Massimo’s PoV I stormed into my room, fists clenched at the horrid memories that flashed in my head. My room was dimly lit by the compound lights through the windows, which had blinds neatly packed to the side.A lump sat in my throat, clawing at my walls. I went to my fridge, pulling out a cold bottle of water. Taking off the lid, I pushed back my head and drank half of it.Wiping my mouth with my free hand, I stared into nothingness, thinking of how mother–I groaned as I felt a pang of pain in my heart. I clenched my fists, locking my jaw with a thumping heart. I tried to forget about that night. I tried to bury it and never return to that room, but there I was, suddenly ten again, standing in front of a trail of blood.My eyes snapped shut with the hope of shoving the memories away. The bottle crunched in between my fingers, making a crackling sound as water gushed out of it, down my hand.The image was clear in my head. There the blood was, pooling around–No! “Forget it or ris
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