The Mafia Sacrifice

28

Starr Marie

There I seen my uncles head in the box. My fucking 'Uncles' head!

Or whoever the hell the guy is... I don't know but it was him.

I felt sick to my stomach. Not only was this guy inherently disgusting on the inside— but he was also disgusting on the outside.

Blood rolled down the corner of his ice-cold red eyes as they were planted open. The look of terror was placed on his face — building the thought that he was extremely scared before he died.

I mean who wouldn't?

There were dark-purple bruises decorated onto his face. The beard he once had was missing spots, along with dried up blood in the areas where his bearded hairs previously were.

Cuts were corruptly visible in various areas within the space on his face. Deep cuts, thin cuts— all were stationed as his head sat there.

The place where his head was so-evilly cut off, contained a clean cut. I didn't understand how blood wasn't still pouring out. The box they sent was white, yet it was perfect as if there was nothing far wicked sitting amongst it.

This was cruel. Antonio was nothing but an imposter— a murderer, liar, disloyal piece of shit. Sick to my stomach that one who I seen as my everything could be so evil.

I felt the need to throw up. The need to cry. The need to sleep.

And so I did.

I drop the box on the floor, as both Damon and O rush to my side.

This was the man that once called me his niece— I called him uncle. The guy who raped me. The guy who sexually abused a child, a little girl, me.

Most people would think that wishing death upon him was what I needed to do or what I should do, but I'd never wanted death upon anyone. I didn't want anyone to die. I just wanted them to find the right path. And the right path was not on his side — in fact, it was against it.

Maybe it's what he deserved— I just don't want to be the reason upon so many deaths.

Who's next? Issac? Orlando? Damon? Me?

"Starr, I told you not to touc—," Before he could finish his sentence, I vomit inside the box. All of my breakfast from this morning lie upon the box. It was upmost the most painful thing I've experienced.

There were chatters coming from every direction. I felt my head spinning causing me to loose balance as a whole. I couldn't stand up straight— until O grabbed my arm helping me gain my balance.

The chattering continued, only this time they were more noticeable. They immediately stopped once Damon cleared his throat looking around the room.
I look up around the room feeling eyes burn into my skin while I stand there like a complete idiot.

"Amore," Is all Damon had to say when I painfully walked out of the room with tears that were threatening to fall out my eyes. Every time I was on the verge of breaking down, my tears felt as if they were prisoners trying to escape from hell.

I heard Damon voice as I ran from the scene. It was much of a blur but it was deep and demanding.

Tears become more intense. I held them in until I was out of sight, waiting for the elevator door to open. Two familiar hands rub my back as I stand there crying while the metal doors stand before me.

I had no words to say, all I felt like I needed to do was let out all the pain I've been feeling my whole life. Deep down, I wanted to grow from all of the pain the people who was supposed to be my 'family' afflicted on me. But part of me felt like I had to experience that just because they were or are 'family'.

Feeling lost was majority of my emotion, but feeling alone taunted me every single day. I felt like I got lost in a path and once I find someone, I loose someone else feeling alone once again. With all of this, embarrassment was always there to push me down farther. It always felt as if I was digging a hole for my grave.

It felt as if it was happening to me at this very second.

Last thing I remember before falling asleep was Damon holding me telling me that I was okay and that he's here for me.

And I wish I could believe him. I want to, but my life is suddenly crumbling in front of me while I stand there watching everything I thought was mine... leave me in the dust.

I was being left behind as others were finding new paths. I was alone, lost, embarrassed, but most of all sad.

And I felt as though I could not be saved because all the people who try to save me die to those who I thought were my family.

The saying, 'Blood is thicker than water', somehow lost it meaning in my agenda.

Damon King

Amore laid next to me so helplessly once again. The slight movements as her shoulders move up and down. The way her breathing is normal without stress or pain being present.

She was there, and I so fucking loved every second of it.

All the small times we shared together made me realize how much I want her around. She made me feel happy. A emotion many people don't have the chance of seeing. I have a small chance to feel human when I'm with her.

It's sad because we were both broken. She made me feel like my broken pieces were capable of being fixed. All I want is for hers to be fixed. She's the light the world so desperately needs— wants. And if they can't have her, they become angry, hungry, frustrated with the loss of something, someone so valuable.

I made it a promise to protect her, and I will do whatever it takes.

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Starr defense mechanism is sleeping and running away, that doesn't always help the situation.

It was her 'uncle'... will she grow from this?

Will more people get hurt?

A/ Thank you for reading chapter 28. See you in the next chapter <3

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