Adaliah

Chapter Thirty-Eight

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Chapter Name: Not all men are the same.

Vincente felt his heart beating crazily as he walked away from his siblings. He knew it wasn't a good thing to do because whatever his siblings did was for his goodwill and he was happy when Vito hugged him, he felt at ease as all his past scars just vanished with that one hug.

He didn't have to be worried about his allergic reaction being close to his siblings, hugging them, comforting them and loving them more.

All these thoughts are making his head dizzy and also his heart so full of happiness and love. Vincente didn't want to leave like this but their head was so full of thoughts that he needed some time for himself, alone.

Vincente is angry that Adaliah talked to his therapist but he just hopes his therapist did not tell his siblings about his worst panic attack the last time he met him, a few years old.

Vincente learned to become more private because he didn't want to worry his siblings about his troubled and stupid reaction and panic attacks. He hates being vulnerable.

Vincente was more closed off all these years and never let his siblings how many times he got panic attacks, how many nights he cried trying to sleep, how many nights he prayed for his pain and bad past to forget.

Vincente walked quite far away from his siblings when he realized his siblings must be worried. He sighed sitting on the sand near the sea as he watched the water wash down his shoes. He doesn't care about the wet feeling of his shoes.

All the memories from the past, some good memories from when he was just a toddler. Some memories from the day met Ezra for the first time and protected him when they tried to take him to entertain a guest.

Flashback:

An 8-year-old Vincente was sitting in the corner of a dark dirty room filled with the smell of blood, alcohol and sex. Klaus was curled up between his legs in his arms shaking like a leaf. Vincente kissed his hair saying: "Kl, I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. Please don't cry"

Klaus sniffled and rubbed his eyes with his tiny fists curled: "I don't like this place. Why is Daddy not coming to get us back?"

Vincente said smiling to give him courage: "Dad loves us. Dad will come to save us until then I will protect you. I'm your big brother"

Klaus nodded shifting more to get comfortable to sleep as he was wide awake from last night the guards around the place kept coming back a few hours to check on them even beat them up but Vincente protected him and took all the hits.

Vincente sighed feeling relaxed with his brother calming down when they heard the door of the room open. Klaus immediately sat up and Vincente held him more tightly to himself scared of them hurting Klaus.

Two guards were holding a small 5 or maybe 6 years old got thrown inside the cell and one of the guards scoffed: "Such a dog"

Vincente's hands were shaking in fear but he kept his hold firm as he realized the boy hadn't moved from the floor he got thrown. Klaus peeked just a tiny bit from the space when the other guard asked closing the door behind: "What he did do?"

The first said: "He bit off the special guest's dick so got beaten up for misbehaving"

Klaus frowned and a pout made its way to his lips as he tugged the collar of Vincente's shirt and looked down at him away from the small boy passed out on the floor. Klaus whispered: "Why did the special guest put his pee thing in his mouth?"