The Harsh life

Chapter 33

He stands and makes his way over to us.

"Princess, you want this." He holds my hand.

He hurt you!

"I don't." I shake my head.

"You really hurt me." I cry.

"Let me see them." He tugs my sweatpants down to reveal the scars on my thighs.

His initials, hearts, my initials with his last name, his name, cuts.

"They're healing." He tells me and I shake my head. They seem to be.

"That doesn't matter, what matters is that you hurt me." I tell him.

"You did that? Is there more?" Matteo asks Angelo.

"No." I lie.

"Look all that matters here is that your sister is into some freaky stuff. Knife play, degradation, tying up, threesomes-"

"Shut up." Matteo says reaching behind him.

"Go wait up stairs." Matteo tells me.

"Princess come here and we'll talk." Angelo begs.

"Go upstairs." Matteo tells me.

I lean against the stairs and I just watch the situation play out.

"I love her." Angelo tells Matteo.

"Don't care." Matteo reaches under his hoodie.

"She's my twin sister, you're not taking her from me. You've hurt her and I'm not letting you anywhere near her again."  Matteo tells him.

"That will all change next week when your mom and dad pick a fight and she's upset and you're with friends." Angelo says.

"No because I'm going to take you as an option away." Matteo takes his gun out and shoots Angelo three times.

I rush over to Angelo who's bleeding out on the living room floor. There's blood on the sofa, blood on the walls, blood on the floor.

"Oh my god, Matteo." I gasp looking down at Angelo.

He reaches for me and lets out a scoff.

I hold his hand in one of my hands and then with my other hand I apply pressure to one of his wounds.

"No one will ever love you the way I did. You'll be alone for the rest of your life if you don't save me." I nod.

The tears are streaming out of my eyes hard and fast, I don't want to be alone.

His eyes close and I shake my head. I try CPR but it doesn't work.

"Matteo you have to help me save him." I choke looking back at Matteo.

He's stood looking down at Angelo with pure disgust.

"Angelo come on. Wake up please." I beg.

I put my head in his chest and cry, for the last time.

"Amara come on." Matteo tries to pull me away.

"No please." I hold onto Angelo, crying.

"Amara come on." Matteo sighs.

"We need to get him to a hospital." I tell Matteo. He shakes his head.

He presses his fingers to Angelo's wrist.

"He's dead." He announces.

"They can still save him!" I scream.