𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

eleven: the family.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

I wake up the next morning with the worst hangover imaginable. I groan as I sit up from my bed, my eyes squinting from the sun that managed to peek through the curtains. I blindly reach other to my side table and grab the water bottle that's been sitting there for god knows how long. I chug the rest of it down in one gulp. An 'ahh' escaping my lips from the satisfaction of not having a dry throat. I look over to see if I drunkenly got a bowl of grapes in the middle of the night.

Of course I did.

I grab the bowl and lie down on my side. Going on my phone and scrolling through social media. Seeing if anything interesting has happened in the last few 12 hours of my being completely knocked out. Once I'm done scrolling through my phone and have finished my grapes, I sit it down on my bed and look up towards the ceiling.

I'm exhausted.

All I want to do is crawl into a black hole and sleep the days away. The last two days I've gotten so drunk I couldn't take care of myself. Wether I'm reacting this way because it's my way of coping after murdering my father, or I'm doing this just cause, it needs to stop. Waking up with a hangover isn't fun. I'm surprised I didn't wake up in the middle of the night to vomit on my bedroom floor.

That would've been a nice surprise to wake up too.

I groan one last time before I sit up and swing my legs over the side of my bed. My feet dangling as I pause to wipe the sleep from my eyes. I place my feet on the floor, silently cringing from the coldness. I walk downstairs, passing the guards and waving them a silent 'good morning.' Once I make it to the kitchen, I find Stephen who looks absolutely horrific and Greyson and Markus who are devouring their food.

"Where's Maria?" I ask, noticing she hasn't woken me up early these last couple days.

"Week off, remember?" Greyson says.

Ah right. Maria takes a week off every once in a while to visit her family in Italy. My father would've told us that but unfortunately he's 6ft under.

"Did you just start eating?" I ask as I sit at my seat. Hovering my hand over my food to see if it's been sitting out for too long.

Nope, freshly hot.

"Yeah, we were about to tell Salvatore to go wake you up," Markus says.

"So we all woke up late then?" I ask and they all nod.

"Maria really needs to come back," Stephen jokes and we all bark out a laugh.

"Tonight we're having dinner with Leonardo and his family. All of us," he says.

"Ugh, why?" all three of us whine.

"Fiancé has to meet the family before the wedding," he explains.

"Don't they live in Italy though? They all coming to our house or something," Markus asks with his mouth full. He looks at me and I glare at him. He silently apologizes like a child who just got yelled at by their mother.

"No, they have an estate here. Like the one we have in Italy. We'll be going to theirs since it's less of a hassle," he says which makes me laugh.

"Hassle," me and Greyson mock in unison which makes us laugh even harder.

"Yeah yeah, just make sure you're all ready by 5. I mean it."

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We weren't ready by 5. And it wasn't my fault so don't go blaming me. It was Markus, surprisingly. He couldn't figure out what to wear because he said 'it's just a dinner but I don't feel comfortable wearing my normal clothes.' I ended up walking in there and pulling out some jeans and a nice shirt for him. Since it's more of a casual thing but I still want to look nice, I put on a black crop top with tan flair pants. I paired it with a few silver necklaces, rings, and earrings.