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Chapter 82

Blaise | TW

Earlier

Did I die? Was I dead? Last thing I remember seeing was mi amore's beautiful face. The tears she was letting leave her eyelids, those brown hazel eyes looking as if she's in so much pain. " Wake up " a voice said, it echoed as if I was in a dark hallway, with nothing in there causing the voice to echo. " She needs you " the voice says again, I continue closing and opening my eyes hoping to see light again. " You won't go, till you meet ends with the thing holding you back from starting a future with your beloved " the voice then says again, as he it continues to echo, I was seeing nothing but darkness. " What do you mean? Where am I? " I question, wanting answers to whoever I was speaking too.

" You want to be with your beloved, yes? Well then, face your pass, grieve it. Your in a coma, you have been for a few weeks. It's slowly killing her " the voice says, my heart aches. " I miss her. I wanna go home " I say, I wanted this shit to stop I wanted to be in her arms again, hear that beautiful voice, see that gorgeous smile of her's, that brown tanned skin. The lips that tasted strawberries, the laughter that was music to my ears. The girl who was down for absolute anything. " Then face the grief, and accept yourself for who you are " the voice then says " how? " I question, eagerly. " You'll figure it out goodbye love, goodbye " the voice the says, I then feel the voice leave if that's even possible.

" What the fuck was I supposed to do? " I question, I notice my voice also ends up echoing. My voice didn't do that before, when I was talking to the unknown. I then receive a flashback one I never wanted to relive.

" Daddy! " I say running to my father who was laying down on the couch, I then get pulled into a dark hallway. It was my brother, Gino. " Let go of me, I wanna show daddy my drawing " I say, showing him my picture he rolls his eyes I fold my arms, then pout. " I think he's drinking that nasty stuff again, that makes him really mad " Gino says, I then frown we both peek out of the doorway I then see my father drinking this bottle on the couch. He was always talking, with men in suits as he was always in suits. He wasn't in a suit this time. He was on the phone.

" Too bad I can't go anywhere, my kids are pain in the fucking asses, along with their mother " daddy says, I then cover my mouth. Gino looks at me " daddy said a bad word " I say, Gino then scoffs. " When doesn't he Blaise? " He questions, my brother and I are two years apart. He was 8 and I was 6. Our sister was 4, she didn't understand much. " That doesn't make when he says it okay " I say, rolling my eyes. With Gino and I talking we didn't even realize my father was done with the phone call and unfortunately saw us. " Hey what are boys doing upp? " My father says, and ends up slurring his words. Gino then runs off before I could do the same my father then says " run like your brother, and see what happens " I then freeze in my tracks.

" Im sorry " I say, as I turn around and look at him. I fold my arms more in a comfort kind of way, then an attitude way. My father then chuckles, this nasty smell lingering in the air, it was coming from my father. Not his hygiene, but his breath. I then scrunch my nose, due to the smell. " Is there something wrong, you ungrateful child? " My father then questions, I then feel my heart hurt. He always say such mean things to my siblings, and I. Also my mother, more of me then anyone. He only does it, when he's drinking that nasty thing. When he's not and he's himself, he always makes me do this thing called training. He makes me hit hard things, leaving my knuckles bruised and bloody. It hurts, my mother always makes them feel better though. My mother and father constantly fight due, to what he says and what he makes me do.

" Stop thinking, nothing but nonsense in there " my father says, my heart then aches again. " Please stop saying those hurtful things daddy " I say, looking down at my socks that was covering my feet, and toes. " I should've worn a condom. Your fucking sensitive " he then says, I then feel a test threatening to be leave my eye. What he's saying is hurting, why would he say this? I knew exactly what he meant, which hurt. I wish I wasn't this smart at this age. " Daddy, would you stop? " I question, having enough of his rude words. My father then scoffs " tomorrow 5 in the morning you'll train again, if you aren't up. So help me god, it'll be worse for you " my father then says, as he leaves wobbling as he walks.