A New Type of Mafia Love

Chapter 44C

Oscar's POV:

"Pass me the violin behind you" I told Marcy and he did

"Why are there so many instruments here" I asked

"Our mother would play while we read or else we'd act crazy" he chuckled

"I didn't know char could play"

"She can't"

"Sorry" he shrugged

I played Canon in D my favorite song

Vince watched in awe as I played. It felt good to open up to him and I'm glad he finally heard me play.

Halfway through the song my hand tensed up and I couldn't play anymore

"Fuck" I dropped the violin as my hand began to throb and spasm. It hurt like a bitch but I was more angry than anything

"Shit are you okay" Vince asked sounding scared

"It's fine just wait it out" I gritted through my teeth

The pain was unbearable but I knew it would pass

"Are you sure it's bending weird"

"I'm fine this just happens to me"

After about 15 minutes it passed. My hand was numb and stiff

"See it's all better now" I smiled

"How often does this happen" I just shrugged

"Tomorrow we're going to the doctor"

"No! I know what's wrong and it can't be helped"

"Well I want to know what's wrong"

"When I was 13 my family let me back home. Only because Penelope wanted me to audition for a really preppy and expensive performing art school. She had me practicing nonstop but I didn't mind because secretly I was happy she was spending time with me.

Eve was mad because I was back and getting attention so she planted lot of gay porno magazines under my bed and filled my closet with tons of gay porn dvds. She told my dad and he beat my ass again. He assumed I jerked off with my right hand so he slammed the door on my wrist. We went to the hospital and after X-ray they saw it wasn't fractured or broken just terrible injured.

My mom continued to make me practice but it was extra hard because I couldn't feel much, it was extra stiff, it would spasm and shake. They took me back to the doctor and they realized my nerves, ligaments, and tendons were damaged. I would need surgery, physical therapy, and or I would lose feeling and movement in my right hand permanently.

My father refused to spend money on me and instead chose to pray for me. While he did that my mother was extra hard on me. She made me practice twice as hard and as long. Contrary to the doctor I was able to play and write. I could honestly use it normally but whenever I would play the string instruments for too long it would tense up and hurt"

"You weren't playing that long"

"But I played the guitar for a while and I've been fighting" he nodded but I'm sure he was just waiting until afterwards to blow up

"The day of the audition my mother made me play before hand. Even though she knew how sensitive my hand was she didn't care. I went and played the piece perfectly but at the very end my hand stopped cooperating. I screamed in pain and cried.

The old lady in charged asked if I was okay and I nodded. I knew I didn't land the a spot and it mad me furious. I dreamed of becoming a famous composer and they took that from me

Flashback

"You did this to me! This is your fault" I yelled at my mother

"Child it's no one but your fault for your performance. Show some respect" the headmistress said

"No her and her husband broke my hand 3 times and fractured it 4" they gasped

"But my hand still worked then it just hurt to play but I didn't care. As long as I could play I had a chance to get away from you. Then 2 months ago her husband slammed the door on my wrist which caused that spasm you saw. Then they refused to let my hand rest, pay for the surgery, or the physical therapy. Now I'll probably lose all mobility in my hand because of her"

"Oscar enough let's go. Your father will deal with you at home" she grabbed my wrist hard and yanked me

I let out a blood curling scream

"PLEASE YOURE HURTING ME" I begged

"Let go of him ma'am" someone spoke

"Child are you telling the truth" a kind blonde women approached me

"Yes look" I took off my shirt and the room let out another round of gasps

"How could you do this to this poor child" she asked my mother disgusted

"He's a little lying fag" she yelled

"My sister constantly lies about me so I get in trouble and all they do is beat me" I told the women

"Someone call the police"

End flashback

"Wait they got arrested" Marcy asked

"No they had friends in high places so they determined that I'd stay at the gay camp where I had friends instead of going to an orphanage"

"That's bullshit"

" I know after two more years of abuse I made a break for it. Once I left I never looked back. I already knew English so it wasn't too hard to navigate around here. I took my ged got into street fighting and racing to make money then I met you. The End"

"Did you ever get the surgery" he asked

"Does it look like I got the surgery" I pointed at my shaking hand

"Well first thing tomorrow we're fixing your wrist"

"No, I'm scared what if it's too late or the surgery doesn't work. I'd rather lose it later on than now. I've come to terms with it"

"I don't care! I'll pay for the best. You can't convince me other wise it's enough you didn't tell me" he growled

"Whatever can we go down and get ice for my hand" he nodded and we went to the kitchen

Vincenzo's POV

It's been a week since I threw those fuckers in my torture room. Oscar is getting his surgery next month. Wyatt talks to the priest regularly and talks to us more.

I go down to the basement to visit his family

"Just let us go" his whore sister asks

"Don't worry I am. I called my baby sister who's in charge of the human trafficking scene for the Russian mafia and she found space for you at her brothel in Russia. They'll pick you up today and start training you to be a proper whore but I doubt you'll have trouble with that" I smirked

"No you can't do that" she yelled

"I can and I did. As for you two, you'll be tortured and murdered" I left them crying and screaming

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