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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- Angelo Romero -
I watched as Gio handled Chiara with so much gentleness and care that I wished that that was me with her right now, but I couldn't around these people. I couldn't let them see me become weak while they are here.
But she was my little sister. I couldn't look away as she stared into my eyes, as if she knew that I was trying to decide between my friends and her.
What would Leo do if he was here? He would whisk her into his arms and cradle her to his body as he rocked her side to side, as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Maybe this was the time to show them that I was a good big brother?
So, I decided to go and whisk her out of Gio's arms, cradling her head to my shoulder as I swayed my hipss slightly. I heard her sniffle lightly, as I had seen the redness under her eyes. I couldn't bare to see that she had been crying, let alone think about being there when she had cried.
I noticed the way that Al's shoulders had loss the tenseness that resided in them before as he watched the interaction between Chiara and I. I felt a little guilty for taking Chiara from Gio, but I had been worrying about her all day, and to know that she was safe in my arms was enough.
So, after our little cuddle, I passed her back to Gio, who accepted her with open arms. I wish I was that good at accepting new people. I watched as Gio quietly walked out of the room, Chiara in one arm and some milk in the other.
That should have been me, but it wasn't. Gio was looking after her, which meant that she was in more than good hands. I trusted Gio with my life, and so did he, so I trusted him with my baby sister, as she was just as much mine as she was his.
We were all family after all.
"I'm proud of you" Al murmured in my ear, before he left the kitchen, allowing us to all get out the hidden drinks we had in our bags. I knew Al and Leo knew that we all drunk after our trainings, but that didn't mean they approved of it.
For once, I wasn't going to drink. I couldn't while Chiara was in the house. I knew it would be bad of me to let my teammates drink, but at least I could watch what they drank and when to get rid of them. They normally stayed over, but I didn't want them too.
I had a baby sister that I would rather spend time with than them and watching them drink their lives away. I had seen it happen to many people in my life before, and I wouldn't let that happen to my friends.
These people had cracked me and made their way into being my friends, and I won't let that go. I had done it before, and I wouldn't let it happen again. I can't lose any more people if I can prevent it.
"Just one drink before dinner" I muttered to the rest of the team, as I cleared the other bottles into the fridge. No one seemed to protest, rather seeming too entranced with talking about my baby sister and Gio.
