a short chapter- sorry 

chapter tweenty three

' five bullets'

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lillith woke up being gently shaken awake. she was sitting in Enzo's lap a Jawn escaping her lips. '' good morning cuore mio'' he muttered making a small smile spread across her face. she opened her eyes slowly clearly still tired.

'' come on little one we have some business to do'' Dante cooed softly unsure of how the following events would play out.

to be hones it made him nervous.

what if she broke? what if she left them? hated them?

Enzo helped her outside as Alex wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her impossibly close. '' I'm still pissed though'' she told them though she didn't sound as angry as before.

nic smiled grabbing her hand in his leading her into the warehouse.

it was exceptionally clean for a mafia hideout place. the floors wasn't spotless but they were clean, and the walls were all in soft grey colors and it was only when they reached the basement fear began to settle into lillith body.

'' relax princess we aren't here to hurt you'' Enzo assure seemingly seeing her fear.

'' we could never hurt you little one '' Dante chimed in before unlocking a door to a dimly lit room.

four men chained to the wall and one hanging from the ceiling by his hands.

and then all hell broke out.

what kind of cruel joke was this?

'' lillith?'' I heard Julius, my older brother mutter. he had blood dripping down his forehead. dried blood covering his entire body and clothes. '' please sister-'' he began to plead as I turned to inspect the other men.

his friends of course.

I turned towards the Salvatore brothers again. '' what is this?'' I asked trying to hide the fact I was panicking. '' they hurt you did they not?'' Alex spoke approaching a table filled with knifes and guns and all kinds of other things.

'' no one is allowed to hurt you'' Enzo whispered in my ear. he didn't sound soft or carrying he sounded like a madman.

'' sister please they're going to kill me !'' Julius screamed. and to my own horror I did nothing to stop Alex from approaching him.

I just stood there until Alex's knife was an inch away from my brothers forehead. '' stop'' I whispered though it sounded unbelievably loud in this small quiet room

'' what the fuck is that whore doing here? '' hunter one of my older brothers old friends sneered gaining consciousness. I truly didn't know what came over me.

I swear.

I was angry.

past memories flooded my mind like venom entering my bloodstream.

'' please don't Julius !'' memories from when I was ten and he boated me bloodied and blue in an alleyway with his friends.

'' I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry '' pleading from when he pushed me down the stairs of our childhood home after I accidently dropped his plate of food on the way up to his room to give it too him.

'' don't hurt me please'' my crying from when his friends held me under the water for so long that if the swim teacher hasn't arrived when he did I would've been dead.

'' I didn't do anything'' my constant tries to assure myself it wasn't my fault.

I didn't know what came off me. all I knew was that I was fucking angry. and that I hated them all.

I didn't even realize the gun was in my hands before I heard a gasp. I didn't even think before pulling the trigger- not once- not twice- five times.

I didn't even hesitate before shotting them.

one bullet for each.

what had I done?