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CHAPTER (11):⚅Fairy Tales⚄

Marc



She didn't sleep, even though everyone else did. She kept shifting positions, never staying still. If I had to guess, something was bothering her. I open my eyes, the darkness surrounded the room. I could only see a little bit of her face. "What's wrong?" I finally decided to ask.

She turns to me, pushing her hair away. I felt my breath hitch. She looks so beautiful. "I can't sleep." She says. "Never really been able to since I woke up."

I lift myself up, leaning against the headboard as I turn on the light. "What's bothering you?"

She sighs. "Nothing." She says.

I frown, knowing she was lying. "Your lying angioletto, you know I hate when you lie to me," I say truthfully. She could lie to anyone she wanted too, just not me. I'd never lie to her.

"I'm not lying Marc, I just don't wanna talk about it." She says lowly. "You always wanna pick a fight over something so small."

I sigh, looking down at my hands. "Great now she's mad at me," I say in my head. "I'm sorry angioletto, I didn't mean to make you mad or anything." I apologize. "I just wanted to know what was keeping you up."

"No, don't apologize. If anything I'm the one that should be sorry." She says. It felt like she had a double meaning to that.

"Why should you be sorry?"

Kelly ignores my question. "Can you hold me?" She asks lowly.

"Of course baby." I pull her towards me, wrapping my arms around her waist. The smell of her coconut conditioner invades my nose. "I've missed you like crazy," I admit.

"I've missed you too." She says. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did." She hits my arm, causing me to laugh. "I'm kidding, yes you can ask me a question," I smirk. "Well, another question."

She glares at me playfully. "I hate when you do that." Her finger starts to trace over my face, causing me to groan. I've missed her touch. "What was it like being in there?" She asks. I feel my lungs close up, and my hand starts to shake. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

I shake my head. "No, it's okay." I clear my throat. "It was like being trapped in a cage, twenty-four seven. You don't get to eat what you want, in fact, you hardly get to eat. There's no sunlight or fresh air. No freedom and most importantly, no you." I say. "There was this guy named ragazzone. He was the one that cause the accident and the one to run the prison." I pause for a minute, looking at her face. She didn't say anything, but her eyes did. She looked like she was going to cry. "Don't start crying angioletto. You know I hate to see you cry."

She sniffles. "I can't help it." She starts to tear up. "Marc I have to tell you something." She says. I look over at her worriedly. "You have to promise you won't hate me."

I frown. "Baby I could never hate you."

She shakes her head, crying. "No your gonna hate me."

"I'm not Kelly, I swear it," I say truthfully. Does she think that low of me? "Tell me what's wrong and I'll fix it."

She looks anywhere but my face, before she starts to speak. "He came to the hospital just after midnight this morning. He killed three people, before..."

"Before what?" I asked, confused. "Who are you talking about Kelly?"

"Ragazzone." She answers. "He came to my room, threatening me. He said if I didn't give him what he wanted... he'd paralyze Dani. And I didn't want that to happen..."

"So you gave him what he wanted." I finished. I look at her, holding her face in my hands. "What did you give him?" I ask, hoping that it wasn't what I thought. I could feel my blood itching.

"I'm sorry." She sobs. I let go of her face, feeling anger course through my body. My head began to hurt. "Please don't be mad, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She says crying.

I look at her in disbelief, my eyes starting to water. I pull her into a hug. "No baby, don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault." I say, trying to calm her. "None of this is your fault. Don't ever think like that Kelly." She wraps her arms around my neck, as I cradle her in my arms. We cry together. "I'm... I'm gonna fix this angioletto." I stutter. "I swear I will. He'll never hurt you again." I meant every word. I'd kill Raymond before he ever got a chance to touch Kelly again.

"He... He said that he wanted me to carry his seed." She cries. "That... I'd come crawling to him."

I grab her face, making her look at me. "That will never happen Kelly. I'll kill him before he has the chance too."

She sniffles. "Do you hate me?"

"No Kelly, I don't hate you," I say. It wasn't her fault that this happened. It was Ragazzone's. He's the one that I hate. "I love you so much."

"I love you too Marc." She says. Kelly stops crying after a couple of minutes. Her breathing is steady and her eyes are closed, but she wasn't asleep yet. I kiss her hand, as she rubs my chest through my shirt. She lays in between my legs, while I lean against the wall. I wish we could stay like this forever.

"Mommy." A small voice says as the door opens. Dani walks in a little, her little bear in her hands.

Kelly lifts her head up. "Yes, baby."

Dani looks down at the ground. "Can I sleep with you?" She asks shyly.

Kelly sends her a small smile. "Of course baby girl." She says. I push Kelly a little making room for Dani. Lifting the sheets up, I wave for her to come. She jumps on the bed, before laying in the middle of Kelly and me.

"Comfortable?" I ask Dani. She nods happily. "Good." Kelly and I hold hands as our arms drape over Dani's small body. It doesn't take long for both of them to fall asleep. I yawn trying my best not to sleep. There was no point in sleeping when I had a beautiful view in front of me. I could watch them sleep for forever, and never get tired of it. The both of them looked so peaceful.

"My girls," I say, before drifting off to sleep.



I woke up to a headache. It began slowly, then developed into pain radiating around my entire head. I glance at the clock, seeing that it was only two in the morning. I sigh heavily, realizing I only got five hours of sleep. Getting out of bed, I walk to the kitchen to get some water. I take a glass cup from out the counter and fill it up with some water. Putting it to my lips, I drink the water.

"You do know it's your fault this happened?" A voice says, causing me to drop the glass cup. Shards of glass, scatter on the floor.

I look up, panicked. "You're not real," I say to Leo's dead body. He still had the gunshot wound to his head, signaling where Kelly shot him.

"We've been over this already figlio." He says, walking towards me. "Now let's talk about how Raymond fucked your girl."

My fist ball up, as I start to get angry. My headache worsens. "Shut up Leo! Get out of my head!"

He chuckles humorously. "No, that wouldn't be fun." He says. "Marc you could have killed him plenty of times, yet you didn't." He inches forward. "It's your fault he touched Kelly and you know it."

"Shut up!"

"What kind of man can't protect his girl?" He taunts. "I'm starting to think your not a man at all."

I couldn't take it anymore. I slam his body against the refrigerator and hold a knife up to his throat. "Stop fuckin talking, or I'll slit your throat right now."

Leo laughs. "You know what son, I'm starting to think that Kelly wasn't raped." He says. "For all, we know she probably fucked Raymond to get back at you."

I groan at the pain of my headache. Sweat drips from my face. I shake my head. "Kelly wouldn't do that. She has no reason to get back at me."

Leo smirks. "You sure about that? You're the reason why she can't walk. Your slow self couldn't get her out the car fast enough."

"Shut up!" I yell, loudly.

"Marc?" Kelly calls, turning on the lights. She's in her wheelchair, while her robe is wrapped around her body. "What's going on? Who are you talking too?" Her eyes fall to my hands. "Why do you have a knife in your hands."

I gulp, breathing fast. I close my eyes and open them again. Leo is not here, he's nowhere in sight. "I'm... I'm not talking to anyone. Everything's fine." I feel a ping in my heart, realizing that I just lied to her. "I was just putting the knife back in the drawer."

She looks at me worriedly. "Alright." She says, still not convinced. "Hurry up, so you can come back to bed."

"Okay," I respond, averting my eyes somewhere else. She leaves the kitchen, and I sigh heavily. There is something wrong with me and I need to get help.

Fast.

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