《Raising Rio》31| straight from heaven
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The bright sunlight shone through the glass window that led to the balcony, where Rio and and Carson where performing what would be seen as unholy acts a couple of hours before.
Both Rio and Carson where sprawled out on the super king size bed with dozens of blankets laid across their bare frames and Carson's arm wrapped around Riri's waist protectively.
Even in his unconscious state he needed to protect and keep his girlfriend close to him.
Their peaceful moment was no more when the cringing sound of Rio's alarm blared throughout the room, causing Carson to let out a groan of annoyance and Rio to let out a small sigh of her own before getting out of bed to get to her phone.
Turning off her alarm, she climbed back into the comfort of her memory foam mattress and snuggled back into her boyfriend's arms.
CJ being the adorable prick he is began to trace the outline of her perfectly shaped nose, he never knew how he managed to have an Angel in his life and for that he prayed to and thanked his parents every night for sending an Angel straight from heaven.
"Happy Birthday, Angel." He kissed the tip of her nose to which Rio returned the favour. "Thank you, baby."
However, their perfect moment was ruined when banging on Rio's bedroom door separated them in shock. "Oi Rio, the jet leaves in two hours we need to get a move on.
Oh and Happy Birthday, I would come in and give you some lovin', but I am sure Carson is already doing that for you!" The familiar sound of Rio's Nona spoke through the door.
Carson and Rio turned towards each other with what would be seen as horror in both of their eyes, Rio's grandparents had heard them both and that was enough for Rio to fly away to a random country and never to return.
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With a loud cackle, Nona's footsteps could be heard retreating from the barrier between the hall and Rio's room. It was accurate to say Nona heard everything, luckily enough Popo was knocked out asleep.
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It was now midday and the Aidensfield/James clan had their luggage loaded onto the jet, whilst Nona and Popo where conversing with their son and grandsons, who had decided to make sure they got onto their plane safely and Carson who was talking with the pilot, the youngest Esposito brother approached Rio.
Charlotte on the other hand was no where to be seen, not like Rio cared after she betrayed her only child.
"Marcello, what do you want?" Rio huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest, she just wanted to be up and out of New York and back to Brazil. He shuffled on his feet and let out a shaky sigh, he was close to tears at how they acted like they barely knew each other, but he knew it was his own fault.
"I want to apologise, I want to say I am sorry for everything that happened before you left and for everything that happened after you left."
"Is that what you want? You just want my forgiveness? Well I forgive you okay, so just leave me alone." Rio turned around ready to walk onto the plane.
Tears brimmed in the corners of his eyes and as much as Rio hated to admit it, she was getting quite emotional at the sight of her older brother breaking down his walls to her. "No, you aren't letting me speak; me, Frankie and Luca tried stopping dad and Charlotte from sending you away, but they wouldn't listen to us.
Hell, we tried everything but nothing would get through to them and for that I am so fucking sorry, I just wish things could have turned out differently than they have done."
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The young teenager stopped in her tracks in shock after hearing her older brother's confession. Turning on her heels, she looked back over at her brother's guilt-ridden expression.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" She stuttered, for the first time in years she was rendered speechless: she was on the understanding that they all had some form of input in her being sent to live with her grandparents.
Marcello took a couple of slow, cautious steps towards his little sister, he didn't know if she was exposed to any kind of trauma and if that was the case, he would do anything to make sure she wouldn't ever have to relive it. "Before you where sent away to Brazil, there was so many talks about if that was the appropriate plan of action, or if keeping you at home was the safest as you would have been right under our noses."
Rio motioned with her hand for him to keep talking, she had never been told this version of the story before and if it did come out to be true, then she has been building up unnecessary anger towards her brother's, being under the false pretext that they contributed to her being sent away.
There was the thought that Marcy could be lying, then again what has he got to lose when he lost his sister ages ago?
"Me, Frankie and Luca tried everything in our power to sway dad and Charlotte into keeping you at home with us, but there is only so much we could have done especially when I only just turned eighteen at the time." He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air exasperated and in hopes she would believe him.
Her body flooded with anger, she couldn't help but be furious with Franco and Charlotte. She walked away from Marcy and stormed towards her father, not before clenching her fists and soon as Franco, Nona, Popo and her other two brothers heard her thunderous footsteps they all turned in her point of direction.
Not anticipating what she was about to do next, Rio brought her fist back and swung a right hook straight into Franco's face, letting her anger get the best of her.
Fuck being an Angel, she was the devil today.
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