Ivory went out to go eat with Elio and I stayed back to catch up on the work I have missed. Well, that's what I told her.

As soon as I started to do that, my mind spiralled. That mission went as upside down as it could. I fucked failed as a mafia boss. Just like my dad used to always tell me I would.

And he fucking got away. My father got away. With helping in killing Bella. With killing my older sister. With killing my mother, his own wife.

I hate him so much. He's not getting away with this. Over my dead body.

I'm going to find him and I'm going to kill him. Scratch that- I'm going to torture him with the help of Kylo and when we are finally satisfied, I'll give him a slow painful death that he fucking deserves.

With one swift move, the bottle of alcohol I was holding smashed against the wall. Fuck this. Fuck him.

That was my mum. The person that would take care of me, help me go to sleep when I couldn't, taught me new stuff everyday, and made me the man who I am today. Most importantly, she was there for me when he'd beat me.

And my sister, Alessia. She was the only person that could make me laugh and smile. Gosh, she made me the best food even though I'd never admit it to her. I wish I had the chance to.

My head falls into my hands as I sit on the bed. Why me?

Why did I have to have the angry father, who shouted at every little thing? Why did I have to be the one he always took out his anger on?

Why couldn't I have a good family? A normal family? One where they'd laugh at the dinner table, watch movies together, be there for each other.

I just want my mum and sister back. I wish they could tell me everything was going to be alright, like they always did.

Fuck this. What am I thinking? I'm a man, I don't cry over shit like this. It's in the past, I gotta get over it.

A knock on my room door catches my attention. "I said don't fucking bother me!" I yell, not lifting my head. These stupid guards can't listen to a simple order?

The door opens and still, I choose not to look up. A soft, comforting voice catches my attention, "Kylian?"

"Ivory, get out," I mutter under my breath, just loud enough for her to hear. She can't see me like this. What would she think of me? Weak and pathetic.

"What's wrong, Kylian?" she asks, the worry evident in her tone. I don't reply but she takes steps closer and closer till she's right next to me. "Talk to me."

"No," I mumble, shaking my head. I can't. Because once I do, I think I won't be able to stop crying.

She sits down beside me and places her hands on either side of my head, forcing me to look at her.

I watch quietly as she scans my face, her worry quickly turns in confusion. "You've been through a lot, Kylian," she utters out. "Talk to me, please?"

"I can't," I somehow manage to say even with that tight feeling in my throat. Gosh, I hate that feeling.

She stares into my eyes deeply, her thumbs moving in a circular motion on my face. "You can. You can always talk to me." I can?

I gently grab her hands and place them on her lap. "Get out, Ivory. I don't want you seeing me like this," I admit.

This time, she looks at me with sadness in her eyes. "I'm not going to judge you if that's what you think, Kylian," she mutters. "You've been through a lot, you can't always pretend you're okay."

But I feel like I have to.

"It's my fault, Ivory," I practically force myself to say, the feeling in my throat getting worse. "I couldn't protect them."

"Look at me," she lifts my chin so my eyes meet hers. "Don't put the blame on yourself. You do that a lot, Kylian, but it's not always your fault. You're not always in the wrong."

After being blamed for every little thing for years, I'd never expect to hear this.

I try to swallow down the feeling in my throat but it just won't go away, and tears start to well up in my eyes. Fuck.

"I could have done something. I should have known," I mumble, trying my best to blink away the tears but it doesn't seem like it's working.

"No," she whispers, shaking her head. "Don't put this on you." Her voice, her words, bring a sort of comfort to me that I've never felt before.

"I miss them, Rory." Tears run down my face and she doesn't waste any time wiping them with her thumbs.

She rests my head on her shoulder and wraps her hands behind my neck. "It's okay, baby," she reassures softly. Baby.

More and more tears seem to escape my eyes. But... for some reason, I don't want to stop. After keeping this all in, I can't stop. I need this.

I need her.

One hand plays with my curls while the other slowly runs up and down my spine. "It's okay," she whispers once again.

"He's out there," I mutter, trying to pull away but she tightens her grip around me. "We'll find him, I promise," she reassures. Hopefully.

I wrap my arms around her, holding her as close to me as possible. I feel safe with her. It's weird, I've never felt this way before.

Tears and tears rush out, soaking her shirt but she doesn't seem to care one bit. She cares for me, I realise. Of course I knew she cared about me. But not like this.

"You shouldn't keep all your feelings in," she whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You can talk to me, Kylian. I promise you always can."

Those words brought a sense of comfort to me that I haven't felt in a while. She knew exactly what to do. Exactly what to say. This is what I've been needing.

"Thank you, Rory," I manage to whisper into her ear. She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, "For what, love? This is nothing."

Nothing but no one's ever helped me like this. It's everything to me.

It feels good to get this off of my chest. I never thought I could but she proved me wrong.

"I hate him, Rory. I hate him so much." Tears continue to run my down cheeks but at this point, I don't bother to wipe them away knowing they won't stop.

"He's a piece of shit, Kylian," she agrees. I slowly pull away, meeting her eyes to see that she's tearing up. What?

"But everyone compares me to him. They all say I'm exactly like him." I hate that. I hate when people compare me to my father, who didn't even act like a proper father to me.

"What?" she quietly lets out. "You're nothing like him. You know, you're the best man I know? You're so strong, Kylian. With all this you still manage to be strong, manage to put a smile on my face. You manage to run a whole mafia, for God's sake. You care for people, unlike him. He's a monster and you're the opposite."

Tears well up in my eyes as I listen to her speak, blurring my vision. I don't say anything but dig my face into her neck once again.

Hearing her say these words is like a boulder being lifted off my shoulders. The things she does to me.

I didn't want her to see me like this. I was taught being like this was weak and pathetic. But when it comes to her it's different. I can be vulnerable with her. I trust her.

I love her. I'm madly in love with her.

I feel safe with her. And happy. She's the best thing that's happened to me. She lit up my world, I swear she's special.



kylian is so real but poor babyyyyyy NAH DW HE GETTING HIS REVENGE FR

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