Lucreica Amora Montesinos.
She grew up in Birmingham together with her parents and best friends.
Her parents were lovely and caring persons, always watching out for their daughter, until her mother died.
Her father grew rather overprotective, but n...
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ARTHUR, TOMMYANDJOHNSHELBY were now 2 years fighting for their country. It was said it wouldn't be that long, but everyone was proven wrong. Right now, they were sitting at a small table with water and a piece of bread in front of them. It was their time to rest for the day and to read their mail.
Tommy, the second oldest, played with his food as his thoughts were swirling through his head, running wild. He missed his blonde girl dearly and couldn't wait to see her again. The Shelby wrote to her every time he could and as he wanted to, he received many letters from her. Until three months from now on, the letters stopped. Yet, he put all his effort in these letters, telling her how he is and everything else. Not once did he mention the lack of her responses. Maybe she just forgot him?
"Oi, aunt Polly wrote me.", John exclaimed, his mouth stuffed with bread as he opened the letter.
Arthur and Tommy both leaned forward since neither of the two received a letter. One of them excited and the other one more than sad, because of this one blonde girl.
The youngest Shelby boy read the letter carefully, smiling at aunt antics, until he got to this one paragraph. He chocked on his own spit, looking at the letter with wide eyes as he held it with shaky hands.
"What is it?", Tommy asked, looking at his brother concerned.
John met his eyes and Tommy instantly recognized his gaze as fear and worry, which made him frown. Arthur glanced between them two, slightly confused.
"What is it?", Tommy repeated now louder and his voice stern. What could have happened?
John passed him his letter as he looked down on the table, trying to not let his worries overcome him. God, he couldn't believe what was written in it.
Tommy ripped the letter out of his hands and began reading it. His eyebrows were furrowed while reading, until he read the same paragraph John did. It felt like his world perished.
The brunette Shelby felt like he couldn't breath as he took in deep breaths, trying to calm down. His heart was aching as he leant forward, his arms on his knees. This all couldn't be happening, no, no, that wasn't real. It was all just one of his nightmares.
"She is lying.", he muttered to himself as he clenched his jaw at the thought of someone harming his girl.
Arthur, who now read the letter, couldn't believe it and wanted to go crazy right now, but his younger brother needed more help. So he and John stood up, trying to talk to Tommy.
Yet everything they said or mentioned went unheard as there was this unfamiliar ringing inside his head. She couldn't be hurt or unprotected. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. How could he let that happen? He punched against the table as he went through his hair, trying to calm down.
"Oi that's enough Tommy, calm down.", Arthur said sternly, hiding his worry he felt for the girl, who is like his sister and for his younger brother, who is acting out.
"How could I let this happen?", Tommy muttered, his hands gripping on his hair as he tried to confirm everything.
John pulled him up from the seat and shook his shoulders rather harshly as he demanded,"I need you to calm down Tommy and think.Was there someone in business who always despised her?"
After not getting an answer, John shoved him away hard,"Fucking think, brother.My fucking little sister is at sake."
Tommy's head snapped to John's as he stared at him furiously,"You think I don't care?"
"I know you do, but this ain't helping us. At all."
"You know I wouldn't let this happen, John.", Tommy said in rage, stepping closer to his brother with glaring eyes.
His younger brother was now glaring too as he stepped closer, their chests touching,"But it did happen. And now fucking think."
The middle oldest Shelby brother sighed, stepping back and tried to remember, until he shook his head,"Everyone adored her John, even in fucking business."
A heartache is a whole-body response, from the stress systems to the heart and brain function. We are born to make loving bonds and to suffer when they break. This is nature's way of teaching us to stay loyal, to stay in love, and it is brutal by biological and evolutionary necessity. Some try to avoid it through casual love, yet then they miss out on the kind of bonds that keep society functioning and well. To love is a risk and so, if another takes that step with you, they are serious and placing their heart in your onwards care.
Yet it was another type of heartache, not knowing where the girl he loves was.
It will ruin him.
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