Eternally Damned

Left in the Dark

'October 1st. Shit's been weird lately. I still keep getting calls from Mr. Mendez, asking about his money. Nora assured me that she sent it to him, but I'm not buying it. She's been telling lies to me. She even tried to say some weirdo in a king outfit stole some of her stuff. Yeah, like I'm gonna believe that.

But one thing I don't wanna believe is that my best man had apparently tried to drown himself in the bath tub last week, according to Tiffany. I don't know what that boy's problem is, but trying to do that to himself is insane. I'm honestly having second thoughts about giving him shared responsibility with planning one of the most important days of me and Kyanna's lives.

I'll always be appreciative that he brought us together, but I don't feel comfortable having a lunatic like him on my property knowing I have a 4 year old step-son here. Though, I guess it's a little better than having a porn star hanging around. Ugh, what the hell am I saying? JD ain't nothing like that.

But besides the phone calls and concern for my best man's mental health, I've also been dealing with my fair share of mental issues lately. I've been having PTSD attacks; sad reminders of what I had to go through during my time in the military. Just recently, I recalled an event that happened right before I left the service. It's one of the reasons I have PTSD to begin with...

It was about 10 years ago. Me and my squad were sent by the Brazilian government to rescue some people who were being held hostage by the Russian terrorists. It seemed like a simple rescue mission. That is, until we were the ones who needed rescuing...

It was a trap and we were all put into a hole deep below the ground. We sat in that dark place for over a week, forced to starve ourselves. Only three of us survived, and I was one of them. I'm very lucky a group of GI's came to rescue us a week later. If it weren't for them, I would've been dead long ago and would've never met some of the best people in my life.

It's in the past now. But my present is what I'm worried about. I shouldn't hold a grudge against Nora, but these problems are getting out of hand. Started with that douchebag she was dating last Summer, then it got worse when Marlena offered her a job to work for her brother over on the East coast.

And now that I think about it, maybe it's Marlena's fault? I mean, we were friends for a long while, but I always knew something was up with her. She always acted like she wanted to date me, only to want to "remain friends", despite her always being a flirt. Her whole demeanor was all over the place.

This is all too much to think about. Thinking about inviting JD over again. Seems like maybe his life is getting better after that shit he pulled a little bit ago. I might even talk to him and see if he's OK. I know PTSD can be a bitch. I'm just lucky I never tried to something like that to myself...

It was an eerie afternoon in the Delrio/Gill household, as it had been a few days since anything was heard from the Mendez Cartel. A part of Vinnie wanted to believe that it was over and that Alonzo had received his money from Nora, but he also knew to remain alert until he had confirmation.

"Ugh, this is ridiculous." he said to himself, placing his palms on his face. The stress was most definitely getting to him. He sat idly in the dining room, having his phone close by sitting on the table, as well as a plate of chicken nuggets he had made for lunch.

At least these chicken nuggets keep me happy...

Vinnie reached his hand over to the plate, grabbing a couple of them and proceeding to consume them in an almost cat-like manner.

As he was eating his chicken nugget lunch, Kyanna walked in with a smirk on her face, noticing his odd feline mannerisms.

"Aw, cute kitty!" she exclaimed, alarming him.