Honoured with love
Chapter 06
Sixteen years of age...
Seven months pregnant...
"Hello?" My Celeste answers in a hushed tone.
I know it is risky to call her but I need to tell her the truth.
"Mio caro." The words come out in a pained manner. "I'm sorry," "
What is wrong Gio?" She asks concerned.
There is nothing but silence between us as she waits for me to answer.
"We are leaving the country," I mumble filled with shame.
"No. Are you serious?"
"Si, Papa said it is the only way to keep me out of jail."
"But. But.. What about our daughter? I thought you promised to take care of everything." Turmoil laced her precious voice.
"I failed. I am sorry." I growl over the phone.
"I will return for you both," I pledged.
"When Gio? In a month, a year?"
"I don't know." Anger surrounds me and I punch a hole in my bedroom wall.
Pain radiates around my knuckles causing me to spit lines of Italian curse words.
"My mother is becoming unbearable. She comes in to check on me every ten minutes. If she could, she would chain me to my bed like a prisoner. I don't know how long I can live like this." She breaks down crying over the phone.
"Merda! Celeste, you have to be strong. We NEED you to be strong." I start to pace the room trying to calm my nerves down.
out the front door and
house, straight towards Celestes room with Mrs Maddison hot on my heels pulling at my top, tearing it
"Celeste!" I roar.
the police. 111 now!" Mrs Madsison
She continues to pull on my
more beautiful then I could ever imagine. My eyes have starved for weeks without being able to feast on her. She's been locked away from big bad
take her by the hand and carefully lead her out of the house as fast as I can. We quickly walk towards my house, crashing through the front door. I double lock it knowing Mrs Maddison will send her husband over to retrieve my precious
out of the kitchen to
on Celeste, travelling down to her swelling belly. "Oh, Tesoro mio." Mama
scowls at me.
place my hand over my
sighs. "Go." She motions towards my room. "You don't have long." She looks through the peephole of the door and
up my leather jacket that's been thrown over my desk chair and wrap it around her. She
my hand in hers and places it
mia,"
daughter." I translate, gazing into
you to name our daughter." She places a hand on the side of my face, stroking her thumb
should be
papa named her and it had great
emotions into our kiss. Her arms snake around my neck, pulling me in closer. A husky growl vibrates off my
loud rapture of knocks at
to go
and a light sob erupts from
say comforting her.
there." Unshed tears threaten to
I was more of a man. I don't deserve you."
calls out from the other side of the door. "Gio, son.
to his beloved daughter. I feel sick, disgusted with anger as I slowly watch her step forward. Unexpectedly her mother
HER!" I roar
My father calls out.