Excepting nothing.... It is a lesson that everyone must learn. Expectations are what leads to disappointment and heartbreak. Having expectations is what makes people break, what causes people to turn to their lowest points. But if you don't expect anything, you will never be let down. It is something I have learnt in the eight years, a survival tactic. But the world always seemed to be against that. Throwing me more challenges, the world knows I will never get up from. my family and Jace still have hope, they still have some expectations that we will all get out from here. Expecting that was their first mistake.
"How does it feel bitch!" A soldier screamed in my face. letting little balls of spit fall onto my face. I felt revolted. In myself, and for my family. My back was on full exposure to them. They had a full view of the whip connecting to my back.
"Go fuck yourself," I grunted. I was never going to show my weak side. I was never going to give in to them. Because that's how you die... when you show weakness, when you show your human.
You fall...
Tainted Hands.
Juan's point of view:
Running away was something I always thought about when I was little. Just to get away... I never wanted part of this world. No... I wanted a normal life. I wanted to grow in a simple home, in a nice neighbourhood with kids and weird friendly neighbours. I wanted to be able to have a girlfriend. Take her to the movies, go for late-night drives and open up to someone. I wanted to go to college and have a football scholarship. But no... Instead, I am driven to be a puppet. Mamma and papa said we all have a choice... no we don't. That is the biggest load of shit they have ever told us. If you are born into this world, no matter how old, what rank, what gender, you will always be a puppet.
And once, I tried. But every time I stepped foot out of the stupid mansion and into my car. I would see her; I would see them. I would see my little innocent vulnerable sister and my two brothers. It would remind me each time why I couldn't do it... they didn't notice, because no one would care. No one said they were worried or they wanted me to stay.
Only one person ever did...
"Where are you going?" I stopped in my tracks, clutching the car keys with my fist. I was pissed. No... I was enraged. I couldn't believe papa just asked that of us... He wanted us to marry some girl just for the mafia. Probably a snobbish, uptight bitch. But papa didn't care. He only cared about his rank and power. Diego and John didn't see it through. They were ready to throw their lives away. Give it away... Just for Papa, and the fucking mafia to be happy.
"Are you ok?" I looked into her eyes and I couldn't help but be jealous. She had no responsibility... Her life wasn't already made up for her like mine was...
"yeah, I am fine... now move," I grunted, trying to push past her but she stopped me. "Move." I spat more harshly.
"Where are you going?" she asked looking at me with her big doe hazel eyes. For the first time, I noticed she had bags under her eyes. She looked tired... no. she looked exhausted. With her big, bloodshot eyes. I need to stay. If not for them, then.... For her. I need to make sure papa doesn't do the shit he is doing to John. And if he did, it wouldn't just be me running away. I will take both of us.
"We need to save her," Diego whispered as we heard another dreadful sound of the whip crack on her back. I couldn't imagine how much pain she would be in. There was hardly any leftover flesh on her back. blood was everywhere, it was the most sickening thing I had ever seen. I have tortured and seen lots of people being tortured. But this was just sick... this wasn't a torture method this was just hell. It was inhuman, and what was worse was that she was my little baby sister.
Though she was not little... And it was hard to see her as my little sister.
"We need to get out of here... I can't handle another second of her screams." Vince groaned while running his fingers through his hair frustratedly. we were all hoping this was going to end soon. we all wanted a happy ending, we all needed one.
"Let her go!" Papa was still screaming. I don't think I have ever seen him so scared... Papa likes to be in control all the time and for the first time. He wasn't.
"Shut up! You're spoiling the show." The older guard smiled showing us his mouldy teeth. This place was hellish. Worse than any place I had ever seen. I couldn't help but wonder how on earth Angelina coped all these years.
"Oi boys that's enough!" the Tony guy ordered. The soldiers stopped instantly and for a moment I could hear all of us take a breath of relief. We were all struggling, Jace guy probably the most. He hadn't spoken word; he didn't even look like he was breathing. He was just staring deadly at the scene in front of him. Looking more deadly, more murderous than I have seen anyone ever look. "it's my turn now with little miss Princess."
The soldiers obeyed silently with each of them wearing a sinister smile as they left the room. "Now that they are gone, how about we resume where we left of last time." He chuckled... The thought of this happening more than once was torture. No one can and should go through this shit.... It was inhuman.
"Fuck you." She gritted. Although Sam and Ben groaned at her response and I could see my uncle's cringe. I couldn't help but be proud. If it was me or any one of us up there. We would have broken ages ago.
"With pleasure." He chuckled. His fist in seconds connected to her second making her instantly cough up blood. But he wasn't done, because he did it again. Then again, then he punched her face. she was gasping for air, but he wasn't stopping. His hands tightly wrapped around her throat and he quickly started squeezing. By now Jace was trying to break free from the wall. Apparently, he had now reached his breaking point, or he knew something we didn't.
But everything clicked on when he started to undo his belt and unzip his pants. "let's give them a real show, shall we?" we were holding the bars with might, hoping somehow, they will just disappear.
"No no no no no no." Enzo, uncles and papa were muttering while punching the bars. This couldn't happen. Surely these people aren't that cruel. Surely, they won't make her own family watch her be raped.
"No!" Faster than lightning, Angelina managed to punch him. And fast enough she was able to start landing her own punches.
She was fighting back.
Half chained tightly to a post she was now winning this fight. She wasn't leaving mercy. She was fighting with strength. The strength that none of us was worthy enough to possess. She was the sparrow, and it was shining through. Days ago, I feared the name, and all this time it had been my sister who I have been fearing.
"Get off me bitch." He gritted before pressing a button in his pocket. When the electricity shots went off, he stood up. Like the coward he is. He had no dignity, he had no morals.
"Stop." She cried. "P-PLEASE MAKE IT STOP." She screamed loudly. He didn't stop, he watched her for 5 more hellish minutes with a sick smile before he pressed the odd button again.
"Next time bitch, I will let you burn." He spat before kicking her harshly in the ribs. She was no longer holding up, no longer showing strength. Instead, she was in a ball, she was crying, she was hiding, and she was sad. She didn't make a crude comment as she did before, she said nothing.
"if we don't get her out of here..." Diego whispered quietly. Too scared to say something too loud or to say something wrong. "she will die." I put a hand over his shoulder with the same tears in my own eyes.
The Garcia and Moretti mafia was no longer strong, we were broken. Because the only strength we had all this time was breaking and there was nothing that we could do. But watch...
"we will all die."