The Basics

Chapter 1

(Grayson's POV)

*(tw blood)*

The first thing I see when I come to is blood. There's blood everywhere. The crimson liquid stains the walls, the floor, and even some splatter prints on the windows. The old concrete floor is cracked letting water push its way through, admitting a stench of mildew that invades my senses making my nose hurt and my eyes water slightly.

My head has a pounding ache with no sign of stopping, and my legs and butt hurt from this uncomfortable wooden chair I'm in. I try to stand only to go nowhere but cause a sharp pain to shoot through my hands, which I now realize are bound behind my back with a rope that's been weaved throughout the chair's back, up to my shoulders.

I turn my head to the left slightly to see my two older brothers. They always look so big and strong but now, now they look so beaten and small. Their hands are shackled above their heads as they sit on the cracked, moldy concrete. These boys chained up in front of me don't look like my big brothers I remember, they don't look like the tall intimidating twins people would run away from in the hallways at school, the confident black-eyed boys who weren't scared of anything. They looked like two scared sixteen-year-old boys, even if they haven't gained consciousness yet. The prominent trouble lines on the boy's face clearly don't belong, the once clear, smooth skin is now covered in blood, dirt, and small hills of worry.

The screeching of metal against concrete brings my head snapping to the right. The large metal door is being pushed open and an older man, maybe in his late fifties, a boy about sixteen, and two middle-aged men walk through and only stop when standing in the middle of the large concrete room directly in front of me.

The man opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is muffled yelling. The voices don't match his mouth and no one else is speaking but there are two voices, a man and a woman.

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A cold sweat covers my body as I shoot up out of my once peaceful slumber. I cling to the oversized hoodie that holds the memories of my late best friends, it's one of the only things that bring me comfort on nights like these. My ears are ringing, I can't properly see with the tears clouding my vision, and my head feels like it's going to split into two. Once the ringing in my ears finally subsides I start to hear the muffled yelling once more.

I reach for the small knife that I keep under my pillow and one of my many handguns from my bedside table drawer. I wipe away the tears that successfully slipped past the barriers and roll out of my too-big bed. Looking to my left and seeing the bright red numbers blinking back at me, 4:34. I start to tiptoe across my too-big room. My wooden floor creaks against my weight, as I make my way to my light gray painted door.

My back presses against the white walls of my home that holds many memories, good and bad. I keep my movements calculated and quick as I make my way down the wooden white and gold grand staircase.

The stairs end in a long hallway, to the right you can find the living room, my parents' study, a bathroom, and a few staff bedrooms. To the left is the kitchen, dining room, and front door. The yelling starts to get louder the longer I travel down the hallway towards the kitchen. My grip on my blade and gun only gets tighter the closer I get.

When I'm finally outside of the kitchen door can I make out what the voices are saying.

"THEY'RE NOT GOING!" It was the voice of my mother. "THEY'RE KIDS ANTONIO, THEY DON'T NEED TO GO HALFWAY AROUND THE WORLD, THEY NEED TO BE HERE." She was yelling at my dad. My parents never argue, much less yell at each other, if my dad does something my mom doesn't like he does everything in his power to make it up to her, be it buy her flowers, chocolates, diamonds, vacations, anything she wants.

"ANGEL THIS IS FINAL! THEY'RE GOING! IT'S NOT SAFE FOR THEM HERE, AT LEAST THERE THEY HAVE A CHANCE TO LIVE TILL EIGHTEEN. " My father's voice booms with anger, I'm sure his voice shakes the walls, it's only a matter of time till the twins come rushing down.

My mother's sobs break through the barrier the door creates, and that's when I push through the door and rush to my mother's side.

"Mama?" I question my voice wavering with emotions I don't want. "Perché urli?(why are you yelling?)" I was on the brink of tears and that was definitely not a cliff I wanted to fall out of control on.

"Baby, go get your brothers, we need to talk."

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