Our Powerful Family

Deep Scars

Max’s POV: 

Evangeline. Leo. Kelsey. Markus. I love them. It took a lot for me to not cry out watching them break. I saw Eva crying out for Leo. Because she loves him and thinks he doesn’t give a s**t about her. Girl, if only you knew that boy is clearly head over heels for you. Leo was having a Eva-related experience and it was breaking him. Dammit, why is this happening?!

Watching Kelsey’s soul break as she sobbed was probably the hardest thing in the world. She is too innocently sweet for this world... except maybe for the blood she has on her hands from the past. Once she finally fought back and got revenge. Her dark side is scary. That’s what Mercy said. And I definitely agree. It was like she was possessed. 

And then Markus. Yes, the asshole leaves constantly, but who can blame him? He’s still technically just a kid. I’m 26, so I don’t really have that good of an excuse for my attitude. I’m just a crazed wolverine b***h. My eyes land on Mahto. Please don’t let him be next... I’m insane but I still have feelings.

Of course, I can’t give in. I have to stay strong. No one will hurt me like he did. The past I want to bury keeps coming to the surface and I hate it. I want to stomp on it, scream and shout until its too scared to come near me again. But it doesn’t leave. Why won’t it just go?! I can’t take this! Everyday of my life is torment because I can’t forget!

I’m struggling, trying to get to Markus who looks weak. I’m pissed because I know what he was shown. The only thing that could be worse than death for him. The only thing that was able to make him so weak. The evil b***h showed him Kelsey dying. I could hear him screaming her name. It was horrible to listen to. To hear the heartbreak and be powerless to help. 

Then I slowly started to lose my vision. I thought I was going bling before I was suddenly in a house. The vines were gone and I moved forward, searching for a clue of where I am. If felt familiar... I was on the second story of a house. The stairs were next to me and I put my hands on the wood railing. That’s when I noticed it. I was looking down the stairs and my eyes caught on my belly. 

My eyes widened. Oh s**t. But the last time I was this big... was when I was with him. I heard the floor boards creak and I slowly turned around to see Ty. He was a tall guy, that’s something that always scared me about him. He may not have looked strong but I was a timid seventeen year old. Ty’s eyes are darkened a few shades from the normal green as he looks at my stomach. This was the day. 

He stepped closer to me, his messy brown hair was matted time his forehead with sweat. His tan skin glistening with the boiling water I had thrown on him in an attempt to save my unborn child from him. But it was like he couldn’t feel the pain, even though I noticed some spots where the flesh had burned completely off. 

I knew I wasn’t going to make it. I knew I was going to fail and lose her again. But I had to try. Maybe I could bring her back. Save her this time. But I wouldn’t be able to. I turned and ran down the stairs as f*****g fast as possible. My heart is racing as I caress my large belly. Aurora Ceausescu. That was going to be her name. 

I ran past the room we had decorated for her. All pink and a little bit of black mixed in too. But I don’t want to remember that. I want to get away. To protect Aurora. But of course he catches me. He always does. Ty wraps his arms around me, forcing my back against his chest as I struggle to get out. I’m screaming, I know I am. I was that day too. 

Then I feel the sharp sting of the blade cutting me. I scream louder as he cuts me. But I don’t care about myself. Maybe he didn’t get deep enough to the baby. I remember thinking that. Hoping that I would be damaged more than my little Aurora.

But then I feel a pain like no other. He stabs my stomach and I scream so loud I hear glass shatter, but I don’t care. My baby. My little girl. She’s being killed and I can’t do anything to stop it. Mahto and the others don’t realize that I have scars deeper than I let on. Mercy saved me from that life. But that didn’t heal the scars of losing the thing that meant the most to me. My baby. My Aurora.