Devils Revenge

~Chapter Twenty-Two~

But then it started getting harder to control and shape. I was growing impatient with myself.

And then it collapsed. I stared at the clay for a moment.

Then anger began to bubble inside me. I grabbed the wheel and flipped it over. I lifted the bucket beside me and threw it onto the floor, water spilling.

"Vince open the door now," I heard one of my brothers call.

"FUCK OFF," I roared.

"Vince, open the fucking door before I break it down," Mylo hissed. I ignored him and continued throwing my shit around. I could hear footsteps moving around and knocking on the door.

"Vincenzo I swear if you have any broken bones or cuts, ill kill you," Isaiah threatened. I looked around the room, my eyes drifting upon the damage I had caused. I had my sharper pottery tools placed on the shelf. It was tempting, I was tempted to get back into my old habits. 

And temptation won.

I walked towards to the wall and grabbed one of the sharp tools. I put it to my palm and went to cut.

I wanted to feel anything other than mental pain. I wanted to feel anything but that.

But then I thought of her. I thought of her and how she would kiss the scars on my hands after I came back from a mission.

And I just couldn't do it again. There was no way I could it without feeling so disappointed and disgusted in myself. I couldn't do it knowing that she may be watching over me and I couldn't do it knowing my sister and mother would cry like the did last time I did it.

So I threw it.

I threw it at the balcony windows, making the glass crack. I was breathing heavily, my hands fisted in anger.

"Vincenzo, figilo. It's me. Can I come in?" I recognised this voice as my father's.

"Go away," I mumbled.

"figilo, I know you are upset with me and your mama, but please open the door. Im worried for you," He said softly.

"I want to be alone," I retorted.

"Vincenzo, please," my father sighed. I stopped answering at this point. The door began to shake from its hinges and the wood began to chip off.

I watched as the hinges snapped from the door, it falling to the ground.

My father and brothers stood there with blank expressions.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Vincenzo?" Mylo hissed while looking around the room. I turned away from all of them and went over to the balcony. I stared at the crack window as they began to talk over each other.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU," Isaiah shouted. I didn't answer. I felt a hand grab my shoulder and forcefully turned me around.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU," Mylo yelled angrily. I rolled my eyes at him.

And then he punched me.

I stumbled back a little upon impact. I stared straight at him then grabbed his shirt. I went to punch him when someone grabbed my hand.

My father stood to the side of me, holding my wrist tightly.

"Don't hit him back," he told me. I fought the grip he had on my wrist but he wouldn't let go.

"Be the better person," he said. I stared at him, angry.

"Get out them out before I hit them both," I hissed. He nodded lightly at my brothers but they stayed in their places.