Dear Mr Montgomery✔️

CHAPTER SIXTY THREE: THE LEGEND OF THE VILLAINESS.

THIRD PERSON'S POV.

Nightmares and horrors. That has been Natalie's fate since that particular night. That night that had turned her whole world upside down. Blood and bodies. That what she kept seeing. Katherine's lifeless body before it went on to the bodies of two tiny humans covered with blood and it ended with her standing over them holding a small bloody statue.

Natalie's had never been scared to close her eyes or cry and feel like peeling out her own eyes. All she kept remembering was that she had killed someone. She had dreams of drowning in the thick red blood of those she had hurt.

She still remembered the smell of blood that had floated into air of the restroom that night. It had replaced the sweet smell of the lavender air freshener. It had smelt bitter and cold and it felt like rust at the back of her throat.

Then she had seen Verona. The scene of her leaving immediately without a words and dashing out of the room. She had played it in her mind a thousand times trying to come up with satisfying explanations.

She had gone to get help that night.

She was trying to help me.

She didn't leave me.

She didn't use me.

She kept telling herself over and over again but the scene played in her nightmares. She had called for Verona as she sank into the pool of blood that kept dragging her into it's dark crimson abbeys. She kept seeing her back, her perfectly shaped back figure that left men wanting and women jealous. That was Verona. And she was leaving.

Natalie had spent nights screaming as she had woken up from her nightmares and she had spent the rest of her day crying. It didn't help that she was in a tiny room with a very small window that barely let any light in during the day and and the long concrete hallway was always dark as well.

The screams she hears from down the hall. The sound of leather hitting flesh, the sound of iron cutting into the skin and the cries and howls of men and women alike that trailed from all around her. It was hell. Natalie knew well where she was. The Italian-American Mafia prison.

The smell of rust and sweat, blood and tears were pungent in the air. Her fate was bleak. Will Vincenzo D'angelo kill her for hurting his godchildren?

What will Caspian do to her?

Caspian. Her own brother. Her mimd went to him. Caspian wasn't just a brother to her. He had been like her guardian, protector and even a father. Natalie could remember those anger episodes that had left her yelling and crying and left pieces and furnitures in the house broken.

Caspian had always made sure he cleaned after her. He sent people with her so she didn't hurt anyone or herself during one of them. When her father Arthur had had enough of it the third time she had tried to stab a maid in red anger and had tried to slit her own throat, Arthur had decided to take Natalie to an asylum. He deemed her dangerous to herself and the people around her. It was Caspian who fought with her father to keep her home.

He was the one who sent doctors and helps and made sure she had everything she could ever want so she won't fly into a fit of rage. He had spent money and resources and time on every medications and every kind of therapy.

When she was still very young and and she had one of her anger episodes and she would injure her playdates. Caspian was the one who personally went to their homes to apologize and give them compensations. Caspian was only a teenager then in highschool. Although Caspian was cold and unfeeling, one thing he had always done since before he even matured, was take care of her, of them, of the Montgomerys.