"Kiss me." He picks me up and kisses me again.
His hands on my waist, my hands in his hair and my lips all over him.
I think I don't have a crush anymore.
I think i'm in love.
We break the kiss and he looks at me, "I'm so fucked aren't I my Val?"
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I look at my father with shock. It wasn't enough?
That's something you'd say after you've eaten a whole meal. I shake my head.
"All my life, I questioned why you neglected me as I grew up, why I felt so alone and confused, and now I realize I might not get my answers."
"Don't blame me for this," his voice started darkening, but I only continued talking.
"You have no intention to change for the better, do you?"
"Not one bit, because this lifestyle granted us stability. You may hate me now, but you'll thank me in the future."
"Thank you for what? A messy divorce, the abuse I endured. Mother's actions were not your doing, but you could have stopped it, and you chose not to because deep down..." You're just like her.
He enjoys the thrill of this all.
"You and Mother are the same!
"You both hurt innocent people for the sake of your benefit. You guys really were the perfect couple; that's one truth in all of this."
My father stands up in aggression and places his gun right on my forehead.
I tense.
"You're my daughter; remember your place. I don't know what Demetrius Capo taught you, but I taught you to shut up when necessary, and that's now." His fingers are inches close from the trigger.
Worst-case scenario: I die looking ugly.
Dad was right; I did learn something new from Demetrius, and that was confidence.
Somehow, he brought out the sunshine in me.
My entire life, I was hidden and pushed into this clay of expectations, but when I was with him, I expressed myself so brightly.
Even when I was a little girl, I felt secure with him.He was always there for me.
"Are you going to repeat history?" I exclaim. He looks around, not wanting to hold eye contact with me.
"Do it. What's scaring you?" Deep down, I'm fighting every urge to not pee myself.
We all have our struggles; mine is to not get killed by my father! Oh me, oh my.
My father's fingers are so close to the trigger.
Anxiety suffocates me each second I look at him, tears escape my eyes.
A sudden bang echoes through the air, and my father's face falls onto Demetrius' desk, blood pouring from his chair.
I immediately look back to see Hanzo, angered.
"Should've been his chest," he mumbles.
I look at him in absolute shock.
"I need to leave," I cry as I try to push past him.
He tries to hold me, but I can't stop.
Everything is fuzzy.
My heart rate increases by the second.
I can't help but feel like I'm drowning, and suddenly everything collapses.
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I wake up to yelling and beeping.
I look around and see no one. I'm alone again.
"Hello?" I whisper.
The door opens rapidly, and in walks Demetrius, followed by Hanzo. Hanzo's usual smile and happy demeanor are gone, his face hidden by his phone.
"Are you okay?" Demetrius asks, holding my face.
"Well, other than being in a lot of pain, I'm good." He kisses my forehead, but I can't reciprocate.
"What's wrong?" Demetrius looks at me intently.
"I'm free," I mutter, and he nods in response.
I look back to see Hanzo. Should I tell Demetrius the truth, that it was Hanzo who killed my mother and caused his own mother's death?
But what if I keep it to myself? Ruining the relationship between Hanzo and Demetrius would be terrible.
Hanzo has been a friend and protector. Even though I feel uneasy around him now, I know he has been good to Demetrius. Why ruin that?
"How are you, Hanzo and Mateo?" I ask.
"We're fine. Do you know who attacked your father?" Demetrius asks.
I shake my head. "I forgot, I'm sorry." I lie.
"I just want to get out of here and run," I exclaim.
Maybe I can change my identity, become a new person. With therapy and healing, I can make my own decisions and be selfish.
"You'll have your freedom. I'll be gone, and so will Hanzo," Demetrius states.
"Gone?"
"Yes, like you say, 'Kapow,' and gone." He laughs quietly.
"No, I don't want that! I want you," I mutter.
"You need to have your freedom, meet new people, fall in love with someone better. Someone whose life isn't like this."
Tears start escaping my eyes, and I'm fighting every urge to slap him.
"Why can't you just leave this life?" I mutter.
"That'll take a while. If you're single and I'm single in two years, I'll find you, and I will be a normal man."
"Will you still be rich?" I question. That's an important question, all right.
"Yes." He laughs as he messes with my hair.
He kisses my forehead and leaves, and suddenly the room feels cold.
That was anti-climactic.
Hanzo enters and looks me in the eyes.
"Thank you."
"I don't trust you anymore," I whisper.
"Never expected you to. Proud of you for remembering, though." He smiles and leaves.
Like I said before: anti-climactic.
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