Diana Costello Brothers I

Beatrice Sartori It wasn't hard to notice that over time his cruelties got worse, pulling more and more of my body, this one was getting used to it, learning to deal with the pain, obeying his commands like a trained bitch as he likes to call it. The hardest thing is to recognize that at some point I saw us as a beautiful pair, even though it was too much even for a dream, I was stupid to love him. Everything was a lie and nothing I do is ever enough to appease the inexplicable fury and jealousy at his commands making the flames of his madness burn between us. Your smile, the caresses, and every declaration of love, everything is a lie. That's why I tried to close my eyes to escape, wanting to stay in the present even if it was painful. But in your absence, I am only able to suffer from the memories. The rough touch of her hands tore every part of the dress, leaving only the small lingerie, attracting the attention of her eyes, shining as if she were unwrapping a present. "Is that

Beatrice Costello My right ear asked for rest from the incessant sound and even with the pain I let the music take over, when you lose your mind do you feel free or alive?! It wasn't the time to hold back the pain, not when my demon needs to sing when my mind needs to feel the blood heating. I watched his eyes tremble, his breathing out of rhythm and the sweat on his forehead instigating the worst in me, something I never imagined would be possible as a distant dream coming true, now. I chose the dull-edged axe. I raised the axe, letting the blade catch on the bone of the ankle, making a swinging motion as if I were chopping wood, to draw it not from a piece of wood but from the bone, repeating the movement and seeing how his eyes They turned and looked down to see that I'd left only a stump in place, their growls reverberating around the room with isolation blending with the music. I dropped the ax on the table listening to a brief sigh of relief, although his look now carries a ch

Beatrice Costello My brothers were there for me, the first to speak was always Hunter "Need help with the cleanup?" - His look is careful, concerned. The green eyes analyzing every exposed part of me made anger fill the chiseled face with a square jaw and full mouth. The decision I made will affect all of us in one way or another, and this is your way of showing your support. “Just the garbage bag by the door. He turned and walked to the door taking the bag out of the house, we all silently watched the movement back and forth. Until he was standing next to the workbench again as if waiting for an order or a request. "Okay, what's the plan?" - Jack turned sideways sitting on the sofa now with his body turned towards us asking what was going through everyone's mind. The dark hair in contrast to our blond ones, the well-shaped face, with full lips and perfect teeth, the slightly crooked nose, and the usual sarcastic expression. "We need a story," Hunter replied without taking his

Beatrice Costello I feel like my head can weigh a ton so drugged the almost painful feeling of wanting to embrace the darkness again, I end up having terrible difficulty trying to open my eyes with my heavy and inert body. last week, your passionate kisses mixed with the taste of the cigar right after the beating, the firm and harsh words culminating in the abortion, the painful hunger for the blood of the only man I loved, and finally the pleasure of seeing his eyes widen in fear and become furious when he found out who his tormentor would be. The savory taste of our declarations of love was as sick as the way I arranged for his death, covering every one of the doubts and fears mixed with the confused feelings trapped in that cell called home, a sweet taste involving my tongue making the monster nourished for so many years finally breaks free, taking his place in the sun claiming ownership of this filthy soul I carry, wanting to expose his exploit to the world the way he wants more

Beatrice Costello And I would a thousand times prefer a life away from the family, free of Stefano, then continuing to pretend to be a happy and loving wife, just the thought made bile rise in my throat. I knew Bianca would know how to do a few things, so I put her to do what was most useful. A list of products we'd need living here, Frank looked relieved when my sister's frown lifted. With two buckets, a few bottles of bleach, and a broom, five hours later we were done cleaning up. Life granted me the clemency of having an old washing machine, but working in the small service area, the sofa would go to the trash anyway. I tried to understand what time it was and what day it was, two days off meant Wednesday. — It's Thursday morning already — Frank answered the silent thoughts — I'm going to take a shower first. He just warned and left towards the bedroom with the bathroom, Bianca finally seemed to have finished the list. There must have been an item saying 'buy a new apartment'.