to anger them more.
Ezrah clears his throat, pushing his hand against my ear, the other ear pressed against his side. The sounds are slightly muffled so I'm not quite sure what they're saying.
I barely register the tears falling from my eyes, but when Zara punches Usok I scream, my shaky hand covering my mouth, my heart beating in my ears.
Zara doesn't relent, throwing another punch against Usoks face and no one is helping.
Before I realize what I'm doing, I shove Ezrahs hands off of me. "no-no no n-no." Is muttered over and over, and I didn't even realize it was me.
"S-Stop!" I scream at them, crying into my hands.
I sob again, "Stop,"
My voice is quieter now, I stumble backward when Zara looks at me, his chest heaving and stuttering.
His eyes soften from their previously hardened and angry gaze.
I catch sight of the blood on Usoks forehead and something washes over me. The tears stop, my breathing even, I rush over to him.
Thiago.
He's going to die.
The tears start again, my emotions on a rollercoaster ride he's gonna die he's gonna die.
"I'm alright," Usok cooes, crouching down to my height.
I look at his head, more tears falling from my eyes, coating the cold tear tracks with fresh warm ones.
"D-don't" I'm cut off with a sob when I realize I'm talking, I'm talking.
I stop, shaking my head, running a hand through my hair and pulling at the strands.
Last time I was 5, this time I can help.
I nod to myself, grabbing Usoks hand and using all my strength to pull him up the stairs, rushing up them.
"Lea," Another sob breaks through my lips, he hurt my Usok.
"Shh," I can't tell if Usok is directing this to me or Zara, but I keep dragging him either way.
We make it to my room, and I throw the door open, dragging him into the bathroom.
I open my closet door, shoving my clothes to the side and rummaging through my box.
I find what I'm looking for, what I couldn't find the first time, and rush back to Usok, who's eyes soften when he sees what's in my hands.
I make him sit on the edge of the tub, opening my first aid kit and trying to find a clean wipe. I tried to keep the ones that weren't too bloody, but through my blurry eyes I couldn't see much.
