𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✔️

♡ Chapter 23 ♡

July 23rd.

The noise from the TV in my bedroom reaches my ears as I sit in the kitchen. I'd been stuck in a daze, unable to stop thinking about something all day.

The day I found my family dead. 

4 years ago.

Spending the weekend out of town has always been one of my favorite things to do. Vito usually comes with me, but this weekend, he couldn't. Said he had plans. 

So, I went alone. Got new nails, spent way too much time in the sauna. But as fun and relaxing as it was, I missed my family. 

I glance at the bag in my passenger seat. I got all of us matching sweaters from the town I had spent the weekend in, it was a small little town in southern Italy. 

I sing to Nicki Minaj as I drive. One of the reasons why I loved it when Vito came on these trips with me, was because he and I had the exact same music taste.

We had been to so many concerts over the years, most recently, Marina And The Diamonds. I could never forget that concert, I lost my voice for a week after. Vito also collapsed to the ground and started crying tears of joy when she touched his hand. 

A feeling of comfort washed over me as my house came into view. No matter how nice a hotel is, it can't compare with being with your family.

I park my car in the driveway and round it to grab my bag. The sound of crickets fill my ears, since it was the middle of summer and nearly midnight. 

I hum as I walk up the steps to my house. My family always stays up late during summer, so I didn't worry about being quiet.

I step inside and call out, "Hellooo! I brought presents!"

My eyebrows slowly lower when I'm not met with anybody yelling back to me, or any doors opening. So I call up the staircase, "Vito, get down here. I got you a Tupac shirt since you're always talking about how much you love him."

I carry the bag of clothes into the kitchen, and toss it down on to the table. 

An irritated sigh comes out of my mouth when nobody is running down the stairs and worshiping my presence. That's just a joke but seriously, I brought cute sweaters. 

I start heading upstairs, my hand dragging along the railing. My parents room is before Vito's, and the door is wide open.

I peek my head through the door, and see them both in the bed. I keep on walking, not wanting to wake them.

My eyebrows lower as I approach Vito's room. His door was open, and he almost always had it closed.

"Vito?" I whispered as I looked into his room. When I was met with silence, I flipped the light switch on.

The most awful, bone-chilling scream came out of my mouth. Vito wasn't in his bed - he was on the ground. Face up, with blood covering his entire body. The number of stab wounds was so great you couldn't even count them. 

Dark crimson blood stained the floor beneath him, and his brown eyes were wide open. I gagged while crying, having to turn away.

"Mom! Dad!" I shout, nearly slipping from my socks as I ran down the wooden hallway. 

I ran into their room and turned their light switch on, but they both still laid in bed. I ran over to them, and ripped the blanket off of them while my entire body shook.