Emilia

12: Emilia

-Vincent-

I pulled back my covers and I silently got up from my bed. I looked down at the floor and I stepped over Salvatore who was asleep in his sleeping bag. Silently, I made my way to my bedroom door and I turned the knob slowly as I stepped out into the dark hallway.

At the end of the hall, I could see the warm glow of the light of my parents bedroom seeping through the crack of the door. I slowly walked towards the room and I hid by the door as I eavesdropped on their conversation.

"That son of yours needs to learn how to be a man." My fathers deep voice growled out at my mother and I peaked through the crack of the door as I watched what was happening.

"He's not just my son, he's your son too." My mothers soft voice replied to him and I watched her sigh as she ran her fingers through her brown hair.

"That boy is not my son. I didn't raise my son to be weak Francesca. If I wanted a daughter, I would have kept the first child." He snapped harshly at her as he got in her face.

"Bruno he's only eight years old.." My mother sighed and shook her head. I watched as my father grabbed a fistful of her hair and pull her head back. She whimpered in pain as she stared up at him.

"At eight years old, I was already killing people. Your son doesn't even have the fucking balls to pull the fucking trigger. Maybe if you didn't baby him all the fucking time, he wouldn't be such a pussy." He hissed in her face and I watched a tear roll down her cheek. He let go of her hair and he shoved her back into the bed.

My father stared down at her and she cried as she slowly began to untie her red robe. He became antsy and ripped it open. My mother sobbed as she laid there, watching my father unbuckle his belt.

"Mama?" I pushed the door open further and she quickly closed her robe and wiped away her tears. She pushed past my father and she got down in front of me and placed her warm hands on my cheeks.

"Vincent, go back to bed sweetheart. I'll be there in a minute to tuck you back in." She said placing a kiss on my forehead and stroked my cheeks.

"Don't cry." I reached my hand up to touch her cheek and wiped away her tears. Her lip quivered and she stroked my hair and placed another kiss on my forehead.

"Vincent go back to bed." My father grumbled at me as he began to finish taking off his belt. I diverted my eyes from my mother and looked past her to stare at my father.

"I can't sleep." I replied and he turned his attention towards me, his dark eyes staring into my blue ones. He got closer to the two of us and I seen my mothers eyes shut in fear.

"What did you say to me boy?" He spat and I furrowed my eyebrows with confusion as I looked up at him.

"I said I can't sleep." I responded and my mother's grip on my face tightened. My father reached his hand out to grab me and my mother put her hand out to stop him.

"Bruno please. Let me put him back to bed.." My mother pleaded and I stared at my father as my heart began to race. His face hardened and he grabbed my mother by her hair and dragged her behind him as he threw her on the ground. My eyes widened as I looked at her and she laid on the floor crying.