War

Chapter One

A/N - starting another book feels like a fever dream😭😭

Enjoy being inside Marco's head...🫶🏾🫶🏾

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Marco
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Are monsters made?

A question that I found had resonated with me for a vast majority of my life.

Some believe monsters are born, that there is no given possibility for your fate, your temperament, to be changed under any circumstances whatsoever.

I believed otherwise.

Monsters were shaped, moulded, crafted, into the psychopathic creatures they are today, a multitude of reasons for their twisted personality.

My multitude of reasons came in the form of my father.

He'd ensured that my mind was a mess from the time I could walk and talk, stripping me from the humanity I was certain I'd possess had I had different parents. But I didn't have different parents, so the outcome of that was left up to the imagination, and I had no choice but to live with the cards I'd been dealt.

"Do you think the dodo bird is really extinct?", the hand bringing my fork towards my mouth halted mid-air, I inhaled slowly as if the oxygen would save me from my brother's stupidity.

"Do you hear yourself when you speak?", Emiliano asked our brother, mirroring my frozen appearance. Elijah just grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners as he shoved a spoonful of pasta into his mouth.

"Of course, and I sound fucking amazing", I refrained a wince at his choice of language- I didn't see a necessity for such vulgar terminology in everyday conversations, especially since the man who gave us life would use said language to belittle us on a daily basis.

"What does the word 'extinct' insinuate Elijah?", I asked the nineteen year old, my gaze unmoving from my plate as a scoff filled the air.

"Can you speak English?", a slight chuckle escaped him and he turned to Emiliano, "el cree que somos inteligentes". Milo snorted, shaking his head and causing his dark blue hair to fall in front of his eyes- the hair stylist who couldn't give himself a haircut.

Embarrassing.

"Eres simplemente estupido", with the slight lift of my lips I smirked, cocking my head when the sound of footsteps came from behind, "the word 'extinct' means it's perished, wiped from existence, use your common sense".

"That's the most he'd said all day", I exhaled harshly through my nostrils as the two of them laughed at me. Upon glancing over my shoulder I made eye contact with Ezekiel who had entered the room with an empty plate in one hand and an empty glass in the other, headphones covering his ears and blasting music loud enough to silence the laughter of the other two.

My youngest brother nodded at me once, disposing of his things in the dishwasher before leaving the room as quickly as he'd come, his steady footsteps and the blaring of music fading away out of earshot.

I couldn't remember the last time he'd joined us around the table for food.

"I'm gonna dye my hair pink", and my worries about Zeke vanished in an instant, replaced with a level of agitation that only Emiliano could bring out in me.