Life Changes

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Foreign languages ahead.

Gray's pov

Gosh, I was mean to her for no reason. She looked down and gloomy all day. She doesn't even know me, so why am I panicked when I'm in her presence. "Soy tan estúpido. Entrando en pánico por nada."(I'm so stupid, panicking over nothing.) I mumbled.

"Eres un fanático de las chicas hermosas."(You are a fan of beautiful girls) Aaron said laughing. "Qui peut lui en vouloir."(Who can blame him.) Said Ray. After school ended, we decided to chill at my place.

"No es como si me preocupes por ella. (It's not like i care about her.) She just has a loud mouth." I said, rubbing my face. "Why do you even care how she feels or look. She's just a random bitch." Ash said. As much as I wanted to punch him right now I know he's right. "Yea your right." I told him.

"My dad is  coming tomorrow night." Shawn said changing the topic and the mood of the room. "So is mine." Ash said. All my friends father are of the same mafia my father is in, we're all sent her to get to know each other and one day take over things in our homelands, a bunch of crap if you asked me.

"Yea, dad said things are getting real ugly over there, they've lost 30 men to the southern mafia last month." Aaron said. "Father said this might be his last visit." Shawn told us looking sad.

"Sorry man, I know you two were close. My dad on the other hand is a piece of shit. Though he did send us away to protect us but that doesn't change the fact he's a bastared." I told them. "Same for me. I know being in a mafia makes you cold, but must you be heartless. I bet the only reason he sent us us because your dad said so." Aaron said.

"Well it doesn't matter now because they're coming wether we like it or not." I told them. A knock on the door was sound. "It's open." "Sorry to interrupt sir. But your mother said I should ask if anyone is hungry." Sue said. "Thank you madam Sue. But it's almost our curfew so we must get going." Aaron said.

"See you tomorrow bro." Ash said. We said our farewells as I walk them to my front door. I don't want to see my father but I guess it's inevitable.

"Puedo hablar contigo?" (Can I speak to you?) Mom said from the living room. "Estaba pasando y eschuché lo que dijiste de tu padre." (I was passing by and i heard what you said about your father.) She said in her soft voice as I was sitting down. "Entonces sabes lo que pienso de él." (Then you know what i think of him.) I told her looking away.

"El no es desalmado Rafeal."(He is not heartless Rafeal.) She said. "Dices eso porque lo amas." (You say that because you love him.) I told her truthfully.

Mother can't understand English very well because the possessive bastard didn't want her to learn two much at the time. She has never left the country and hardly leave the house back home.

Dad didn't tell her he's a mafia leader until I was six and the only reason I knew about it is because I over heard it. Mom is so head over heals for him that she turned a blind eye to it.

Then when my tenth birthday came, the next day the Mafia life style was drilled into my scull and from ever since I've been traing to take over his stupid companies, his stupid campaign and elections, and his stupid mafia.

But I don't want that, nor does my friends, but our parents insist we follow their wicked and shady foot steps.

"Mi amor no digas eso por favor. Ojalá pudieras verlo comp yo lo veo."(My love don't say that, i wish you could see him how i dees him.) She said. See him as she sees him? That will never happen.

The first quality time my father and I spent was when I was 12, and we didn't do anything fun. He put a bullet right through a man's head for owing him for three weeks. I stand up. "Por favor madre. Puedo ser disculpado?" (Please mother, nay I be excused?) I asked, and she nodded.

"Yo te amo Rafael." (I love you Rafeal.)
"Yo tambien te amo mama." (I love you to mother.)  I kiss her cheeks and left.

I lay down in my bed thinking about everything that's happened for the past three months, and I just realized how lonely I am. The worst part is that I'm still a virgin, I mean, all my friends have scored, yet here I am sitting on the bench looking out at the game.

"Gosh, I don't have a life." I mumbled to myself. I was starting to feel sleepy, so I stripped out of my clothes and stayed in my underpants. Today was so exhausting, I thought as I drifted off in a dreamless dream.