Aria Valentino the lost mafia princess. Kidnapped at 4 years old by her fathers best friend.
A beautiful, young, troubled soul dealing with the abuse of her "father". Little does she know as she grows to protect herself her life will change forever...
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MARCELLOS POV
I heard that man's name.
Angelo
I couldn't keep it together. To find out he abused my sister. He kidnapped my sister. He raped my sister.
I ran up to my room. I stopped at my door and decided to go to Arias room. I found Ello, her teddy bear I got her, and sat on the floor. Crying.
God why the hell are you crying you should be comforting your sister?
You're selfish
The door opening snapped me out of my thought. I looked up to see Ari starring at me as tears continued to stream down my face.
"I-I'm sorry I can go" I muttered as she came running up to me.
"Mar what's wrong?" She ignored what I had said and wiped my tears.
"I should be comforting you. Not the other way around" I told her
"No, none of that shit. If you need me I'm here whether I have my own shit or not." She scolded me.
I looked into her eyes. All I see is pain in them. "A-Ari" I broke down crying again.
She sat onto the floor with me and grabbed me. Pulling me into her, hugging me tightly.
She let me cry. She cried with me. We both needed to let everything out. We looked at each other and wiped each others tears. She got up and pulled me up with her. She led me to her bed and we layed down.
"Why are you crying orsacchiotto di peluche" ?(teddy bear) she said softly.
"Don't call me that" I furrowed my brows and laughed.
"I'll call you what I want" she scowled then smiled at me "now tell me why did you come to my room to cry"
I looked down closing my eyes "h-he used to do it to me too"
She hugged me tighter "what do you mean Marcello?"
"He umm h-he used to beat me and r-rape me" I choked out as tears began falling from my eyes.
"Oh mar I'm so sorry" she lifted my head up to look at her "it's not your fault you know that right?"
I nodded and asked her "you know it's not your fault either" she looked away for a moment then looked back
"It kind of is...he would beat and r-rape me because I looked like mom" I looked at her wide eyed.
"Don't you ever say it's your fault. Ever okay?" She nodded.
I then decided to ask "how old were you when h-he?"
She answer slowly "It was my 10th birthday when it started. He came home drunk and began yelling at me. Telling me I looked just like her and t-that's when h-" I cut her off.
