Chapter Fifty-One

•Lorenzo - Ten Years Old•

A kick to his stomach. "Freak!"

A kick on his back. "Weirdo!"

Another kid crouched down beside him landing a brutal blow to the side of his face. "You should die!"

Then they all started to chant that word as they repeatedly kicked him.

“DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"

Lorenzo took the beating, his bullies were older and stronger. He was no match for them, whenever he tried to fight back, those kids would make it ten times worse for him, so, he just gave up. He silently took the beatings, and silently cried, not letting anyone see his pain.

He missed his mama, he missed Rocco, and he even missed his papa. He wished that his papa would come back for him one day. He knew that he was lying, Dario was his real father. He was the only father he had known.

A tear dropped to the floor as the pain in his body got too much.

"Look, he's crying!" one of them laughed, Lorenzo knew that voice. It belonged to Tommaso—the head of his bullies. He was the most violent and ruthles