Marcelo Di Niro and Bianca Petrovich had a Romeo and Juliet love story. The star cross lovers whose family's wouldn't allow the love. So right after graduating high school the get married and run away together. But just months later Salvatore Di Nir...
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The truck moves, dark and damp, the sound of braces moving around me, I'm sat in the corner with my small 10 year old body in a ball.
The only thing I remember is falling asleep in an unfamiliar bed, my body shivers from the cold.
It's December, and mom brought us up to Minnesota to see her parents, but he followed us. Thomas is a mean, mean man. Tears well in my eyes as I feel a sense of betrayal come over me, he was so nice.
Why?
Why?
Why?!
I start to ball but just then the truck comes to a stop, I gasp at the sudden loud noises of tires screaming, and metal hitting metal. I hear loud footsteps coming closer and closer.
My breathing hitches, no.
The lock unlocks making me freeze. The door opens and the little moonlight shines down on Thomas and Robert at the door, their grins sending chills up my spine.
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I wake up my breathing heavy, it's still dark outside. I throw my blanket off my body getting hot, sweat beads roll down my face as I try to catch my breath.
I stand up slowly careful not to watch anyone, I walk slowly to the bathroom, the splash some water on my face, I forget to close the door and just like last night I turn and see Marco in the doorway.
"Hey, you ok." I grab the towel wiping my face off. "Yeah, just a bad dream." He nods, we walk out to the kitchen together.
The Alvarez house is a big open place, basically the whole main floor is one giant room with large columns holding up the second floor.
The kitchen is about 40 feet away from the living where our friends are sleeping peacefully. "What happened to you." Marco is looking out the window like he didn't just ask the most personal question ever.
We don't look at each other, but I have an intense feeling to curl up in a ball in his arms and cry well spilling my guts to him.
Is that weird?
"I was kidnapped and abused." My voice is a whisper I didn't think he could hear me but by the way his breath hitched I knew he did.
We just stand there in silence for a while, a long comfortable silence. But here I come ruining the moment, I feel a seizure coming, I stumble back holding onto the counter as I slowly slide down.
Marco turns quickly, holding my shoulders as I slowly sink to the ground. I feel my body start to shake then I'm disoriented for a moment.
I come back into consciousness after what feels like forever, Marco's arm holding my shoulder and head,y body draped across his legs.
