15 years ago, Amelie Russo gave birth to twin girls. The first girls in over 3 generations of Russo children.
However, the mafia is a dangerous world full of dangerous people. After a kidnapping when the twins were 5, only one twin remained. This wa...
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"Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is the one behind the gun" -Unknown
~Recap~
"But YOU, you did absolutely nothing wrong. There was nothing you could do. There never was. And I'm so sorry you were blamed. I'm so so sorry. If I could take all this pain from you, I would do it in a heartbeat. And I am so so sorry I left you when you needed me. I am so sorry you had to go through all of this alone. But it wasn't your fault. And I'll keep telling you that, every day, hell every second of every day if you need me to. I won't stop until you understand and believe it."
At this point I'm sobbing. Sobbing and wailing violently.
He brins my face to his chest, letting me cry into it. I clutch is shirt in my hands, not caring that I'm making it all wrinkled. He keeps one hand on the back of my head whilst the other rubs gentle circles onto my back whilst he gently shushes me and rocks me side to side. "It's okay. It's okay." He repeats.
I listen to his heartbeat as the tears begin to stop.
My eyes begin to droop once again, having everything taken out of me. Between the fight in the car, the panic attack and now this? There's not an ounce of energy left in me.
But before I can fall asleep, I manage to whisper out "I missed you"...
And with that, my mind goes blank as I fall into what I hope is a dreamless sleep.
~Now~ (Rocco's POV)
My heart beats fast in my chest, a weight like I've never felt before atop my chest, crushing my rib cage with such a force that I have trouble breathing.
I haven't witnessed my baby sister having a panic attack since her twin died seven years ago, and it always killed me to watch.
All of a sudden I can't breathe either. The air feels too thick and the room feels too warm.
Okay, okay think Rocco, think.
What's the first step? Five things you can see? Okay okay I can see Lila, a table, cutlery, a rug, and Sandro.
Okay four things that I can touch. Um... Breathe goddamit!
Okay okay. The table. The floor. The chair. The tablecloth.
I continue through the breathing trick until my breath is steadier.
"How often does she get... panic attacks?" I ask shakily.
Gio looks at me curiously, but I disregard his expression, staring only at Sandro.
His reply is quiet. "Her therapist says a couple a week, but she also said she thinks Lila is lying about how many she has." He says, gently stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb.
