A Drug Lord as my Father

•Diecinueve•

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<<<Vivian's P.O.V>>>

I went to the room and turned the shower on. A bath would be relaxing ,but it takes longer and I really want to burn that dress.

The maids had brought in some special soap they use to get blood stains out of clothes or clean anything that has had blood on it. I guess this family gets blood on a lot of stuff.

Once the shower was warm enough I entered. But as soon as the warm liquid hit my face. Everything replayed back like a video in my head.

BANG!

The blood splattering to the tile of the bathroom floor. The tile of the shower isn't even similar to the one of the bathroom. But all of that made the horrible memory replay in my head. It's getting harder to breathe. Suddenly I'm on the floor of the shower crying my eyes out.

A few minutes later I managed to get out of the shower and change. I quickly brushed my hair. I'm still crying nonstop. I can't stop crying. I rush out of the bathroom ,my eyes are flooded with tears and I couldn't see much. I mostly saw blurry figures. I suddenly hit something hard.

"Are you okay?" Asked a familiar deep voice.

"L-Leo?" I ask rubbing my eyes to clear my vision.

"Hey," He says sincerely.

He then wipes my tears away with his hands. And pulls me into a hug.

I didn't even dry my hair properly and my back is soaking wet ,but he still hugs me.

I start to calm down and he sits me on the bed. He walks into the bathroom with a dry towel. He then puts it over my head and moves it to dry my hair. I don't know why ,but I feel very childish.

"There," He says and then walks to the closet and gets a shirt ,but this shirt is bigger than any of my shirts. He hands it to me turns around covering his eyes with his hand.

"W-what are you doing?" I ask holding the big shirt in my hand.

"Change, I'm not going to look," He says.

"Why such a big shirt?" I ask.

"Because none of your shirts look comfortable or warm enough for you." He says still covering his eyes. He such a dork.

I change into the shirt and take my soaked shirt off. I'm guessing this shirt is his ,because it smells like him ,but it's not like I would know what he smells like.

He smells really good. I don't know how to describe his scent ,but he smells really good.

"Ok ,I'm done." I say taking my soaked shirt and throw it in the dirty laundry basket.

"Do you still want to burn that dress?" He asks.

"Of course." I say.

He then walks to the closet and gets two hoodies ,one black the other yellow, and a grey beanie. He puts the beanie on my head and adjusts it. I feel like a damn baby.