We're All Heathens Here - A Mafia Story {Ongoing}

A Bad Place

A picture of Liliana 😉

I didn't come out of my room for days. Matteo or Garcia, I didn't know which, sent food up every day and I lay around in my still-destroyed room, eating whenever. I had changed into sweatpants and one of Roberto's hoodies after I woke up and didn't change or shower until a week later when I had a quick bath and changed into another version of the same thing. I quickly tidied my room and then went downstairs for breakfast and silently sat down at the table as the toast was served to me.

"Where's Roberto?" I asked quietly. No one answered and I was about to ask again when Matteo answered,

"We haven't seen him since the Ball," he sighed and put his toast down, "When we came back from the Russians, he used to have these dreams, it would freak him the fuck out. He wouldn't sleep, he wouldn't eat, he would just lie in bed. We got a doctor to check him out and he was diagnosed with PTSD. After a few months, it stopped happening, but I think being around those Russians last night, fighting one of them. It's brought the PTSD back on," I looked up at Garcia and saw that she was crying slightly.

I wondered how Roberto would feel if he knew I was a Russian, he was dating a Russian, and he had fucked a Russian! The niece of the man who had tortured him for 2 months. "I'm so sorry," I said quietly.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for," Garcia told me, "It's the fucking Russians that are to blame," her voice got steadily louder until she was nearly yelling. She grabbed a gun from off the table and walked out the door.

"You should talk to him," Matteo said simply, then he stood and went after Garcia. Soon after, gunshots echoed around the house. I ate and then slowly went up the stairs to Roberto's room. I knocked softly on the door.

"Roberto?" I said quietly. I didn't hear a reply so I went in. The room was dark, and the curtains were closed. His room was in the same state as mine was 45 minutes before but worse. The mattress was tipped off his bed, and some of its stuffing had been thrown across the room. Wood from the fire, still smoking, was leaving burn marks on the white carpet, the TV was destroyed, and a broken baseball bat lay next to it. His clothes were all smouldering messes on the floor and his desk was broken in half, the computer lying next to it in pieces. He sat, leaning against the bed frame, his head in his hands. "Roberto?" I said again, cautiously going over to him. I sat next to him and studied him.

"You know," he said quietly, his voice shaking slightly, "Matteo says there's something fucking wrong with me," he looked up at me, his face was tear-stained and new tears were spilling out by the second. Deep, black bags sat under his eyes and his hair was messier than I had ever seen it. "I don't want to be fucked in the head," he sharply sucked in a breath, "I didn't ask for the Ru..." he inhaled again, his breath coming in raspy and staggered, "I didn't ask for the fucking Russian's to fuck with me, I didn't..." he cut himself off with more sobs.

"I know," I said soothingly, guilt licking at my insides, "I know," I placed my arm around him and he put his head on my shoulder. He stood up so quickly that he knocked me over slightly,

"I'm just so fucking sick of everything," he told me, pacing slightly, tears streaming down his pale face. He picked up one half of the desk and brought it smashing onto the computer, making me jump, "I don't want to be fucked in the head!" he groaned loudly and then smashed a few more things. He collapsed onto the floor, "Matteo!" he screamed, "They're going to kill me. The Russians are coming, they're going to kill me!"

Matteo came into the room with another man and then grabbed Roberto when he tried to go back to destroying things, "Matteo!" Roberto didn't even know what was happening around him. He screamed as if in pain and I felt tears come to my eyes. I couldn't imagine what Roberto was seeing, while I was seeing Matteo and the other man bring Roberto slowly to the ground, Roberto was probably thinking they were Russians, coming to torture him.

He screamed again and my mouth fell slightly open, my vision blurring with tears. I stood up and rushed out of the room. As I hurried back to my room I heard Roberto's screams echo through the house. I got to my room and let the tears fall. As much as I hated to admit it, I didn't want Roberto to be hurt, I didn't want him to be in pain. I felt so much guilt and pain at the sound of Roberto screaming that I fell onto my bed and sobbed.

Roberto's screams continued long into the morning and only stopped when Matteo and the other man managed to put him to sleep with a drug.

"Is he alright?" I asked Matteo when he came out of Roberto's room, "Did he hurt himself?"

"Just a few cuts and bruises," Matteo sighed loudly, "Cosa farò con lui (What am I going to do with him)?" I had worn the translator and understood what he said. He smiled weakly at me and then jogged down the stairs.

A Few Days Later

"Did you find anything on the man that Ivan is hunting?" Alina's asked me.

"Yes," I replied, staring straight ahead as if I wasn't talking to Alina who was sitting at the table beside me, "I have about 50 possible targets," I threw the file onto the table I was sitting at, "Call me when you find the right one," I then stood up and walked back toward the car I brought.

"Raven?" I turned at the sound of my name. Liliana was standing there, though she looked very different, he hair was out, she wasn't wearing her glasses, she had covered her face with makeup that made her look 25 and she was wearing a short, blue dress. "It is you. I've been trying to reach you for the last few months,"

"Liliana, this isn't the best time," I told her, glancing over at Alina who was skimming through the file, with Daniel walking toward her.

"Are you doing shitty mafia stuff," she laughed, "I know it was all a lie," I heard laughing and poked my head around Liliana; Ruby, Hannah and Georgina were laughing and walking toward the two of us. "Hey girls!" Liliana hugged them all in turn.

"Oh, Raven," Hannah spotted me and I sighed, "You missed prom, I was prom queen, obviously," I widened my eyes in fake surprise and then rolled my eyes.

"Why are you hanging out with these fuckers?" I asked Liliana,

"They're my friends," she replied, "After you left, we decided to become besties and we're all going to college together next year,"

"Great," I fake a smile and then turned back to Hannah, "A word of advice,"

"Mmm?" she replied,

"Dye your hair more often, I can see your roots," Hannah gasped and grabbed her head, "Bye," I waved obnoxiously and then walked over to the matte black Ferrari I had parked nearby. The four of them stared, mouths wide, as I got into the car, put my sunglasses on and drove off, not looking back at the four idiots. I drove all the way home and went into the living room where Roberto was sitting, his head in his hands. "I haven't seen you out of your room in days," I told him, sitting down beside him.

"Matteo... Matteo made me," he sounded like he was struggling to get the words out, "He said I'm going... going to get help," he sighed loudly and clasped his hands together, "He also said I should break up with you,"

"I agree," I nodded, "If, in the future, we both want to get back together, we can. But I think it will be a distraction, another thing you have to think about," he nodded slightly and I rubbed his arm comfortingly.

"Roberto," I turned to see Matteo standing in the doorway, "Are you ready?" Roberto nodded, kissed me on the top of my head and then left the house. "Roberto will be away from the house for a while," he told me, "I'm getting him help," I nodded and then Matteo turned and followed Roberto.

"He'll be back soon," Garcia came downstairs, talking more to herself than to me, "He will,"