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Chapter 6 ⚫A look down memory lane🔵

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👑Kelly👑
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"Your past," Marc says. 

It took me a moment to process what he said. I frowned. "No," I say trying to get up, but fail miserably. The pain of my bullet wound, making its self-known.

"What do you mean no?" Marc asks, pushing me back onto the bed.

"I mean no, I don't want to talk about it."

Marc sighs, frustrated. "Kelly I need to know, so I can figure everything out."

"Figure what out!" I yell. This was all too much.

"So, I can figure out why my father ordered a hit out for you!" Marc yells back.

My heart drops. Leo wasn't playing. He always sticks to his words. "I need to leave, and you need to let me. You need to forget about me," I say. I take a deep breath and get out of bed. I try my best to show that I was in no pain at all.

"Kelly get back in the damn bed," Marc's voice booms. I look at Marc with wide eyes but did as he said. I was shocked, this was the first time he ever talked to me like that.

"Now, we are going to sit here and talk about this like two grown-ups. You don't have to run away. Just please tell me," Marc pleads. 

I take in a deep breath, tears already falling from my face. "My uncle wasn't the only one that was raping me," I say. "Your father was too." Marc stays with an unreadable face. He just nods, signaling me to continue. "When I was 12, my uncle came home with your dad. And they... they came up with this idea of sharing me." Tears start to fall from my face. "It happened every night."

"That's why he would always come home late," Marc states in a whisper.

"That's not all," I say, sobbing. Marc wraps his arms around me, bringing me into his chest.

"Kelly you don't have to tell me anymore."

"No I have too, you need to know," 

"I... I got pregnant, at 15. I gave birth to a girl," I state. Marc looks at me shocked.

"What... happen to her?"

"I gave her up," I sob. "I didn't want her to grow up around all that. I didn't want her to become... me."

"Angioletto I'm so sorry you had to go through that," Marc says holding me.

"I only got to hold her for a few minutes, before I had to let her go. She was so beautiful."

"Do you... have any idea who the father is?"

"No."

"It's okay, I'm going to handle it angioletto. My father will never hurt you again," Marc says, placing a kiss on my forehead.

I fall asleep in Marc's arms.

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💢Marc💢
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I threw the sheets over Kelly and went into my office. What my father did was unforgivable, and he would have to pay. Kelly had a daughter somewhere in the world. That little girl could be my sister. The whole situation made me sick to my stomach. My father was sick, and he needs to be taken care of.