Charlotte was for sure going all out on Jas and on his wallet... it kind of felt like the revenge she so well deserved, the revenge for him leaving her alone, the revenge for not taking care of her, not calling, not talking, not playing with her, when he had promised to be there every single ti, promised to be the dad she deserved.
Not just that, but it was too obvious that she had trauma too, a kid who ca from one of the worst families, a child who had suffered from a young age, and if that wasn’t enough, she saw Jas getting shot up and, on a broader level, she had lost Rafael too. Even if they didn’t talk much, she knew who he was. They talked a bit, once even painted together... and just in a day he disappeared, and with him she realized that a piece of Jas had disappeared too.
The ’simple’ Jas changed that day... she knew it, she knew it from the mont she saw him in that state when he was in a coma. She knew that her so-called dad was not going to wake up the sa as he was before... she understood the weight of the loss of Rafael, oh, she understood it well
The way Erika cried all day, the way she whispered to Jas, Charlotte heard it, heard the pain, the vengeance, the anger in her voice, heard it all, saw what it ant to lose sobody, to lose your own child, but at the sa ti, she understood one more important thing... that family is called family for a reason.
Rafael died and with it caused Erika to be ruthless toward Jas. She could have abandoned him, but she didn’t. She was angry, she said things that a mother should never say to her child, but she never left his side. All the curses, all the whispers, but she never once let go of Jas’s hand. She was there all day long, gripping his hand, crying because he is family.
They are family.
That mont for Charlotte mattered so much, ant so much, seeing what it is really like, understanding the aning of it, understanding that Jas that day... saved her from death... sacrificed himself. She understood that Jas put her in that car with intent, with a will, to stop everybody who wanted to reach after her.
A child who should not know what death is, what rage and vengeance are, but she learned everything through seeing Erika grieve, seeing Hector walking up and down in anger, with wrath in his eyes, seeing Bella with words just staring at Jas, Ferucci who only showed up once and then disappeared into his own darkness... she understood it all.
That is... this is family.
And she learned sothing else too, quietly, without anyone ever telling her, without anyone sitting her down and explaining it in words a child could understand, she learned it just by watching, by breathing the sa air as them. That family was not gentle, not warm in the way stories told it, it was heavy, it was loud, it was built from blood and silence and people standing in front of each other when they should have stepped aside.
Family was Erika crying in rooms where she thought no one could hear her, and Hector clenching his fists continuously ready to fight, and Bella just with word staring at Jas without words.
And Jas... Jas never spoke about that day. He never explained why his eyes seed older than before, why he stood a little farther from Charlotte now, as if distance could protect her.
He just stayed
Charlotte understood then that love was not soft, not safe, not sothing that smiled at you. Sotis it was standing in front of death and letting it hit you instead. Sotis it was carrying the weight of everyone’s fear so they could keep breathing.
And that was why she never forgot that day. Not because she was scared, but because that was the day she learned what family truly ant, but in the sa way she learned sothing more... brutal. She learnt that if sobody takes sothing that is your everything, if sobody breaks you apart with that thing... what cos after it is wrath, it is vengeance, it is terror... it is the bloodlust to go and kill, to go and get that feeling satisfied.
The whispers of Erika, Hector’s anger, Bella’s silence... all of it had it in common, even the bodyguards outside, everybody who she saw had that in their eyes, and that sa atmosphere around them. To go and satisfy that feeling, to go and take what they have taken from them, and that’s why the underworld was in silence too, that’s why nobody moved, nobody dared to do anything... because everybody who knew about Jas knew too that... when he woke up... blood would flow on the streets.
And it did happen and that day stuck into her core, sothing she will always rember... that face of Jas, the eyes, his screams, his bloody hand as it struck the wall as he realized that they had died, that Rafael and Hans were gone... it will also remind her of the mory of not sadness, no, the mory of pure darkness.
Those hollow eyes, the anger, the breath, the voice that is broken yet powerful... the darkness, it is not fear, no, no, it is the type of feeling when you look at sobody and just know it instantly, know it that sobody got broken to the core, and in the sa ti you see the amount of danger he is... and it didn’t change since then, no, it more like beca more obvious to her.
The cane helping his movent is just the symbol of that darkness, just emitting it out, like a reminder how he got here, a reminder of the darkness that cald him... and the only one thing that this cute bomb could do to just push it down and look at him as dad... was to be a child and that’s it, simple, have the mont with him, to be with dad and nothing more.
Do not care about anything, past is the past, the future is future, but the only thing to experience is the present, and she was doing it, hurting and pushing Jas’ wallet into negative numbers.
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