Chapter 311: He Raped Me!

Chapter 311: He Raped Me!

Abigail

“Small?” Rodrigo said as if he had just been shot in the chest and it hurt to breathe. I saw the tears welling up in his eyes as he broke eye contact to look at the door where James had just walked in. Then he looked back at his brother and swallowed hard.

“You think you are leaving me in the hands of our father, one of the people that despised me the most is something small? You think all the beating I received, the misery I fucking lived thr and the shit I have seen is small?”

Capo clenched his jaw but didn't say a word as Rodrigo continued pointing at James.

“You think seeing him every weekend was fun? No,” he shook his head, wiping his eyes.

“It wasn't, brother. It wasn't fun at all.”

“What are you talking about, Rodrigo?” Capo asked.

“I know he is a dickhead but father wouldn't let him lay a hand on you.”

Rodrigo laughed, the sound filled with exhaustion and worry as his glance exchanged from his brother to James and then back to his brother.

“You are right, father didn't let him touch me when he was around, not at all.”

I felt tears falling from my eyes as I looked at Sonia who had her hand over her mouth as her eyes grew red and  bothered. Nicolas stood there, his hand around his waist and face straight as he waited for Rodrigo to say what has been bothering him for so long, something he needed so badly to get off his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttete random words under his breath that I couldn't make out before grabbing and throwing one of the chairs across the room.

“You need to calm down, Rodrigo.”

“No!” He yelled, almost screaming at James who cut himself off, standing back in fear and knowing what was about to happen. Rodrigo pointed at him with a hand again.

“Y..you can't tell me to calm down, that is the last thing you are allowed to fucking do. This is your fault, everything is your fault. You are the root of all that is fucking wrong with me, you are why I am so fucked up in the head and it is fucking you.” His chest heaved.

“Hey,” Capo grabbed his younger brother’s head and forced his eyes onto him, a worried look on his face.

“What are you talking about?” He asked. A tear fell down Rodrigo’s face as he looked at his brother, his hands turning into fists at his side. When he shook his head, Capo refused to let it go.

“No, tell me. What is going on?”

“I can't,” Rodrigo almost whispered.

“Yes, you can. It is just me.” He assured him. Capo wouldn't budge now, Rodrigo had to finish what was started.

“No, brother, I can't.” Rodrigo insisted and shrugged his brother off, trying to walk away only to be grabbed by his arm and pulled back into his brother's hold. As Rodrigo kept his head down, Capo's expression grew angrier, causing him to lose patience and tell Rodrigo to toughen up and just say what was on his head.

“You wouldn't understand.” Rodrigo gritted through his teeth and lifted his head.

“It doesn't maywtt where the I would understand it or not, just fucking tell me!” He yelled.

“Don't be a pussy now, you were talking so much shít before now, like always, you are going silent when it gets too hard to handle…”

“He raped me!” Rodrigo shouted, his voice breaking as he looked at his brother with tears falling down his face.

“James raped me almost every night that he was over and father didn't know, nobody knew because it was our little fucking secret.”

Almost immediately, Capo let go of him and took a step back in shock. Rodrigo, overwhelmed and humiliated with his brother finally backing off, rushed out of the room. We all knew better than to follow him, he needed his space especially right now.  I heard a half-hearted chuckle from the other side of the eoo and turned my head to see James slowly walking up to Capo and placing his old and wrinkled hand on his shoulder.

“I don't believe the lengths that he would go to for some attention. You don't believe the idiot, do you?”

Capo's hands shook at his sides, held into such tight fists that it looked like his veins were going to pop as he slowly turned his head to look at James’s hand touching him. A frightening scoff left his mouth as he took a menacing step towards the old man and chuckled.

“You put your hands on my brother?”

“What?” James smirked as if it was funny.

“Come on, boy. You know I wouldn't do that.”

Nicolas and Damien pulled out their guns, waiting.

“I know that my brother ain't no liar.” He muttered.

“I am going to give you one chance to say it out loud, James. It might make what happens the slightest bit better for you.”

“I doubt it,” Nicolas mumbled under his breath.

“I…I swear, Capo. I didn't.” James stuttered.

“If your father were here, he would have believed me.”

“Good thing my brother shot him then.” Capo said.

“Nicola, Damien take him downstairs.”

Within seconds, they were on James, dragging him out of the room as he fought and yelled, only to be ignored. Ignored the same way Rodrigo was for so long when he was silently suffering. Nothing Capo could do would show James the pain he inflicted on a young boy who grew into such a strong and amazing man and that is what hurt most. He would never understand how painful and damaging it was for Rodrigo, no one would.

“Excuse me.” Capo mumbled before leaving the room.

Once he turned the corner, I finally looked around the room where I was accompanied by Sonia and Edith.

“Where is Luke and Lucy?” I asked.

“She took him out of here the minute things got heated. She is probably putting him to bed.” Sonia replied, shrugging her shoulders.

“I am going to go check on him.” I said, my mind in shock. I didn't know what to do or what things were supposed to look like after this. All I knew was Rodrigo wasn't in the right state of mind to be alone for too long, especially while driving.

But I wasn't going to go after him, that would only push him further. I will give him a call just to make sure he is okay. I gently twisted the doorknob to Luke's room and pushed the door open. He was laying on the bed, his eyes closed as the moon shone into the room. My feet padded against the wooden floor as I slowly made my way to his side and sat down. Stubborn tears blurred my vision of his hand which I held in mine, brushing my thumb across his soft skin.