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first kiss. I knew that I was being watched, but I just did it anyway. I leaned over and kissed my crush. A few seconds into the kiss, before it could turn into something more, I was wrenched from his embrace and thrown into my father’s office. I wish I could tell them that no matter how much they punish me I can’t help what triggers me. I will avoid the contact as to not be punis hed or learn to be more discreet to ensure I don’t get caugh t, but you cannot punish me for something that is the core of my personality .
I scream as searing pain radiates across my chest. The cigar burns hotter as it’s applied to a previous burn. The burn from yesterday when my father said he needed to burn the pansy accent out of my voice. There isn’t a cell in my body that doesn’ t need punished. I’m too French. I’m too much like my mother- not enough like Anthony Marconi- not anything like Anthony Marconi.
My small, pale body isn’t golden enough or brawny. I show no resemblance to the man that bought my mother’s virginity. I would hate him just for that, but not as much as I loathe my grandfather for it. The Italian father respects the French grandfather, but not the son. I’d love to burn the French out of that bastard. Maybe Bruno could help.
My body lulls in place, attached to the head that Tony grips in his fist. My mind disjoints from me and I no longer feel the pain of the burns. I lost count at twenty. The door slamming into the wall brings me into sharper focus.
My e yes roll up six feet and meet the light blue gaze of my Dad- not my douchebag spe rm donor- Devlin Conrick, the one who takes care of me .
    “Enough,” growls the deep timber of his voice.
“Fine, Conrick, take my bastard spawn. I’ll see you in two weeks. Don’t be late or I will get extra visitation, ” Tony warns.
“No, he will not be coming back to your abuse.” His voice is vehement, just as it has been bi-weekly since my birth. I would love to b elieve him, but we both know I’ ll be back until the bastard finally punishes the life out of me.
“You will bring my son back to me in two weeks or I will take action against everyone who resides at Kink. There is a lovely child who I can’t wait to get my hands on. It’s too bad that she isn’t mine unlike this freak.” He releases his hold on my hair when he hisses the word freak. I fall to the ground in a heap.
    Strong arms scoop me off the dirty floor and press me to his broad chest. I inhale his familiar scent- the scent of home. I sigh in relief as I replace it with the putrid scent of my burnt flesh combined with the cloying scent of tobacco.
“This will end one day- I promise. I t can’t last forever.” He sounds so sure as he strides out the office. The sounds of illegal gambling drown s out what he says next.
“I have to die sometime,” I whisper under my breath knowing he can’t hear me. “It will end with death.”
 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    I wake with the lingering effects of my memory. As always it sucks the life out of me. It makes me feel shame and regret. Hidden beneath the depress ion is my smug attitude that I’ m the one that lives, that my Mast er was avenged. I’m not sure I’ m stro ng enough to live with what I’ ve done for the sake of her vengeance.
I scrub my face against my pillow and brace myself for the pain that is coming. I lay on my stomach. I place my palms on the mattress and push. I suck in a pained breath as my rib protests my movement. I wish the memory would have stayed hidden. I a l way s thrash in my sleep when I remember. It’s not a wise thing when your body is broken. I silently count to three an d lunge from the bed.
“Mother F ucker!” I hiss. My hands find my side as I clench my teeth. If I hadn’t deserved it I would find Dexter and beat the living shit out of him. Who am I kidding, t hat would just result in a broken hand. I’m as weak as a baby. I’m pretty sure the