Page 10 of Her Overprotective Fiance

Maybe.

"No child should endure what you did."

No shit.

"Our brain tends to shut down when encountering something it cannot comprehend. But it will not do you good to fool yourself."

The briskness of her tone reminds me of how the Angel of Death speaks. Is it weird that I find this comforting as well?

"If you had been born in a different world, you would have all the time you needed to process what happened. But because our world is different, you can only take this one day to cry and let it all out. But come tomorrow, youmustmove forward."

I just keep staring at her.

What the hell is she talking about?

How can I cry when I can't even feel—-

"Your father was supposed to protect you."

My body jerks at her words.

"But instead he sees nothing wrong in entrusting you to the man who wished to violate you."

Stop.

"Your pain is supposed to be his pain, too."

STOP.

"But instead, he's the one who's hurting you the most."

"Shut up!"

I don't care if it's the height of stupidity to snap at the Queen of Boston's underworld.

"I'm sorry,bambina."

"Then shut up," I snarl out. "Why can't you just shut up?"

But instead she just keeps talking, damn her.

"It is never right for a child to be harmed by their own parent."

Damn her. Damn her. Damn her.

"You can cry if you wish."

She's too late in saying that. Can't she see I'm already a fucking mess?

"Or scream."

And now I'm screaming, too.

"Punch the walls if you think you need to."

Fuck yeah.

But as soon as I stand up, my knees crumble, and I fall to the carpet instead.

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