Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

screams of my mother. They did so many horrible things to her, Maddox…" I
cried softly, “They made my father watch while they—” I couldn’t bring
myself to say it. It hurt too much reminiscing.
“They slit her throat when they were done with her, then they stabbed my
father. Several times.”
I knew my words must have been familiar to him, because that's exactly
what I had told him and Adam when they interrogated me the day after the
murders. I knew I wouldn't be able to fake being sad over the crazy fucks that
were Jack and Marcella, so I had to put some truth in my words.
“Oracio took us. Said mama owed him for running away, and we were the
payment. We never saw Canada again.”
I could see this was a lot for him to take in.
It was a lot for me to say. I felt lightheaded, I just wanted to sleep.
“Did he— did he hurt you and Valentina?” I smiled sadly at his question.
“Only me. I would have died before I let him anywhere near my little
rose. Plus, we had a deal.” At his frown, I felt the urge to elaborate. Shame
warmed my stomach at what I was about to admit. “Our deal was simple. If I
didn’t fight him, he wouldn’t touch my sister.”
I saw him being confused for a second before it dawned on him. Blood
drained from his face as he stared in stunned silence for a few seconds.
“Fuck, Sofia, how old were you?”
“Thirteen.”
Internally, I cried for the little girl I had been. I cried for the fact that she
didn't get to grow up and have a normal childhood. I cried over the fact that
she had to learn of sacrificing herself before she ever saw someone sacrifice
themselves for her.