Iris

•*Chapter 13*•

"Una mattina, mi sono alzato , o bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao, una mattina, mi sono alzato, e ho travato l'invasor." he sang. "Iris, my love, I won't always be here to protect you. I won't always be here to tuck you in or kiss you goodnight. But regardless, I want you to always remember that I will always hold a place in your heart. As you will in mine. Understood weirdo?" he finished smirking at his 6 year old daughter.
"Understood dummy." his daughter retaliated before bursting into a fit of laughter. "I love you papa."

"And I love you, my little gumdrop."

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I R I S

I stared at the blood on my arms and in the floor deciding its time to clean up. But as I get up I'm knocked back down by a wave of fatigue due to the blood loss.

Come on Iris.

I wait a few seconds before I finally gather the strength to get up. But as I do,

knock, knock, knock.
Shit.

"Iris! Honey you need to come down and eat." screamed Emilio.

Emilio never waits on permission to come in.

I grab the box of razors and try my best to get to the bathroom, but once again lady luck fucking hates me so I end up on the floor due to the spinning of my bedroom.

"Iris! Come on!" he called again. But it was useless. My body won't allow me to. I let out a loud whimper.

"I know babe, but you have to eat." he answers pleadingly.

No. You really don't know.

"I'm coming in!" he screams before turning the knob.

I'm so sorry Emilio.

He comes in and opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. I stare him dead in the eyes and watch as they move around the room, putting the pieces together. From the open box of razors on the floor beside me, to the blood stains in front of me, to the deep cuts on my left arm and finally back to my eyes. But he doesn't scream at me or tell me that I'm crazy like I expected him to. Instead he lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head somberly.

"Iris, amore." he said in disbelief. I think I saw tears welling up in his eyes.

I tried to keep a blank face, I really did, but the broken look on his face sent me into an overdrive of emotions and I couldn't help but choke out a sob. I was tired. My legs hurt, my arms hurt and looking at Emilio hurt me in even more ways than I could imagine.

He sighed once more in pure disbelief and held his hand out to me.

"I can't Emmy!" I cried before I saw a tear roll down his cheek. But then a watery smile broke out.

"Emmy?" he said between sniffles. "What was that babe?" he laughs. And I couldn't help but laugh with him. It's like he just knows  what to say. And I'm growing on him and my other bitch brothers. But Emilio and Luca, my faves by far.

Emilio sat in front of me on the floor, with tears still running down his face. I instinctively put my head down because as usual I was intimidated. I couldn't make eye contact with him much less talk to him while doing so. That was basically suicide for me.

Well then.

But before my thoughts could go on a rampage once more, I felt my head being lifted by a gentle but firm grip.

"Hey, look at me Iris. You are strong and so brave! Your probably the glue that holds us all together, despite the short period of time we've known each other because you're our sister. Our gorgeous sister that we'd give our life for. MY gorgeous sister that I'd give my life for. But I can't live without you. Please babe! You have to keep going. And I know that you've been through more than I can possibly imagine but I also know that you will never have to face anything by yourself ever again. So please! Promise me that you will never do anything remotely close to this. Please! Because if I lost you, I don't know how I would live. I love you Iris! I love you so fucking much! Ok? And don't ever doubt that for a second because your the best sister I could ever ask for." Emilio said now full on crying. Me along with him.

"Emmy!" I cried out. "I'm so sorry!" I've literally never apologized to anybody ever in my entire life and meant it. But Emilio made me feel something I haven't felt in a really long time.

Loved.

"It's okay baby. I know." he comforted me and pulled me in for a hug. He placed butterfly kisses on my head and stroked my back, lulling me to sleep. And I guess he realized.

"Get some rest babe." he said, then lift me up and placed me back gently on my bed.

"Emmy?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

"I love you too."

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I crawled in beside her and placed a kiss on her forehead. I just laid there and held her because the thought of her killing herself makes an uncomfortable shiver course through my body. I can't believe that we were so fucking naive! As her big brothers shit like this shouldn't get pass us.

I wiped my eyes, grabbed her wrist and took a picture of it. Then I kissed her sleeping head once more and got up, exiting her room. I then ran down the stairs in order to get to my brothers in the dining room.

As I barged in Luca spoke.

"Em, where is she?" he questioned, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

Not the time Emmy!

Emmy.

Oh right, Iris.

"She's sleeping. She's gonna need bandages, alcohol and painkillers when she wakes up though." I explained. That seems to have caught my other three brother's attention as their heads shot up simultaneously.

"What the hell would she need those for." My twin snapped aggressively. I sighed deeply about to explain before Alejandro cut me off.

"Her wrists. She needs them for her wrists." he said looking directly at me, as if waiting for confirmation, which I gave him with a slight nod. I then took out my phone and went on the picture, then placed my phone on the table so my brother's could see her bloody and bruised wrist.

Lorenzo took in a sharp breath, then let out a shaky exhale. Mateo clenched his jaw in anger and then stormed out the front door, slamming it behind him. Luca got up saying he would go get the first aid kit. Alejandro just stared at my phone. And for the first time, I saw his eyes sink with sadness.

"The nurse said she saw some faded ones when she was in the hospital. This isn't the first." he said then looked at me. "And this isn't your fault. She's going through a rough patch and we can't force her out of it. We can just promise her that we'll be going through it with her. Together." he finished. I smiled at my normally cold brother. He's a man in charge and that earns him a lot of respect, but underneath that cold exterior, is a man that would go to hell and back for his family.

"Now go eat, you skinny fuck. You look malnourished and your Italian. The combination is highly unbelievable." he said smirking before walking by and ruffling my hair.

It would be okay. It's not my fault.

A/n:
Wagwaan Marshmallows!!!!!🇯🇲❤️ Sorry I just wanted to greet you guys differently but it just sounds so cringeworthy!!!!🤣 In jamaica though when you say it, it just sounds so natural. Anyways my deepest, most sincere apologies for updating so so late. As usual dance and what not. So I've decided to make it up to you by updating once more on Wednesday/Thursday. That chapter will be out by 12:00 a.m Thursday morning. So have fun reading this chapter.

See ya Marshmallows! ❤️