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C h a p t e r E l e v e n »»————> L i o n C u b B e S t r o n g <————«« Ryder Capra
"Father," I push. My father has been so stubborn in the past few days. His hatred for Sophia is almost becoming unbearable. I've tried telling him that it's not her fault almost 1000 times, but he is the most stubborn man in existence.
He never listens. He never really ever has. When I was a child, the only person he would listen to is my mother, but she's gone now and she was very soon, too soon.
My mother Amelia Capra, was murdered in cold blood when she was only 27. I was only 6 years old, and I remember it like I live that day every night when I close my eyes.
Sofia never notices whenever I get out of bed every single night to sleep downstairs in the cage I used to trap her in. I get so scared that I'm gonna scare her. My screams and cries mirror the ones she once had at my brothers hands, and now even my own.
I'll never forgive myself. I'll never forgive my father for what he did to me which made me do that to her. Seeing her everyday, living with such pride and strength, ruins me more and more, little by little every single day.
To think that for one second, I almost took away her strength and her joy in just being alive. She is such a pure human. Always has been. Sometimes I can almost understand Kai in ways I never really did before. I see what he saw now.
But there are night when I think about killing myself. I can't. I deserve the death that I should inflict upon myself for everything that I've done in my life, but most of all for what I have done to Sofia.
I know I have caused her pain, and I know my brother has as well. I guess in my father's eyes, it is all worth it. My father didn't see what happened to my mother. I did.
I remember the scene so vividly I think I could paint it better than Picasso or da Vinci or anyone great of that kind.
It was Sofia's father. And to Angelo Capra, that makes it all worth it. Her father had no mercy on my mother. she cried for hours, and begged him to stop, but he never did.
"Its okay lion cub, momma will always be with you," Momma cups my cheek and kisses my forehead, "I love you lion cub," Tears fall from her eyes, until the slowly shut and she breathes her last breath.
"Momma!" I cry, holding her hand.
I watched it happen and pretended to lie dead in the blood of my own mother. The knife that he stabbed my mother brutally to death, was the knife that sliced my cheek up. He thought one strike was enough for a little boy as young, as I was, he truly believed that I did bleed out to death.