01-25-2025, 05:04 PM
Marta listened and just nodded in agreement about feeling safe. She did feel safe here, at Kallisti, and with Ricky. Arabella, the girl in Hayden’s lap began to cry as Liam mentioned her father going back into the fire. Marta’s eyes became distant as the suppressed memories worked themselves to the foreground of her mind. The two loud bangs and two thumps on the floor. The smell of gunpowder and blood. The heat of tears on her cheeks. Uncle Roberto grabbing her as she screamed.
Marta never thought about it - until now. She could feel her breathing begin to quicken and the tears began to fall. Her hand, gripping Sterling’s squeezed tighter. Panic began to rise. Splash moved, his teeth gripping the sleeve of her long sleeved shirt and pulling, calling in images for her to remember who, what, and where she was. Marta shook herself out of it - barely keeping herself from panic at the memory. She took deep breaths, but allowed the tears to fall.
Marta let go of Sterling’s hand and looked at her - her gaze one of apology if she had hurt her hand. It was then she realized she fit in more with the Blackthorns than she realized. Trauma was trauma. She hurt and they hurt. They had all been forced to do bad things for someone else. Marta stood, her mind made up as she walked to wear Hayden held the crying girl, her own tears still streaming down her face and her breathing hitching from crying. She knelt down and placed a gentle hand on the girl’s back. Marta knew what it was like to watch your parents die. It was a pain she knew all too well.
Marta never thought about it - until now. She could feel her breathing begin to quicken and the tears began to fall. Her hand, gripping Sterling’s squeezed tighter. Panic began to rise. Splash moved, his teeth gripping the sleeve of her long sleeved shirt and pulling, calling in images for her to remember who, what, and where she was. Marta shook herself out of it - barely keeping herself from panic at the memory. She took deep breaths, but allowed the tears to fall.
Marta let go of Sterling’s hand and looked at her - her gaze one of apology if she had hurt her hand. It was then she realized she fit in more with the Blackthorns than she realized. Trauma was trauma. She hurt and they hurt. They had all been forced to do bad things for someone else. Marta stood, her mind made up as she walked to wear Hayden held the crying girl, her own tears still streaming down her face and her breathing hitching from crying. She knelt down and placed a gentle hand on the girl’s back. Marta knew what it was like to watch your parents die. It was a pain she knew all too well.