*RAPE, GUNS, SLIGHT TORTURE*
Killian fiddled with his rings as he walked down the empty corridor, sighing to himself.
He could remember last week very vividly.
"Achilles." Wesley curtly nodded at the boy who glared at him.
"What do you want?" He gritted out, upset he was being forced to talk to the man.
"A little birdy told my you were planning on dumping your girlfriend; Lucia." He gave him a disapproving look.
"Not that it's any of your business" He stopped to shift his thigh when his scar started to pulse
"But yes, she's not exactly what I envision in a girlfriend." He said vaguely.
Both of the men knew Killian wasn't shallow when it came to partners.
As long as you had a great personality he didn't care about anything else.
The one thing he did look for was Vittoria.
"Oh, no no no. that won't do." He tutted shaking his head.
"Well I wasn't exactly asking for you damn permission." He retorted.
"Oh now I know that." He smirked "But we can't have you ruining our plans."
"What plan- Look man I don't care, i'm leaving." He stood up to leave only to topple over his own leg.
"Fuck." He whimpered clutching his leg to his chest.
"You know what happens when you defy me Achilles." He spoke loudly over his pained cries.
"Now, you either stay with Lucia or this will be worse." He informed him with a sneer.
"I c-can take a little bit of p-pain." He seethed.
"Oh I know you can. But can she?" Suddenly the large TV Screen lit up with an all too familiar location.
Vittoria was shown on the screen brushing her long hair and gliding around her room, the song "Kiss Me More" sounding.
"H-How-" "Thats an invasion of her privacy!" He grew angry despite the searing pain in his leg.
"No need for questions, little one. But if you want her pretty face to stay . . . well pretty you'd better keep your end of the deal."
"You and Lucia or no Vittoria." "Ever again."
He pressed a shoe to the tip of his thigh making Killian reel in pain, the live feed still playing on the large screen.
"Don't defy me, boy."
Killian's teary eyes wandered over to the screen, only finding the smallest source of happiness, as he watched her sing into her blood red brush.
Killian groaned as his head came into contact with the hard wall of the hospital.
"What the fuc-" He was cut off by a kiss being placed on his neck.
"Back the fuck off of me." He pushed the person away.
"Why baby? I was just getting started." Lucia purred dragging her nails down his clothed chest.
"Lucia get off of me." He spoke calmly despite his heat beat spiking rapidly.
"Come on Killian." She whined "Remember what Wesley said. This is what couples do." She smiled.
"I don't care." He tried to walk away but she pressed a gun to his lower abdomen.
He merely scoffed, but the gun slid higher and higher until it was in contact with his heart.
Now that was a problem.
"Don't defy me Killian." She glared.
"Y'know, i don't even know what you see in Victoria."
He rolled his eyes at her deliberately saying her name wrong.
"I'm way better." She bragged dragging her hand down to his crotch.
"Lucia, please, I swear i'll buy you anything you want, but just don't do this." He suddenly started begging, memories flashing in his brain.
"Relax, Killian, it'll all feel good in moment." She shrugged undoing his pants as heart lurched.
By the way it did not.
Killian sobbed afterward, his legs giving out as he slid down the wall.
He shakily buckled his belt. and ran his hands over the dark hickies forming on his neck.
He gulped down the lump in his throat as his ripped shirt allowed the cool air to graze and nip at his red skin.
"Fuck my life." He said resting his head against his knee, his tears smoothing along his cheek.
Vittoria grunted, peeling her eyes open.
She shook the sleep from her muddled brain as she lifted her hands to her face.
Vittoria looked over at the jacket in the corner before doing a double take.
"That was not there before." She muttered confusedly.
She sent a wary glance to her sleeping twin befor melvin got the corner.
She held the leather in her hand and flopped it over observing it the logo looked like a compass in the resemblance of a sun.
Her last name stood proudly on the last line of the stitching
(inspiration for the logo, but everything else is not there!)
She felt her brain spark at the logo, but she could place her finger on it.
She shook it and note fell out, landing on the tiles of the room.
She turned it over and looked at the card
"Mafia Ball, Be there, Be prepared."
-V.V
Vittoria folded the note and placed it in her pocket, then trying the jacket on.
It fit perfectly!
It had her initials on the chest part of it along with K.R.A
She didn't exactly know who's they were, but she had a pretty good guess.
Killian closed the door to his room, and stumbled about trying to not pass out.
He stepped into the shower and scrubbed his skin until it was raw.
Blood trickled into the drain from how many times he had tried to pick at his hickies as if they were scabs, and his hair stuck to his forehead.
He barely even needs a towel to dry himself since he stood and looked into his mirror for 35 minutes, disgusted by the boy staring back at him. As he put his shirt and pants on thoughts muddled his head.
You could've stopped it
It was your fault
Vittoria doesn't want damaged goods
She doesn't want you
It rung in his brain, making his ears ring as he opened the door to his bathroom, letting the steam billow out.
"Killian?" His parents asked, sitting on his bed.
"Shit!" He jumped, clutching his chest.
"Baby, are you okay?" Lyra softly asked touching his face, frowning when he flinched and shook his head.
"What's wrong?" She asked rubbing his back.
"C-Can you just hold me?" He timidly asked as his eyes watered again, not wanting to relive the day.
"Of course." She embraced him, looking over at her husband who hugged her waist.
They looked at each other with questioned filled glances, remembering how they held each other before he was born.
"Mom?" Alexio's raspy voice came from the door, as a giggly Adriana waved frantically.
"Group hug." Lyra mouthed motioning them over.
"Why is Killian crying?" Alexio frowned wiping the tears off his brothers face.
"We don't know honey." Dallas comforted him pulling him to his chest.
Adriana frowned as well poking his cheek, and looking at the wet tears on her fingers, honestly looking offended by the sadness on her brothers face.
"Otay?" She nudged his forehead with hers, picking his head up.
"I will be." He promised kissing her chubby cheek.
"Westy?" She tilted her head as the adults looked at her surprised.
"More or less." He vaguely answered causing his parents to grow slightly angry.
"I don't wike Westy." She huffed leaning on him.
"Me neither." The entire family chorused.
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so this was kinda an explanation chapter and we uncovered a new clue (ig?)
also writing that baby talk was the weirdest thing i've done today😐😑😐
also i mainly wrote this because i wanted to shine light on Killian's past trauma AND show that boys can get raped too
if you go back to chapter thirteen you will find the SA and R8PE hotline (to report anything!)
what was y'all favorite show as a child?
i loved thats so raven and tbh i watched criminal minds even when i was five.
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