A long time ago there were 3 brothers, Rozario, Santiago and Valentino. Their last name is unknown but the fact that they were related is, well, even then this was kept a secret from the world.
All 3 brothers wanted the same thing: Power, wealth an...
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TW: SLIGHT SELF HARM (VERY LITTLE)
Leo's Pov:
Paris sat down on the sofa in my office. He looked up at me sitting at my desk and then raised his eyebrows.
"So, what was the reason you needed to see me?"
Oh. I had forgotten i'd asked him to come here once he had finished helping Cali.
"Right." I rose from my chair and made my way to the sitting area of my office. It really was a unnecessarily big room.
"Your insomnia?" he asked me.
I nodded and then sighed "Its been getting bad. Very bad. The pills seemed to be working at first. I'd sleep for 5 hours but then slowly over time they seemed to almost wear off."
Paris gave a slow nod.
"How much sleep are you getting now?"
"Less then 2 hours." I answered finally taking a seat opposite him.
"2 HOURS?" he seemed appalled
I could only nod in response.
"Do you have the pills with you?"
I nodded again and reached into my pocket for them. I knew this was already going to be needed. Before He reached over and took them from me, he pulled his glasses out of his pocket and wore them.
I forgot Paris had reading glasses.
After 5 minuets of him reading the label on the bottle he shook his head and looked at me.
"There shouldn't be a problem. Last time we talked I gave you the strongest medicine I could, I even increased the amount of benzodiazepines." He looked shocked. "how has your sleep walking been?"
"Gone. I haven't sleep walked in a very very long time, its been at least 3-4 years." I answered.
"Good." he mumbled. "Leo, remember what I said last time?"
"About how I have trauma from seeing our mother and Kyro die in front of me? Yeah I do Paris. But I also remember telling you that it was bullshit."
"Leo, I'm telling you that perhaps the reason you cant sleep is because of the memories that you try and supress. The only way to get over them is to suffer through them." He stood up now.
"I don't want to Paris. I don't want to remember. Its better to forget." I leant back into the sofa.
"That's impossible though. Its impossible to forget those types of memories because its those types of memories that turn us into who we are. You know that." He looked at me almost pleading with me to understand.
"I just cant go to sleep Paris, i'm sure it isn't that deep. Just increase the amount of I don't fucking know drugs in it." I groaned
"Your scared Leo." I watched as his eyes came to realisation. "Your afraid to even go to sleep. Because your always thinking about it."
