Betrayal's Embrace ~ Guido Mista x Reader

Chapter 1: An Echo Beyond Blue

__.—♥️ Hello Fiction Fiends! ♥️—.__

It's so lovely to be back and writing again! For those of you who are new here, HOWDY! I'm MinecraftSheeps and this is my second official fanfiction! After spending nearly a year and a half completing my first story, Guilty Conscience, and then spending several months working on some personal writing goals (writers gotta write, yuh know what I'm saying!) the craving for creating more fanfiction simply took hold of me, and thus, I had to act on such a splendid desire. I have so many juicy plans to share with you all, and I simply can't wait for you to see how this story unfolds!

To make things twice as crazy, while I'm working on this fanfiction, Betrayal's Embrace, I'm also working on writing the outline for my first novel! I just cannot be stopped at this point! I'm so extra excited for you all to see all of my evil plans, but for now, please enjoy the first chapter of this deliciously juicy brand-new fanfiction!

Ciao for now, Fiction Fiends!

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Everyone was staring. Rightly so, they should stare. She'd been on the news only a few days ago, so surely people recognized her and were curious about her family.

"Man on motorcycle struck by drunk driver in broad daylight", the news anchor said. "Thankfully, he now recovers in his own home after spending nearly a month in Hospital San Gennaro, accompanied by his wife and niece." When the news team came to Aunt Olivia and Uncle Pedro's house, the cameraman was kind enough to ask if Y/N wanted to be filmed. She said she didn't mind, but now, having to walk through the halls on the first day of her final year in high school, nearly a month after the original start date and with her face all over the news, a part of her regretted being seen on TV. But on the other hand, she was proud to stand by her uncle and proud to be recognized as a family girl.

Brushing past students who followed her with their gaze, Y/N heard mumbles echo throughout the school's wide, ancient hallways. "Will the family press charges?" One said. "I heard she's from Canada, can she speak Italian?" whispered another.

Y/N, although staring at her feet and marching forward, wanted to stop and calm everyone's curiosity. As eager as they were to ask her questions, she was twice as eager to give them answers. The thought of people making so many assumptions about her and her family sent a nervous chill down her back. She feared that cliques and inner circles of tightly knit friends would start making up stories about her before she got the chance to even introduce herself. It always happened in the movies. She didn't want this to be like the movies.

"I feel so bad," someone said to her left. "What if her uncle dies because of his injuries?"

The girl, a tall brunette with ribbons in her hair, wore brows that strung together with worry and a school uniform that was two sizes too big for her slender frame. Y/N turned her body to speak to the brunette and caught her attention just as the bell rang, marking the beginning of the final class of the day. They both looked at the speakers and then back at each other. With flushed cheeks and eyes that said, whoops I didn't know you could hear me say that, the girl mumbled a quick "sorry", before swinging her bag over her shoulder and moving into the crowd with her friends.

"It's ok!" Y/N said over the bustle of the hallway. "He'll be fine!" She swore she saw the girl smile back at her, but couldn't lock eyes before the crowd of students swallowed her whole.

If her mom and dad weren't so busy with work back home, they would've come in Y/N's place to look after Pedro and spare their daughter from the flood of questions she'd receive at her new school. It was only her first day and Y/N had already overheard three different students ask if they'd have to speak English so she could understand. The answer was no, but she wouldn't be opposed to talking in her first language. And yet the only words she'd spoken at all that day were asking for directions to the bathroom and reassuring strangers that her uncle wasn't dead.