Lucia and Maeve are twins.
Maeve is the innocent one- her eyes yet to see the darkness of the cruel world. A happy go lucky girl, who loves everyone. Though very hardworking and dependable.
But not everyone can be as innocent as her.
Then there's L...
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The eerie noise of my bedroom door creaking open woke me up.
My eyes shot open as anxiety bubbled in the pit of my stomach. My mind flashed memories of all those times when John used to drag me by my hair to the basement at the middle of the night claiming how much of a brat I was who needed to be punished, when in reality that fucker was always busy getting high to even notice my absence.
Blinking back the tears I clutched the pillow tighter and reached for the knife only to be disappointed.
Blackness crept into my vision as my body settled on the panic mode, the flashes of whippings and endless torture played in my mind as a broken record.
Balling my hands into a fist, I painfully dugged my nails into the palm to stop the numbness that was making it impossible for me to stay attached to the surrounding and concentrated on my exhaling.
Now was not the fucking time to panic Luciana.
Counting to three I held my breath and I slowly opened my eyes.
The dim light of the hallway entered the dark room as the intruder slowly opened the door possibily assuming that I was knocked out into abyss.
A tiny figure wrapped into a blanket stepped over the threshold.
Letting out a breathe of relief, I rubbed my palms over my face and watched as Matteo silently tried to close the door behind him with his left hand while his right one was clutching his blanket tightly.
Tip toeing towards my bed, he tried to climb on it but it was hard for him considering the his small height.
Deciding to make it easy for him I faked a cough and bit my lip to stop myself from laughing as he dropped the blanket in shock and turned towards me wide eyed.
"Hi" He squeaked nervously fiddling with his fingers. "I...I had a bad dream, ca..can I sleep with you sissy?"
Chuckling slightly, I turning on the wall lights and noticed dried tears on his pouty face.
"Sure Bub"
Giving him a reassuring smile, I lifted him onto the bed and cuddled his small body near me.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked Covering both of us with the blanket as I kissed his forehead.
Shaking his head negatively, he muttered something gibberish in response and snuggled against me as I lightly massaged his head.
