(18+)
"My mom is coming home any minute"
I moan against his lips, my hands tugging up his shirt that covered his tone body
"Ya sè"
His deep, sexy voice sent shivers down my back, his shirt was completely off, my hands were roaming free against his...
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My past has managed to hurt the one person i truly care about. Isabella is nothing like her mother, Isabella is full of life, funny, loving, carefree. Now, it's just black and white, her world turned completely upside down because of me. I always ruin people i love, it's in my blood, my DNA.
At first it was sex, and sex only but everything changed when I saw her with Benjamin. It reminded me that she could easily move on and I didn't want her too.
Grace was innocent, she was Ryan's little sister, Isabella's best friend. I felt responsible for everything that's happened because I am responsible.
Driving Isabella to Gracie's funeral is more upsetting then I thought, Ryan disappeared on Isabella so all she has is me, a killer, a cartel leader, an abuser. I was dressed in all black, so was Isabella. I thought of a way to somehow bring comfort to Isabella during the funeral. I called Iason and I allowed him to step on my grounds for just this day, only him.
Isabella and I both got down from my car, we made our way over to the tent where the funeral was taking place at. Isabella hugged a man and women, the man had dark brown hair and was put together, the women on the other hand, was a mess, her light brown hair looked just like Gracies. It's her parents. I stood away from all the people that were under the tent, I couldn't bare to act like I wasn't responsible for Gracies death.
Memory
"Mamá mira lo que hice." I called out to my mother, while pointing at my art piece. (Translation: Mom look what I made.)
My father and my mother were arguing, they were always arguing about everything. My father had anger issues, he would always snap for everything. My mother just nodded at me and sent me a sad smile, she would always try to seem happy for me and my sister.
"Eres una puta!" My father slapped my mother across the face, my mother fell to the floor. (Translation: You're a slut.)
My older sister Catalina, decided to pull me into her room to play more. There was so much screaming, and glass breaking, and crying.
"Look brother." Catalina said while making a star out of thin rope with her fingers. My sister would always pull me into her room when mom and dad were fighting, she was trying to distract me.
"Daniel, basta, tus hijos estan viendo!" My mother screams. (Translation: Daniel, enough, your children are watching.)
I heard more glass shattering, causing me to jump in fear. My sister wrapped her arms around me, she kissed my forehead.
