Rocco's POV:
I watch as Talia walks up the stairs, I ignore my brothers and walk out of the house and to my motorbike
I race out of the driveway and speed down the roads everything seems like a blur
I find going as fast as I can on my motorbike makes me feel like I am on top of the world, like nothing hurts anymore
I never wanted to push Talia away like I do but I refuse to let her in, the last time I did that she left and I was left with nothing but the memories of her
I will never let myself become that weak or vulnerable again, I do love her I really do but I make myself pretend I don't
When I found out at the hospital about the extent of her condition I knew it was all my fault
If I just tried harder to make mom stay then Talia would have never gone through this
If I held onto Talia tighter then maybe she still would have been here
Flashback:
A small 8 year old wondered around the mansion, clueless to what was going to happen, his father and all his other brothers were not going to be home for hours
They all were at some Soccer game they were all supposed to go to but Rocco was sick that day so he wasn't able to go
His mother had offered to stay home with Talia and Rocco and take care of them
The little kid dropped his ice block he had stolen from the freezer, as high pitch alarms rung through the house
The sticky substance melted and dripped down the stairs as the boy raced to his little sisters bedroom where she was wailing
The boy picked her up and cuddled her trying to make her happy
He hid in the walk in wardrobe with his little sister as screams, sounds of glass breaking and gun shots echoed the mansion
the little bundle stayed huddled in the room until footsteps walked into the room and began ruining the room trying to find something
The boy left his sister in the wardrobe and raced out trying to figure out what was happening
The boy shuddered with fear as he saw 4 tall men all dressed in black holding guns
The men laughed and shoved the boy on the ground a pointed the guns at him
"Where is the girl" One of the men snarled
The little boy refused to let them know where his little sister was even when they began kicking him
The boy took all of the kicks telling himself each time its for his little sister
The men eventually got bored and one of them grabbed a knife
The boy's eyes widen as the knife was pressed hard against his neck
"I won't ask again where is the girl?"
The boy shook his head glaring at the men
There was a glint from the light as the knife was raised and slashed from his eye brow to his cheek
Warm blood trickled down the little boys face as he refused to answer the men
The knife was raised again when they realized he wasn't going to answer and stabbed straight in the side of his stomach
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