I've always wondered what it felt like growing up in a non toxic house.Is it as good as all the telenovelas I watch emphasise it?Are the daughters of the family loved and taken care of?or is it all just made up fantasy portrayed to entertain people?
"Stop yelling the kids are sleeping."Mother says trying to calm father down in his drunken state
Her voice reminds me that I'll never know what it feels like to wake up in a normal household.It's normal for father to come back home in a drunken state.Usually Antonio and Luca and at home when fathers drunk to protect mother,but today they had urgent work to attend to,leaving mother defenceless.
Father laughs cheekily minutes before a loud thug came from across the living room to my bedroom.I quickly rose from my laying position,running towards the door,tripping on some clothes on the floor as I made my way towards the living room.I couldn't believe what I saw upon reaching the living room.
There father was on top of mother with his left hand around her throat and his right hand slapping her continuously as she silently cried below him.
"Pa-papa"I struggled saying as warm tears began streaming down my cheeks.
"Rosalina go back to your room amore"Mother says with pleading eyes but I remained where I was.I didn't move.I couldn't.I wouldn't leave mother in such a state.How can she allow father to do this to her?
"ROSALINA GO!!"Mother yelled through her tears as fear was visible in her eyes.I began moving my head side to side.
"N-no."I said taking steps towards them.Papa quickly got of mother and stormed out the house,minutes after Luca and Antonio returned.
They looked between mother and I,fuming anger was visible in their eyes but despite that Luca went to help mother while Antonio hugged me tightly stroking my hair
"P-papa was on top of mamma h-hit-"I tried saying but constantly got choked by my own tears.
"Shuush I know"Antonio says kissing my forehead as he began reassuring everything was gonna be fine.
Everything wasn't gonna be fine.I hate when they take me as a kid.I'm turning 18 for gods sake.I know father has been beating mother for a long time now and that they've constantly trying to hide it away from me.
I know.
Everything's not 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦
Antonio Martinez
"Hurry up Antonio,it's already late and your making us more late!"Brother Luca scolded me as I struggled to lock up the restaurant.We got an urgent call from one of our employees saying that something was wrong in the restaurant,thus Brother Luca and I rushed here.
"I'm trying but this shit is hard as fuck."I responded finally being able to lock up "Got it!!" I cheered trying towards the car,where I found Brother Luca impatiently waiting.
As soon as I hoped in the car,Brother Luca began driving,speeding as in fact.I don't blame him the Rodriguez family weren't known to be slow drivers.We like fast and furious drivers and yes we never get caught.
Once we reached home,Brother Luca parked the car in the garage,killed the engine and exited the car and I followed shortly behind him.Before we could even open the door,Father stormed out the house drank and once we fully entered the house there we found mother laying on couch,her clothes torn and crying but she wasn't alone.
Isabêlla was there.
Shit.
Words can't express my anger levels right now,but despite that I went to Isabêlla's crying body hugging her tightly whilst stroking her hair gently.
"P-papa was on top of mamma h-hit-"she stammered saying between her cries.She shouldn't have seen this.
"Shuush I know"I said silencing her in attempt to make her think everything was gonna be fine,even though it clearly wasn't.
She's not suppose to see this.
She shouldn't have.
Rosaline Isabêlla
I was awoken by the sun rays beaming brightly and harshly towards my face;I roll in the bed as I groan and turn to the left side of the bed to check the time.
12:30pm
Holy shit.How long have I been asleep for?I slowly sit up as I let a little yawn out and stretch myself.I got out of made,making sure I made it,didn't wanna hear mamma scolding for an unmade bed like every so often.
I made my way towards the bathroom and did my daily bathroom routine.I exited the bathroom and walked towards my closet and changed into a black Nike short with a black oversized hoodie with white Nike socks and black sneakers.I quickly ran towards the cabinet where I unplugged my charging phone and grabbed my AirPods and with that I ran out my room,downstairs to the kitchen to find everyone sitter happily there.
I wore a bright smile on my face as I entered the kitchen but as quick as that smile was on my face the quicker it disappeared as I laid my eyes on him.
Father.
Suddenly all of last nights incidents came flushing at me;Fathers brutal aggression towards Mamma. Brother Luca and Antonio must of seen my facial expression because they then removed Mariana and Diego from the kitchen into the lounge,before returning back with serious looks on their faces.
"Pappa"Brother Luca called him out and he shot his head up towards me.No sense of remorse or guilt was visible on his face.
Just pride.
"What!"He snapped at Brother Luca,and Brother Antonio held him back for the sudden outburst he may have caused.
"Watch your tone Mr Rodriguez"Brother Luca says with his jaw clenched and his neck vein popping out.Father lowered his head at my direction before he began speaking.
"I'm sorry for what happened last night Isabêlla,it won't happen again."He promised
But it didn't happen.
He did it every single day.
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