Moon's POV
There stood a man at my door in his late 20s looking directly into my eyes.
"Moon" he said with voice laced with love
Who you bitch?
"Yes, and you are?" I asked him
"I am Luca, your brother" he replied with a smile
Bitch is looking so crispy. He's my brother??! Interesting. I was shocked a little bit but I kept a blank face nevertheless
"Oh, um hi" fuck what am I supposed to say?
"Won't you invite me inside your house?" he asked with a smile
"No" I said looking directly into his eyes "why are you here?" I asked bluntly. Sorry I can't be all sugary and sweet and if you got a problem with that you can leave. Thank you.
"I am here to take you, sorella. We will be going home" he said with a tone and expression that very hard for me to read.
Home? Home? HOME? A place I never had. A place I no more desire for.
See you are back with your attention seeking self. I suggest you go and hang yourself at this moment it will be really great. He'll not have to deal with your bullshit. Going all "Ahh I had a bad life, i am so sad blah blah" fucking pathetic
I ignored the voice inside my head. I need to distract myself. So I closed my fist digging my nails into my palm. The pain bringing ne back to the reality.
"Home?" I looked at the man in front of me with a very smile laced with taunt and sarcasm.
He looked at me with a hurt expression. Bitch please. The only person hurt here is me
Playing the victim again. You are so useless I swear
At this point it was becoming too much for me. I cannot handle those words. These voices know how to hurt. These voices know what buttons to push.
Fuck! I am these voices.
This is only thing I hate in my life. Losing control. I HAVE to go with him. I know no other place. I have no where to live.
"Where do you live?" I asked him
He chuckled lightly
Umm okay?
"Italy" he said with a smile
STOP smiling it 10 in the morning. Wait what?! Italy?! But what about my college
"I can't go to Italy, I have college here. I can't just drop out of my college" I said with a tinch of anxiety
"Don't worry, sorella. We will get you admitted in the best college of Italy and about your college I already informed them that you'll be moving to Italy."
"What?! Excuse me, sir but the last time I checked you were not in charge of me and how could you even do this without my permission?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I am about to burst my anger is on the 11th cloud at the moment
Luca's POV
Looking at her face she looks like a pressure cooker about to burst.
"Sorella" I said touching her cheek
She instantly stepped back
"Don't. Ever. And I repeat. Ever touch me. Again." she said with a voice so threatening that for a second I thought am talking to an angry Salvatore.
Maybe she is way to angry.
"Sorry sorella. I wasn't trying to control you or anything just that think rationally how will you continue college here if you will be living in Italy. And don't worry you'll be receiving the best education there. I promise you that." I tried to assure her
She just looked me and if looks could kill I would have died a thousand times by now.
She is so closed off. You cannot read it. She looks so distant. She made a fist and I could see her nails were digging into her palm. She dis it the second time
"Moon stop doing that you'll hurt yourself" she looked at me with surprised and that didn't last for more than 2 seconds.
"I'll bring my stuff and umm if you want you can come inside" she said with such awkwardness that it made me wanna laugh. My sister is cute.
I smiled at her and entered her house and she departed upstairs.
I looked around her house. The smell of cigarette mixed with beer and alcohol. Does Moon drink? And smoke? But she's so young? I was in my thoughts when she came down her her bagpack. That's it? THAT IS ALL SHE HAS?
I looked at her with raised eyebrows "that's all?" I asked her
"Yeah". Don't want say an extra word.
What caught my eye is that it is quite hot here and she is wearing full sleeves.
"aren't you hot?"
"no" again not a word more
"do you drink? Are these beer bottle yours?"
"no" she simply replied with a blank face
"shall we go" she asked. Again with a blank expression
"Can I take your bag?"
"no" and with that she walked out the house.
Ah can Maccini family handle two Salvatore or shall I say two Moon.
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General FictionMoon, 20 years old, living with her abusive uncle for as long as she can remember. Physical abuse is something she for once can deal with but mental abuse and pain is unbearable for her. One day she gets the new of her uncle's death accompanied by t...
