Family

TWENTY-FIVE

TW: Self-harm!! If you're uncomfortable with this then please don't read after Leonardo's Past POV has ended!!

Remember, you're not alone in situations like this, reach out to someone or call a helpline. You're amazing and I love you<3

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THEY SAID ALL DREAMS COME TRUE

THEY FORGOT TO MENTION THAT NIGHTMARES ARE DREAMS TOO.

Past || Leonardo

A smile lit up my face as I carefully tread down the stairs and walk into the kitchen. It widened further seeing Alfonzo. He was standing near the counter, a bored look on his face as he waited for the water to boil. His body was sensitive in the winter and his legs often ached so papa told him to boil water and put it into a hot water bottle. The one mommy bought for him was so fluffy, he let me use it sometimes.

My brows furrowed seeing he wasn't using the kettle and instead using a pan. Oh right, Giovanni had gotten really angry these past few days, he broke a lot of furniture.

"Bubba!" I cheerily exclaimed, wrapping my arms around his waist.

Alfonzo tensed up and did something I would never expect him to do. Glaring at me, he harshly shoved me away from him.

A small pout formed on my lips," Why are you being mean?"

"You want to know why I'm being mean?" He scoffed, taking a step closer causing me to take one back. Why was he acting like this, was he angry at me?

My eyes travelled to the now bubbling water, steam filling the tense atmosphere.

Alfonzo followed my line of vision and his eyes twinkled. Grinning at me, he reached out squeezing my wrist in a bruising hold and dragged me to the pan.

"Want to help me Leo?" He sneered.

Nodding slowly, I inched closer to him. A dark smile overtook his features as he lifted my hand closer to the pan.

A searing burning sensation crawled its way up my skin and a deafening scream left my lips. Alfonzo chuckled and only shoved my hand deeper into the pan, a grin dancing on his lips as my screams echoed throughout our home.

Tears streamed down my face and sobs racked my throat as I fought to release my hand from his bruising hold.

He stared into my eyes, the grin never leaving his lips before releasing me. I didn't hesitate to run, ignoring the looks of pity given to me as my shaky legs carried me to the safety of my room, my hand tightly cradled to my chest.

Locking the door, I stumbled into the bathroom, shoving my hand into the sink and drenching it in cold water. My tears never stopped neither did my pain. How could he?

My lower lip wobbled as I sat against the sink, rubbing and scratching at the itchiness from the burn, not caring about the droplets of blood forming. Trembling on the tiled floor, I buried my head onto my knees and rocked back and forth.

He didn't mean it, he was just angry. He'll say sorry later.

If only I knew my nightmare had just begun.

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"What happened to your hand?" Papa asked, his eyes narrowing in on my hand as I slowly ate my pasta, the burn on my hand evident.

Automatically, my eyes moved to Alfonzo's blazing ones piercing into me. His body was tense but his eyes never left my face.

Papa looked between the two of us and his eyes widened.