15 years ago, Amelie Russo gave birth to twin girls. The first girls in over 3 generations of Russo children.
However, the mafia is a dangerous world full of dangerous people. After a kidnapping when the twins were 5, only one twin remained. This wa...
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"There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds." - Laurell K. Hamilton
~Recap~
He didn't believe me.
No one ever believe me...
And now I see. Truths are a dangerous thing.
Because as soon as Lorenzo shifted the truth, he turned it into a lie.
And that lie might have cost any chance of my brothers fixing their relationship with me.
... they didn't believe me.
~Now~
I've been staring at my ceiling for 3 hours. Watching as the rays of sun start to bounce into the windows, creating shapes and shadows that dance across the once blank surface.
I turn my head slightly to look at the clock, 6:08.
I haven't managed to sleep a wink, my insomnia keeping me up as well as my nightmares, ADHD and...
...and then not believing in me.
I didn't think it would hurt me as much as it did.
It shouldn't hurt me as much as it did.
But somehow, somehow the weight on my chest is heavier than ever. It pushes down on my heart and drains it of any good emotions that might appear.
And it hurts. It hurts more than ever.
It shouldn't hurt. I shouldn't feel like this. Because they LEFT my life! I cut them out!
So...
...why do I feel like this?
Help.
I need help.
I need to leave.
The words of my punishment ring in my head, but get jumbled with the words of disbelief.
I grab my car keys, not bothering to change, and grab a pair of house keys so that I can get back here unnoticed. It's one of the many pairs I have hidden around the house. Luckily it doesn't seem like Alessandro knows about them. He probably thinks that I only had one set.
I open my bedroom door and start heading downstairs, making sure to be cautious not to make any sounds.
I would have snuck out of the window, but I know they placed tons of guards right outside it.
I manage to get all the way to the front door unnoticed, but as soon as I get outside, I'm stopped again.
"I swear to god every fucking time I try to leave lately I'm spotted. Honestly." I cry in annoyance.
