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7: Muerte

(TW: VIOLENCE)

Scott's POV

The days that passed after Nick's passing was probably the most miserable I had felt in a very long time. It was like my intrusive thoughts couldn't check out, they just kept swirling right back into my head.

Aristos was feeling pretty similarly, but he was coping far better than I could ever hope. I think it's just the way he's wired. He's actually been busting his ass lately, making drug deals and some sales on firearms, too. It was nearly Halloween, so authorities were on alert for any gang movement. Despite those odds, Aristos had come home victorious.

I lied staring at the ceiling, pondering my stupid little fucking life. The only reason I felt obligated to keep fucking going is because of Aristos and our family. Even though they don't approve of how me and my cousin get our wealth, we always take care of them first. Their bills, their needs, and their entire means of living was mostly paid by us. We made enough money to help them like we wanted to in the first place. I needed to text my mom soon...

I, at least, just wanted to make them feel proud of me.

They weren't pleased for the most part.

I was beginning to feel the same way.

I wasn't happy with this anymore. I had no choice but to deal with everything I got myself into in the first place. The matter of giving up and doing something else as a profession just wasn't on the table. Nothing in my skill-set could pay me as much as this industry does.

My mother's pleas to come home were being heard loud and clear as of lately.

I rolled over and decided to text Winnie to clear my head. After that night I spent with her, we've grown a bit closer, but not in a way you'd think. We regularly have kept up with each other and our problems.

Recently, it seems her problems are about her brother. Apparently, he's been giving her the cold shoulder and being a dick. And I don't really care for that shit at all.

I typed:

afternoon, how's your day been?
hope work hasn't been bad, i was
wondering if ur free for a bite later?
(:

Ehhhh...

I wasn't sure if the timing was appropriate. Who knows? I won't know if I don't try...

I sent the message and sat my phone away from me.

I decided to get up and actually do something with myself. I practically dragged myself to the bathroom and slid out of my clothes. I flipped the shower on and let it warm up. I brushed my teeth in the meantime. I took a very, very long shower to decompress a little bit more.

Afterwards, I went to get dressed. The moment I stepped foot into the threshold of my bedroom, I eyed my charging phone on the bed.

Jesus Christ...

Who am I?

I swallowed, and decided to dress myself first.

I threw on a long sleeve black tee. I matched it with a pair of black shorts. Nevertheless, I put on socks and a pair of black Nikes, I decided that if there was to be a date today, I should at least look nice. And if there's not a date, then fuck it, I look nice for myself.