Celeste's childhood wasn't something she loved talking about. It was filled with nothing but painful memories. Whether they were the ones from when her father, along with her brothers, left, or the ones from her mother's death and her stepfather's a...
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A DEAFENING ringing noise echoed loudly throughout the corners of the dulled basement and swiftly bounced against the surfaces of its walls before filling my strained ears. My breaths hitched within my throat on the impact as my whole body jerked up from the awkward position it had taken over the past day.
My feet moved before I could stop them and carried my body towards the stairs that stood alone in the far end of the basement. The creaking noises the stairs emitted once I moved against their surface got muffled along with the horrific yells that were originating from outside.
Their sounds blended and hung upon the air before they slowly sunk into my ears and travelled through my veins and towards my pacing heart. They fuelled the fear that had clutched onto it and forced every other emotion to lash out at it and to burden its beats with an unsettling, petrifying heaviness.
My knees pleaded for the permission to collapse beneath my body the further I moved, and all the power my limbs had previously shielded seemed to falter from my grip and to scatter across the floor beneath me. My right hand shook as it grasped tightly onto my abdomen, and my surroundings resumed to spin around as my head throbbed with pain.
My steps halted to an abrupt stop as soon as my blurred gaze took in the scene playing right before it. Shattered shards of glass littered each and every corner of the stained floor beneath my bare feet, a similar one to them being held a few inches away from Enzo's neck.
I blinked. Once and then twice. I swallowed harshly, my throat burning as I attempted to stop a dreadful scream from escaping it, before I blinked again. The fear tightened its grip around my heart, squeezing it so tightly and threatening to put an end to its rapid beats, once my mind got painfully struck with the realisation of what was happening.
Jack stood in front of Lorenzo, his intense gaze piercing right into my brother's frightened one, and his lips moving as different, muffled words passed through them. One of my stepfather's hands pinned Lorenzo's figure against the wall and the other one held a stained shard of glass to his skin, as though threatening him.
Lorenzo's hands shook as they slowly travelled upwards and attempted to reach for Jack's in order to pull them away from him. And his throat bobbed, his gaze refusing to leave the shard grasped within his father's hand.
"Please," he murmured, seconds later. His low voice wavered, fear etched onto the single word that had left his lips. "I– I swear I don't have it. It's not with me."
"Some good liar you've turned into." Jack's head moved from side to side as he shook it, and a mocking scoff left his lips. He brought the glass closer to Enzo's neck, making him wince on the impact. "It's pretty obvious why your mother left you, isn't it? I don't blame her. I would've left if I knew that my son would turn into a fucking liar. If I knew what kind of mistake I made by keeping you."
