It's time for Athena Russo to get her revenge on the ones that have wronged her. People will try to stop her, but she's blinded by hatred. She's waited for this moment for the past five years, and we all know nothing is better than revenge. Nothing...
I want you guys to understand what drug addiction is like since I'm still struggling with writing emotions but I sort of have an idea of it because I deal with an addiction and I know every addiction is different but they are normally like this when you try to quit.
"You may find yourself with chills, sweats, cursing, yelling, angry and upset, hating everyone and everything, including yourself, and trembling like you have a temperature of 105. Day, night, sometimes it is all a gray blur. Sometimes it hits you all of a sudden, even after many days of being clean."
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DOMENICO RUSSO:
"You're getting worse, Domenico."
I stay silent.
"I can't have you like this. Tonight is too important. I'm afraid you cannot come."
I take a deep breath before speaking, "I haven't gotten high in two months. I relapse and you're doing this? Really Lorenzo?"
As Lorenzo puts ammo into his gun, he sighs. "Yes, Domenico, I am."
"But tonight is the third mafia ball. The Italian's mafia ball. Our ball. Our entire family is going to be there. Even goddamn Marcello is going to be there!" I exclaim, staring at him in disbelief.
"I know but I can't afford you relapsing tonight."
I abruptly stand up. "Do you want to know something?"
He looks at me, "What?"
"I flushed every single drug I owned in the toilet. It's over. I'm done with the drugs. I want to get better. I want to get better because Athena is coming back. I want to be better when she comes back."
He places his hands in his pockets, carefully watching me.
"That's what they all say. They say they want to get better. But it never lasts. Not without the proper help. Quitting drugs without rehab carries risks and may pose threats to your health," he calmly tells me.
Why is he like this? Why won't he understand that I want to get better? Why doesn't he understand?
"I swear to you, I am done this time. I don't need rehab," I say, begging.
My fists clenched to my sides as I stare at Lorenzo.
Lorenzo makes the decisions. He always has. Ever since he took the title Of the Italian Don.
"Fine. I allow you to come. Now go get ready before I change my mind."
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I can feel her staring at me. It's irritating me.
"Yes, Emilia?"
Emilia frowns at me. "What is it with you?" She places the back of her hand on my forehead. "You don't seem ill and your temperature is fine," she says, withdrawing her hand.
