Cortello - D'Angelo

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𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝖦𝖡𝖳𝖰𝖨𝖠+ 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘚𝘪𝘹 - 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱

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"Adrian-"

My eyes snapped open when Avery said my name. I was not done with my rant so I just cut him off, "No, listen to me." I looked him dead in the eyes. "Me asustas." I started talking and I just couldn't stop myself because that was how my own brother made me feel. "Hay tantas cosas que haces que odio, pero estoy jodidamente asustado de decir algo porque no sé qué harías al respecto!" I guess I shouldn't have expected any different from my brothers since the monster was capable enough of laying his hands on me. "Odio que me asustes, pero no puedo evitarlo!" It scared me a bit to admit that because I had no idea what Avery's reaction was going to be but at the same time, I couldn't stop talking. "Y Avery, odio sentirme asustada porque me hace sentir débil." I hated that what I was saying affected me more than I liked it to when my throat started contstricting again. "No soy jodidamente débil y lo odio cuando la gente me hace sentir como lo soy, lo peor de todo tú, mi hermano." I whispered harshly. "Se supone que eres una de las personas a las que se suponía que debía acudir cuando estaba en problemas, pero no tengo ni idea de cómo confiar en ti." I shut my eyes tightly and leaned my head back against the headrest. "Cada maldita vez que me encuentro superando las cosas que hiciste y me encuentro dejando ir una pulgada de los sentimientos jodidos que causaste, haces algo que hace que todo el ciclo se repita de nuevo."

"You scare me."

"There are so many things you do that I hate, but I'm fucking scared to say something because I don't know what you would do about it."

"I hate that you make me scared, but I can't help it."

"And Avery, I hate feeling scared because it makes me feel weak."

"I'm not fucking weak and I hate it when people make me feel like I am, worst of all you, my brother."

"You're supposed to be one of the people I was supposed to turn to when I was in trouble, but I have no idea how to trust you."

"Every damn time I find myself getting over the things you did and I find myself letting go of an inch of the fucked up feelings you caused, you do something that makes the whole cycle repeat all over again."

My heart was hammering against my chest relentlessly, my breathing ragged and coming out in short pants. I swallowed harshly trying to swallow the lump in my throat and trying to get rid of the tears burning my eyes behind my closed eyelids.

I felt the liquid pooling out of my eyes and I rubbed my eyes, my hands feeling slightly wet after coming into contact with the salty tears and my eyes burned even more.