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The monster I call my father

Time jump a few months, Anthony s had to drop out of school to work the Mafia, he's almost 19 now. Also just a fair warning, this chapter is complete ass.

⚠️Tw!! Substance abuse, physical abuse,ptsd, GORE⚠️

Anthony POV:

Workin' was frightening at first but I'm kind of starting to get it. Sucks I don't get to walk with Alastor to school anymore though. Hope everything is goin' alright for him. Even though I'm practically the boss of this whole thing sometimes dad makes me feel like an errand boy, runnin' around and doin' his chores, buyin' his drugs n' shit. Honestly I hope his fatass OD's soon. Atleast though if I'm bustin' my ass at the Mafia HQ he ain't bustin' anyone else's at home. I'll do anything to keep Molly and Arackniss safe. I head down the alley we use to get here, I'm familiar  with this area by now. I meet up with the drug dealer, Sammy. I buy my dad some needle shit, I'm personally more of an angel dust guy myself but whatever.
I head back and drop the drugs on my dad's desk. I head back to the main room to sit around until orders are given. Sooner or later my dad comes up with a mission for us to steal from this fancy museum. We all get ready for the heist, then get driven to an area a little outta sight of the museum.  My dad is checkin' the basement, my uncle's takin' care of security and everyone else is fending for themselves. We steal some expensive shit, then outta the blue someone trips the alarm. The hell?! We all meet up to figure out who's the dumb fuckin' snake to trip it, and that's when I see my dad arguing with some people in the distance. Me and the other guys decided to split up so we don't get caught. Stray gunshots started once I snuck back into the vent. Fantastic. I meet up with Three and we agree to sneak out together and that we need to do a strategic retreat. We're sneaking past the Egyptian exhibit when I hear something shatter. It wasn't from us but I froze and covered my ears for a minute, like some weird reflex. My heart starts to race and Three grabs me, dragging us outta there. I guess I just got lost in my head for a minute because I'm not even processing what's happening right now. That sound. The sound, it reminds me of when Dad used to throw dishes at me. I can't breathe. Three sets me down against a brick wall, I think we're outside now. "Hey, just breathe. Are you okay?" He ask calmly. I can't conjure up anything to say. Those memories just keep replaying in my head. I pulled my knees into my chest. Make them stop, make it stop. Three shows me some breathing exercises or something and eventually is able to calm me down. I still feel on edge because of everything that just happened though. "What was that?.." I asked him. I doubt he even knows. "I'll tell you more about it once we get back. For now, just take it easy. I'm gonna get some of the others out" He tussled my hair.
Sooner or later everyone escapes the situation and we retreat. We still got some stolen goods so it's not a total loss. Three takes me to the infirmary area, not because I got hurt but because no one really goes there. "So, what happened?.." I asked again. "I can make a guess" he shrugged. "Do you remember anything that caused you to act the way you did before that moment?" He ask. The day starts to replay in my head again. That sound. I explain to him about the sound and why I freaked out but there's no way it's really a big deal, right? He shook his head. "Your father is infact a cruel man, so I believe you" He says ominously. "What'd he do to you?" I half smiled. He staid quiet for a minute. "You don't want to know" there was an awkward silence after that. "Well anyway, dad does that kind of bullshit all the time. Why is it only freaking me out now?" I ask nervously. "It's not, that's the thing" I look at him confused. He continued "If these sort of traumatic events have been happening to you since you were a kid, there's no doubt it's just been building up inside for years in end. It's not just 'suddenly' showing itself, it's rather your brain is starting to struggle on how to deal with it, most likely since the abusive behavior you've experienced has not ended" I breathe this all in. "So.. I'm just going to be broken.. forever?"  I now wish I hadn't asked about this, maybe then I COULD find a way to deal with it, somehow. Sometimes knowing what's wrong is worse or doesn't help. "You're not broken, you're just human, kid"

Those same traumatic flashbacks repeated for the next few months, making missions very hard. Eventually Anthony even thought about quitting, but he has to protect his family. Also PS: since this is time skip, his dad straight up abandoned him because he thinks mental health is bullshit.

I sat in my office, debating my own insanity. Why do these memories keep haunting me? How am I supposed to live my life it it always feels like I'm going to die?! There's only one person I can blame for this. My father. I'm going to find him. Alastor's at work, so he won't have to worry about me. I head down to the parking garage and take the motorcycle. I almost got in an accident with how fast I was. He's probably in the city, doing heroin somewhere. I hear sirens now, but I don't think they're after me. I don't go to the city much so looking at the NoHo area is a nice change of scenery. I decided to stay close by. Maybe it's my dad. Sooner or later I find him AND his escape route. I follow him. "HEY YOU!" I shout. He notices me "The fuck?!" He keeps running. Eventually he stops for some reason. We're both standing in a dead end in an alley. My bike isn't far. "Why did you do all those things to us.. why are still able to haunt me, even after you abandoned us?!" I screamed. "Abandoned? You left me no choice! You RUINED the family and took over my Mafia!" He yelled back. We eventually ended up getting in a fist fight. Then I blacked out.

I woke up in a dark room, alone. Fuck I just got kidnapped. I'm gonna die and I'm not even married to Alastor. My dad is here. This is gonna be fucking great. Shit, depending on how long I'm here I might also start dealing with withdrawal, which will be just fucking fantastic.
"You've always been a mistake, Antonio" funny coming from the guy who preferred me over any of my siblings. I laugh a bit. "You only mess up my plans, all I ever wanted was to do what was BEST for you" he added. BEST FOR ME?! HE BEAT US AS KIDS AND THEN LEFT FOR WEEKS TO GO WORK, AND ONLY CANE BACK HIGH OR DRUNK. He taught me how to kill people at the ripe age of 7. "Oh that's funny coming from you" I tell him. He slaps me across the face. It burns.
"I'm done. This time I'm gonna make you understand how it feels to have something go out of your control. I'm going to fix you. Starting small, with that heterochromia thing" he smiled darkly. Fix me?.. I think I'm actually in shit now..
He and some other guys go back and talk in a room where I can only see the light gleaming under the door. When they come back out dad just says "Hold 'em" and then they rush over to me and hold me in place. I'm already zip tied to a wooden chair, it's not like I can move anyways dad. Then dad slowly comes over, he has a knife in hand. My heart starts beating fast. No, no.. I'm gonna die here..
He laughs darkly, then lunges the knife into my blue eye. I scream but his friends shut me up. He kept stabbing a little, then got a spoon to pop it out. He threw it aside like garbage. There's so much blood on me.. I can't see normally anymore.. I'm crying but it's only coming from my brown eye now..
I shake the chair by tilting it. The guys leave and go to talk to my dad.

A/N:

Leaving this on a cliffhanger because I hate this entire chapter. Anthony escapes, whatever. This book is almost over. I'm sorry it's getting a shitty ending, I'm losing inspiration and don't know what really to do from here. I might start a Gorillaz 2Doc story though so if you're interested in that please comment💜