Addiction| 18+

2|brother?

Now

"When is she gonna wake up? We've been watching her for the past 7 hours straight." A man said in a low whisper.

"She fainted pretty hard so it'll probably take her another hour or so." Another voice said talking a little bit louder.

"Imagine fainting from over dosing. A mean how dumb is this girl." A voice from behind said as the rest chuckled in unison.

Yea, well if only you knew.

The laughter calms down once I hear a door open from behind the men's voices. "Stop messing around and do your jobs!"

I knew that voice, it was Warrens.

"When is my sister gonna wake up? It's been fucking hours!" He questioned. The room fell silent like no one wanted to answer him.

"Try to wake her up, I don't have all day for this nonsense!" Warren said.

"I can try," the same voice from earlier said.

My heart stopped for a second curious and scared as to what this man was gonna try and do to 'wake me up.'

I started to hear shuffling sounds of walking. Moving closer and closer to me until I could smell the faint breath of vodka and cigarettes fanning onto my face.

That's all it took for me to push them away and sit up as quickly as I possibly could. My heart beats fast as I took in all of my surroundings.

Six guards stood in-front of me with the same, black suit, tattoos everywhere, and a surprised look on their faces. Well other than my brothers, he doesn't even look surprised or even happy to see me.

"Everybody leave, I would like to talk to my little sister alone." Warren said as he kept direct eye contact with me. All of the men quickly turned around and left making sure to close the door behind them.

Just great.

I was scared. I think more scared than i've been in a while. I have always been scared and paranoid that one day my father would find me. But never did I think it would be my own brother. Tears start to form in my eyes as I bring my eye contact down to the floor. I couldn't even look at him. His eyes color that he shared with my father made me want to crawl in a hole 6 feet under.

"Stop crying. You're not a fucking baby."

I keep my eyes on the floor as the sound of my brothers feet become louder and louder.

I didn't want any of this.

"P-please let me go. I-i'm sorry please just let me go." I say as I try my hardest not to cry.

"No, you don't get to beg for forgiveness or for me to even let you go. You left, because why? Oh wait I don't even know because you didn't even tell anyone!" He said sarcastically.

I knew he was hurting. We used to be so close. Until my father took him under his wing and made him the new mafia boss of Sicily. That's when he changed for the worse. He wasn't the sweet little boy who would bring me flowers or draw me pictures. Instead he was just like our father, heartless. My heart broke seeing him like this, I knew this wasn't him. He didn't even question me or care when I told him about what our father did to me. He just walked away.

I tried to stay calm but my anxiety was through the roof. I knew my hands where shaking vigorously as they sat in my lap.

"You leave and what's the first thing you do? Become a fucking druggie!" He said as he shook his head in disbelief.

"My own sisters, a drug addict." He let out a short laugh.

"Do you even know what drugs can do to you? Are you really that naive?" He questioned.