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Landon
Layla's embrace calmed me.
Everything about her brought me at peace.
She made me feel.
It was all new to me, the emotions.
I hadn't felt anything in years.
Flashback:
Le emozioni sono per I ragazzi
translation ; Emotions are for boys.
T ti rovinerà. renderti debole. senza valore.
translation ; It will ruin you. make you weak. worthless.
Sei debole.
Translation; You are weak.
Un uomo non esita.
Translation; A man does not hesitate
Sei un ragazzo o un uomo?
Translation; Are you a boy or a man?
I look up at my father as my gaze becomes hazy from the cuts and hits.
He walks up to me and kneels down to my level.
The blade comes into view as it slides across my cheek.
Rispondimi
Translation; Answer me.
I can just see the bastard turning in his grave.
Layla's head snuggled into me more, holding onto my arm that was wrapped around her shoulder.
The bell rang and Layla didn't make a move to get up.
I wrapped both arms around her waist pulling her up bridal style as she subconsciously wrapped her arms around my neck.
She slept peacefully in my arms as I walked us out the classroom doors.
I walked over to my car, students parted ways for me in the act.
"Angelo!"
I didn't bother looking to see who it was as I felt him near us.
I opened the door and placed Layla in the back.
I pulled the seatbelt over her and she snuggled herself into the seat.
I close the door and turn my attention to Andre.
I looked at him coldly as I waited for him to speak.
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Green & Grey
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