prologue
627 Words
"Luca, please don't leave me. You promised to stay with me, to fight for me. What's
changed? Please, I beg you, don't leave me," Mrs. Luca cried.
Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at her husband, pleading with him to
reconsider. But his expression was stony, his jaw set, and she knew he had made up his
mind.
"I'm sorry woman" he said, his voice cold and distant. "But that was then,I can't do this
anymore. everything has changed now, I'm leaving."Luca said hoarsely.
"Luca, please," Mrs. Luca begged, her voice cracking with emotion. "Things may have
changed, but our family needs you. I need you. Your daughter needs you. Your son needs
you. Please don't walk away from us."
She reached out and grasped her husband's leg, her grip tight and desperate. But he just
looked down at her with cold, unfeeling eyes. He didn't even try to pull away
"I have no children," Luca said, his voice like ice. "You're not my family. Let go of me."
But their daughter whose presence had not been known finally worked up the courage to
speak. "Please, Daddy, don't go. Mom loves you. We love you. We're your children. We're
your family." She sank to her knees, her eyes brimming with tears.
But Luca looked down at her, his face blank.
"Tell your mother to take her flirty hands off me," Luca growled at his daughter, his voice low
and threatening. "Or I'll do something nasty."
The little girl's face crumpled with fear, her body shaking as she struggled to keep her tears
at bay. She tried to reach out and grab her father's shirt, but his harsh tone stopped her in
her tracks.
"Don't you dare touch me!" Luca roared, his voice filled with rage. He pushed his wife away,
and when she still wouldn't let go, he slapped her hard across the face. The force of the blow
knocked her to the ground, dazed and hurt. Then, he turned on his daughter and started to
strike her.She let out a high-pitched scream, but it was no use. He kept hitting her until she fell
silent.Beaten and bruised, the little girl lay on the floor in a crumpled heap. Her mother sat
beside her, sobbing, clutching her daughter's hand. The house was silent, save for the sound
of their broken hearts.
Outside, the front door slammed shut as Luca left, never to return.
For what seemed like an eternity, they sat there, grieving.
The mother's tears fell like rain, wetting her daughter
"Mommy, I'm so sorry," the little girl sobbed. "I hate him! I hate Daddy! He hurt you, Mommy,
and he yelled at me. He said we're not his children."
The mother wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her close. "No, my darling, you
don't hate Daddy," the mother said, her voice soft and soothing. "He didn't mean what he
said. He was angry, and he said things he didn't mean. I know he'll come back and make
things right."
"But he hurt you, and he hurt me, too," the daughter cried, her voice quivering with rage. "I
WILL NEVER FORGIVE him FOR THAT!"her daughter added stanley
The mother drew her daughter closer and said, "Even though you're feeling so angry right
now, your heart is still pure and good."Your anger is justified, my sweet girl," the mother said.
"It's okay to feel this way, but we need to remember that even when we're angry, we have to
be careful of the words we use. They can't be taken back. You don't want to do anything
you'll regret, right?"
The daughter nodded, her tears beginning to slow. She felt calmer now, like the storm in her
heart was finally passing.
*BLEEDING HEART*
- Writer
