Still Antonio's POV...
"Go get the she devil if she wants to watch," Gil told me.
"I'm sure she'll want to watch."
It was about 8 o'clock now. Kiku and Yue went back home, but left Gil that scary movie he wanted so badly. Truthfully I don't like scary movies. Why? Cause everyone dies in it. Split up?! I mean that is the most illogical thing to do in a situation like that!
Anyways, the movie was called, what was it? Oh, yeah "The Ring" or something like that. It was supposed to be really good and scary. I didn't really want to watch it. Truthfully I just wanted to sleep. Maybe I can sneak out before he started the movie.
I reached the bedroom and reached for the doorknob. I froze when I heard a voice.
"What do you mean you're confused?" That was Jeanne's voice.
"I don't know. My chest and my hands. I can't describe it..." Chiara?
"You like him!"
"What?! No I don't!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
I took my hand away from the doorknob and rested it on my chest. She likes...someone...but...who?
Jeanne's POV Betcha you didn't see that POV coming...
"I know! You like him!"
"What?! No I don't!"
"Yes!"
"No!" She hugged the pillow she was holding tighter.
"Is someone outside?" I asked looking at the door.
She looked up at me in shock. "T-They d-didn't hear d-did they?" she stuttered out.
"I don't know. Let me see who it is." I got off the bed and went to the door.
"Oh Antonio, what did you need?" I asked leaning against the door frame.
"Oh, um. We were going to start watching the movie, do you guys want to watch as well?"
I looked toward Chiara and she furiously shook her head no.
"Chiara doesn't want to, I think I'm going to stay up here with her."
"Okay, if you change your mind, we'll be in the living room." The tone in his voice, it's sadder than usual. He must have heard something. I closed the door as he walked away.
I looked at Chiara. Her head was hung down. I sighed and walked to the bed, sitting down in front of her.
"Hey."
She shot her head up and came face to face with me.
"I think...I think he might have heard."
"Really? Then why was the bastard sad looking."
"I don't he heard the part with his name."
"So.."
"He thinks you like someone else."
"And?"
"I don't know, I don't know," I said, shaking my head. "I know you two are perfect for each other though."
"Let him think that."
"What?" I was shocked. Didn't she like him?
"I don't need someone doting over me all the time. I don't need it...I don't need it...I...I can't love..." She was forcing herself to say this. The strain in her voice gives it away.
I grabbed her shoulders and made her look at me in the eyes.
"I don't believe that! Everyone should have someone who understands them the most! The one who can love them for who they are! Someone who will love them for all eternity! And everyone has the ability to love someone!"
Tears started rolling down her face as hiccups started to take over her.
"Ah! I'm sorry. Was I too harsh?"
"N-No...i-it's..i-it's j-just t-that h-he will n-never lo-love me fo-for who I am..." she stammered out, creating more tears as they rolled down her face.
"And why is that?" I loosened my grip on her shoulders a little so I wouldn't hurt her.
She sniffled and looked at me with large watery eyes. "Do you want to know?" she whispered.
"Tell me everything."
"Where do I start then..."
Third Person POV
A little girl. A girl of only 5 years. Holding hands with her mother. Her mother was Angelica Marta Rossi Vargas. Wife of Marco Lorenzo Vargas.
Angelica gripped her daughter's hand and kept a hand over her pregnant stomach. Only 28 weeks along, just found out that they were having a boy.
They stood in front of large double doors.
"Roma, are you reading to tell Papa that you are going to have a younger brother?"
They young girl looked up and smiled. "Of course Mama!"
Angelica smiled back and opened the doors to a bedroom.
A man was sitting upright in the bed reading a book. Once he noticed the two ladies walk in he set the book down on the nightstand nearby and held his arms open for his daughter. The young girl ran right into his arms wrapping her arms around his neck.
Angelica walked over with a gentle smile on her face.
"Don't hurt Papa, he's not feeling well Roma. Now what do you want to tell Papa?"
Angelica sat on the bed next to Marco, putting Roma on her lap.
"Mama is going to have a boy!" Marco's face lit up with joy.
"Really?! I can't wait."
"Me neither Marco."
The couple planted a light kiss on each other's lips and on their daughter's head, making her giggle in delight.
...
~3 Years Later~
"Come on Feliciano! Mama and Papa are waiting!"
"Ve~ wait up for me sorella!" A young boy ran after his elder sister who was waiting for him with a smile.
She grabbed his hand and walked through the garden. It was a beautiful day. The usual summer skies and not to mention a young boy's birthday. Which was June the 17th.
"Mama! Papa!" The young boy let go of his sister's hand and ran up to the adults watching from the back porch.
"Feli!" Marco bent down and scooped up his son, showering him with kisses. "Ah. Already three years old. Time sure passes by fast."
"Yes they do. I mean look how big our daughter is!"
"Yeah, yeah. Feli come on I have presents for you! I'm sure you'll love them!" He walked into the large house leaving behind his wife and daughter.
Roma tugged on her mother's dress.
"Hm? What is it Roma?"
"Does Papa not love me anymore?"
"What are you talking about? Of course he loves you!"
"Then why does Feliciano get presents on his birthday and I don't."
"Feliciano is younger and you are older, he thinks you are mature enough to not need any gifts."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive." In reality, she never was sure about that.
...
~2 Years Later~
"Will she live?"
"We don't know sir. All we can do is wait. The impact definitely created quite a bit of damage to her body. Even if she lived, she might never walk properly or talk. Now if you would excuse me, I have another patient to attend to."
The doctor walked away leaving a family in shock.
Her husband, Roma as she mother loved to call her, Feliciano, and poor little Marcello.
Roma was shaking as Feliciano tried to calm her down.
"Sorella. Mama will be okay. I know it!"
"It was my fault. All of it. All of it. She saved me, but now she could die.."
"Don't think like that! I know she will live! She will! Because...because she is our Mama and won't ever leave us..."
"It's all your fault...It's all your fault! If only you were never born! She would never be in this situation! You damned daughter! No, you are not my daughter. I don't know you...ha...I don't know you..."
Jeanne's POV
"By the time I was thirteen...he started...doing stuff to me...horrible stuff...he...he...he...took away my innocence..."
"I can't believe that. He blames the death of his wife on you...not to mention..."
I can't believe a father would do this to their own child. Their own child!
"Damn it!"
"What? Jeanne!?"
"I can't believe a father would do something like that to his daughter! I just can't believe it..."
"Jeanne...the worst part was...when I was fourteen...I became pregnant..." Pregnant...?!
"What?"
"I never did have the child. I miscarried. But the thing was. That unborn child was my will to live. I managed to keep it secret from him, but his beatings got worse. And...and...I just lost the baby..."
"Oh my god..." I held up my hands to my mouth. "He should be in jail.."
"Well I'm out of that slaughter house, it's fine now, but I still get nightmares..." I grabbed her and hugged her closely.
"No teenage girl should have ever gone through that. Chiara. I'm so sorry, but I can't take any of this away. But." I held her out at arm's length. "But we can help you. You don't need to go through this alone. You have me. Matilda. Gilbert. Kiku. Yue. Francis. Alice. And Antonio. I know we can make all of this better."
"Jeanne...can you sleep with me? I don't think I'll be able to sleep well now.."
"It's understandable. You remembered all of that, it's bound to happen. I'll be here don't worry Chiara. I will always be here."
"But the thing is..."
"Hm?"
"I don't even know where my mother is buried.."
"You...don't.."
She shook her head sadly and fiddled with her hands.
"I remembered he mentioned something about burying her in her hometown, but I don't know where that is."
"I'll do some research. I'm sure there has to be something."
She gave me a soft smile and sprawled out on the bed.
"Give me some room here." I lied down next to her and stared up at the ceiling.
"Jeanne?"
I looked toward her and saw a hint of red on her cheeks.
"Thanks for listening." She turned around to face the wall. "I feel a bit better telling someone, but please. Please don't tell anyone. Matilda and Alice are fine, but anyone else. No. Not yet."
"I understand. Now get under the covers or else you'll catch a cold."
"You sound like a mother."
"Well I plan on being one."
And when I am a mother, no one is laying a finger on my daughters. Or else I will personally make their lives hell.
Like I will for Chiara's father.
Holy shiz. Two chapters within 2 hours. I am really on a roll here! HOLY COW!
And you found out about Chiara's Past here. Sad yes I know. But for one thing! We got something going on between Chiara and Antonio! Well kind of...deal with it!
Of course no one could have done anything for the previous chapter since this is just updated with in a span of 2 hours. Yes, from 11 pm to 1 am. I was working on this for you guys!
Please review as they make me happy to see that someone is reading this. *bows deeply*
Next chapter hopefully Wednesday, latest should be Thursday.
Now I gotta update and sleep before I pass out. x_x