Her Perfect Half

Chapter two

We were at our family's private airport. We are waiting for the rest of our family to come. They live in Rome, all my uncles, aunts, cousins, and my two grandparents. The private airplane landed.  My family members all got out of the airport.

Siena ran to them immediately. She hugged my grandfather. He was smiling. You could see it in his eyes. He was happy. The rest of my family went to hug them. I stayed with my dad and Antonio.

'And how are you, Kiarra?' Mattia asked. He was the younger twin. Matteo is the older one, only by three minutes. 'I'm good.' I say emotionlessly. In these two years, I've learned that no matter how much I try, I'll never be good enough for my family.

They will always talk to me rudely, coldly, and with no emotion. I gave up. There is no point. We got into the cars and drove to our house. Me and Amadeo started training immediately. Amadeo is my oldest cousin. He has always been the roughest with me.

He never cared if he was gentle or not.  After an hour of boxing with him, Alesio came. 'Kiarra, you have to go to the basement. It's something important.' I took off my boxing gloves, and I immediately went to the basement. There, I saw all my uncles, aunts, grandparents, and parents.

In the middle of the room, there was a man. He was standing in front of my family. He looked at me. I'm so confused. 'Kiarra! I know you might be thinking, what are you doing here right now.'  My grandfather started. 'Well, we think that you're ready to torture your first-person.'

My father finished. What? 'No, I can't do it!' I said, backing up. The man's face relaxes. 'You have to do it.' My uncle Gabriele said while he tied up the man. I looked at my mom for help, but she looked away. 

I was standing in front of the man. Cold sweat dripping from his forehead. I looked at my right. That's where we keep all the torturing devices. I grabbed pliers. I started taking off his nails one by one.  My hands were bloody, the pliers too. The man was crying silently. Tears streaming down his face.

I grabbed the knife and started cutting his wrists. Cut after cut after cut. My clothes got bloody. I was sweating. My grandma got out of the room. My aunts followed her. Then, my mother. Only my father, uncles, and grandfather are here. Two painful hours later, my grandfather gave me the gun.

I slowly pulled the trigger. I shot the man. Just the way Amadeo taught me. Right in the head. The bullet went through, which means immediate death. The impact made the chair collapse, causing the man to fall.

'Good job Kiarra.' My grandfather said, patting my shoulder. 'We didn't expect you to be that good.' Aldo, my uncle said. He is the second oldest out of three. My father is the oldest. 'I learned from dad.' I say, still looking at the man. I can't believe I just did that. Blackness started filling the room.

The once green eyes of my father started getting black until all the white had vanished. And that's when I hear my alarm. Ugh, nightmares. This day is so awful it's still stoned in my head. I still remember it in detail. To this day, I can't forgive myself for killing him.

I know that he was evil. And he tried to kill my family, but somebody else could have killed him. I was ten years old, for God's sake. Since that day, I've tortured hundreds or maybe even thousands of people. My ways of torturing are slow and painful.

My ways became so popular to the verge that I became the hot topic of the whole mafia world. Everybody knows me as 'The torturing queen of Italy.'