Cortello - D'Angelo (Old)

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𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝖦𝖡𝖳𝖰𝖨𝖠+ 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘛𝘸𝘰 - 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥

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The sound of rustling right next to my head is what woke me. Someone was in my room.

With a frightened gasp, I shot up and a second later my body was flopping backwards onto my bed when I realized it was no an intruder but one of my darling -note the sarcasm- brothers.

My eyes screwed shut, as I bit my lip, hard, to try and stifle my pained groan, both shooting up abruptly and the flopping backwards onto my bed decisions I immediately regretted.

My body was still facing the aftermath of the previous days' skating incidents and I ached all over. My right shoulder, my left wrist, my sides, my left hip bone, my back, my right knee and my head ached from skating and the lack of proper sleep the past few nights because of nightmares.

Nightmares that none of my brothers were aware of because I didn't waking up screaming bloody murder, just terrified out of my mind.

After composing myself and releasing a relived sigh when the pain died down, and thanking God that Hayes was not looking at me but instead at the neft gun in his hands, I opened my eyes again to look at said "darling brother".

Hayes was silent, his gaze on the nerf gun I bought the previous day. He was silent while his eyes roamed the splash of colors.

I rolled my eyes when I realized he wasn't going to say anything and asked the questions, "¿Qué quieres, Hayes?"

"What do you want, Hayes?"

Apparently Spanish was my language of choice for the morning.

He only answered my after he set the nerf gun back on my bedside table, "Honestamente, ni siquiera lo sé." Hayes shrugged nonchalantly, "Algo sobre Elijah y asegurarse de que estás despierto."

"Honestly, I don't even know."

"Something about Elijah and making sure you're awake."

"Bueno estoy despierta puedes dejar-" I started but was interrupted by Sebastian Stan's voice as my alarm rang out.

"Well I'm awake can you leave-"

I grabbed my phone, snoozing the alarm and looked back at Hayes.

His eyebrow was raised in a questioning manner, lip curled up into an amused smirk, "Alarma genial."

"Cool alarm."

"Cállate." I rolled my eyes at him, "Como estaba diciendo, estoy despierta ahora para que puedas irte." I jut my thumb out towards the door.