Lovino layed up in his room tending to his new wounds his father gave him. He had come home late one night from a party his friend invited him to, but when he got home his father was waiting at the door and began yelling at him, abused him. Compared to the other beatings, this was the least painful and least fatal, like a slap on the wrist. Mr. Vargas had been drunk that night so his aims were off balanced, and he would stumble. No matter the state of his father, Lovino would just stand there and take his punishment. This all began 6 years ago when they were at a convienence store and there was a robbery, his mother was shot and his father blamed Lovino for not protecting her. The only person Lovino ever did fully trust was his brother, but even then Veneziano didn't know everything.
Knock Knock
"Fratello let me in!" His little brother said. "I'm busy, come back later." He heard the younger Italian sigh. "Okay, I'll come back later." Lovino didn't want Veneziano to see him in the state he was at the moment, all bruised and bloody. Once Lovino was finished he put on a long sleeved shirt and some sweat pants. It was hot that night but he'd have to bare with it, he couldn't risk someone seeing him like that. He layed down and stared at the wall, thinking about the times his mother was still alive, his father was a much better, more caring person then. Lovino began tearing up at the thought and only stopped crying when sleep took him.
Lovino woke up to someone banging in his door. "Open this damn door boy!" He got up once he figured out it was his father and quickly opened the door. "What took you so damn long!?" His father held up his hand and striked him, hitting his already bruised cheek, making it even more obvious to the naked eye. "Now get ready and head to school, Veneziano already left." And with that he walked away. The Italian returned to his room and got dressed, wondering how he was going to explain the bruising on his left cheek to others, especially his brother. He sighed then grabbed his bag and headed to school.
"Fratello! You ma-what happened to your cheek?" The younger Italian questioned. "I just tripped and fell, don't worry fratellino." The older boy forced a smile on his face, trying to convince the younger male. "Okay, you should be careful Lovino." Veneziano gave his brother a hug.
Ring ring
The Vargas brothers looked up. "Well you should get going, I'll see you later fratellino."
"Ciao Lovino." The male walked his way to class as well as Lovino.
~Time Skip~
Lovino waited outside of the school for his brother. "Ciao fratello." Lovino turned around. "Ready to go?"
"Sì." The Italian brothers walked home together. When they returned home their father was waiting for them. "Lovino, Veneziano, vieni qui." The brothers walked over to their father, awaiting for what he had to say. "I want both of you to get your stuff packed, we're moving in about 2 weeks." Both boys nodded and went upstairs and began packing.
~2 Weeks Later~
It was moving day. The Vargas family grabbed all their things and stuffed it in the moving truck. Lovino sat in the back of the car and listened to music, he wanted to get away for awhile, in his mind that is. Somewhere on the way he fell asleep. He awoke to his father shaking him. "Oiragazzo! Wake up, were here." Lovino got out of the car then helped the others move the stuff into the house. It was a big house, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room, kitchen, laundry room, a study, and a few extra rooms for whatever they were needed for; there was also a spacious backyard. Lovino, after helping the others carry everything in, moved his own belongings into his room. It was bigger than before, it had a walk-in bathroom, which he liked. Once he was done he sat on his unmade bed and stared into oblivion, his mind wandering.
Knock knock
Lovino was snapped out of lalaland and got up to answer the door. "Hey fratello!" Veneziano walked in and sat on his brother's bed. "He Venez, what do you want?" The younger Italian looked at his brother's room. "I just wanted to see if you needed help."
"No it's fine, I can do it myself."
"Are you sure? You haven't even started." Veneziano laughed. "Yes I'm sure monello! Now leave so I can get my stuff unpacked." He laughed, genuinely, and ruffled his fratellino's hair. "Tell me if you need help then Lovino." The older Italian began setting up his room. He looked at the clock and noticed it was getting late and decided to call it a night. Lovino got undressed and caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, covered in old and faded bruises. He quickly changed into clothes that would cover his whole body. He never wants Veneziano to find out, he doesn't want to ruin his fratellino's view of their father. He crawled into his bed and stared at the ceiling until he fell asleep.
Italiano ~
Vieni qui - Come here
Ragazzo - Boy
Monello - Brat