punish come limping // jaci and val
Feb 24, 2018 21:56:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2018 21:56:49 GMT -5
So call me a thief, I thought she would bleed out.
I've seen it enough times to recognize, the way people die. Pale, blood back drop and I'm not proud of it, not since she left a month ago, not since I stopped calling myself a father six years ago. It got too hard to call myself with pride. So call me a thief, call me a bastard, I'm on the other side of the barrel anyways.
Part of me thought she'd die the entire time, that I didn't do everything right. That's a lot of stress for a parent, but I've been nothing if not transparent. I held Marina's hand in the back, because there's never been a Salazar reaped -- and there still hasn't been. Seventy seven years and going strong but Jacinta loves fucking me over, huh. It's a tease, the amount of times I've had to save my own daughter's life just for her to kill herself. Can you fucking imagine? I know I haven't been the best father, but I can attest that I'm the best this lines ever seen and maybe that's on me.
Maybe I am the fuck up.
So call me that. Call me the shittiest dad, but she's still walking isn't she? Sixteen years and she's better off than Lorenzo or I, better than Leo - god, we didn't even show up here together. One fucking dinner with my own daughter, I shouldn't be angry- nervous, scared. Puberty or whatever kids change, but this? Maybe I fucked up by not getting her scared. Jacinta gets shelter and private school and- that's not right, huh?
We heard her voice though, volunteering for that Zodiia girl and the amount of times Abraham has thanked me, god. He never shuts the fuck up. Jaci's voice cracked, we both caught that, and I couldn't tell if Marina was more angry or scared. I couldn't tell what I was. It's some type of horror, losing a child's lifetime and only getting an hour left of her. And there's cocky in there too, I always said she would live and I wish I believed that fully. For sixteen years of training, she won so I guess it paid off.
I should care more than that. More than just losing an heir, but I got a victor. It's,
That's complicated. Shaking my leg and watching minutes tick in the restaurant courtyard, two stories up and it's fun people watching beneath, none of them being Jacinta. Father daughter dinner, I abandoned her for four years, she tried to kill herself; we've got some catching up to do at the very least. There were so many moments that I thought I saw my daughter's last breath, and every time I thought of Leo. The scars and the blood and a long death- I don't want to die like that. I don't want my children to die like that, and I'm too old to be scared of that.
I don't think Marina is, she doesn't ever seem scared. Just, just there, unpleased at best. So much has changed between us and she slept fine this time, these past two months and we laughed at how unnerved I was. Me, Valentino Salazar. I think that means I did things wrong, that I raised Jaci and Luzia wrong. If I raised them right or if I was good enough then there's no reason to be afraid, but I know what it's like. Maybe that's just what's different between us two, maybe I'm just too sentimental. I've always been the romantic.
But luckily enough, Jacinta seems to be doing everything right. We both know things, that she's higher than me on the ladder -- that's interesting. Salazar's hasn't been caught for years, I won't let my own fucking daughter mess that up. God, my mother would've mercy killed me in the justice building. It's too much attention, but I'm not just head honcho, I'm not Marina. I'm not Leonardo. I'm allowed to be a parent, I can't be scared but at the same time, how can I not be? If I raised her right and if I did everything well, how am I not supposed to love Jacinta and Luzia? How am I supposed to burn their bodies in pride?
And I think my mother would. Oh, I know she would have. She did with Augustus, and I know because I had to help. We threw his body over the bridge, Leo and I. She's the one who shot him and I had to be the asshole to lie to Lorenzo about where daddy was. Good memories, Leo would've lived to see this shit I know he'd tease me for crying. God if he was still alive things would be different, I could've been a goddamn folk singer or something.
9:38,
she's late and I don't blame her.
My mother told us three that if any of us got reaped, we lie in the interviews, we step off the platform, we kill ourselves early.
I can't explain why I can't tell Jacinta the same, but also I can.
"Your ear almost looks real."
I almost think I can.