New Life

Part 1

  Taking control of the family was not in Celso's heart but it was in his father's heart. Celso grew up with his father fighting with his brothers to take over the family. Until he succeeded, his uncles weren't having it. Family is the strongest thing, he always heard people say but he believed differently. Greed, he thought, greed was the strongest and most destructive thing man could have other than hate.

  All day he would sit on his bed doing nothing but listen, listen to people's screams. To their pleas for mercy, not once did he hear his father give in. Not even to his own wife. Celso's mother was a very young beautiful woman, but was forced to stop her life at the young age of nineteen to marry someone whom she hated. After a year she gave in and gave up. She then had a boy, Celso as they would later call him. She was defiant yet, always listened to her husband. She was an actress before she married Celso's father. So acting wasn't the problem. The problem was forgetting herself after acting for so long. 

   At first hearing his mothers screams in agony was terrifying but as he grew older he would grow numb to it. He would just continuing doing whatever it was that he was doing, not even batting an eye. She wold try to tell her husband to do something or ask him to change. He was in love with the idea of his family being terrified of him. At that point Celso was seven. Just a child, but one that would later grow into something horrible.

   He cold care less for the warmth of family or care. This made is father weary of him. Never being able to get a reaction out of him or a care in the world from his son. But his mother, his mother hated him, she hated how he was worse than his father somehow and she avoided him at any chance she got. Knowing that she was afraid and might harm his child past the point of return her husband allowed it. Instead letting the maids take care of him. 

   Celso was a average boy by health and looks.  He played to his strengths, knowing that he couldn't do much else.He would rather be outside than inside and would go out often. He didn't go out with friends but just on long walks. He didn't eat a lot, he slept only as much as 8 hours never longer than that and he didn't have things he liked or hated. He would just go to school, go home and then go for a walk until 6 pm when he had to come back. Every day, the same thing. Except on Sundays that is. Sunday was family day or as his father would say "Giorno della famiglia".  Every Sunday he had to sit down at the dinner table and eat with his mother and father.

   It was very quiet and no one ever broke it except his father. They would have dinner with each other then they would do an activity or just go to bed. On rare occasions Celso would just lay down and think or just sit on his bed thinking about stuff. What most would call it boring, Celso called life, his life. Never did he break it by choice.  His father would drag him to go places to do things but never did he want to. He only wanted to sit or walk. Never to actually to do anything. When he turned seventeen his father said enough, and started to make Celso do training. It was hard but Celso never complained, never did he say anything in fact.  Most people thought he couldn't speak. The only sounds he would make was of him breathing and the occasional grunt here and there.

   His trainer, Dino treated him like his own and was very proud of Celso's improvement but to Celso's real feather that wasn't enough.  "Celso," His father would say, " that isn't right! If you don't get it by midnight you're nella merda profonda!" But it never seemed to motivate him. Celso would just continue with out caring if the end result would hurt him or not. His father's word was law and it would often lead to pain for Celso. And there, was no one to protect him. His men wouldn't go against him, not even if it meant hurting or killing people they cared about. Outside family wasn't meant to interfere, Celso's uncle Dante hated the way his brother was running things and was planning on killing him, although it would mean his life as well.

(a/n) I don't know Italian, so if it is wrong please tell me so I can fix it!