Gabriel

Chapter 1

They say there are five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.
I'm currently at the depressive stage or I have been for the 11 months that I've been without my twin, Luke.

The truth is, there are some days where I think he is still alive and that we are going to spend the night binge watching Friends for the 100th time and there are times where I get so angry at not just myself but at him for leaving me here in this shit hole of a place, and there are also nights where I would do anything to switch places with him but there is never a hint of acceptance. I don't think I ever will accept that my twin has been stolen from me, for he was my other half and I will never stop loving him.

That's why my body is currently submerged in water from the bathtub; today marks 11 months since Luke drowned to his death.
Luke was the record holder in high-school for freestyle in his whole state, that was 3 years ago. Strange right? I don't believe he drowned, people have had it out for us since we were born due to us being apart of one of the most powerful families within the mafia. We've had a target on our heads since the day we were born.

That's why I've spent the last 11 months trying to look for the sick fuck who thought it would be a good idea to kill Luke because what is it that they say? Revenge is a part of the stages of grief? Well it is now.

I finally come up for air from the water, letting the adrenaline take over me. I've been doing this nearly every night since he died so I can feel close to him, so I know how he felt when his lungs collapsed and filled with water. I try and go through with it every night but I'm too much of a coward to stay under for those last remaining seconds to let the darkness consume me.

After a while of the hopeless attempts to end my life I tried another way on the 6 month anniversary of his passing but as you can tell I was unfortunately unsuccessful. I look down to where the pink jagged scar runs up from the inside of my wrist to half way up my forearm. I'm now reminded every day of how I've failed myself but most importantly failed him.

I get out of the bathtub and get myself ready, throwing on a short dress and heels while also downing a shot of vodka. I've been doing this every month since he passed; go to a random club, dance, get drunk and forget. But no matter how much I drink, no matter how much I try and forget I always see his face when I close my eyes and I always hear his laugh in the back of my mind. He follows me everywhere and I hate it.

I walk out of my apartment and get into the nearest cab and ask the driver to take me to a club 45 minutes away. It's far but it looks fancy as hell and I've got no where I need to be tonight so I may as well get piss-faced surrounded by rich people, some who are probably from their own mafia families. But I don't care, they can kill me if they want, what difference would it make?

I finally arrive at the club and make my way in after waiting in the queue for 15 minutes. I instantly make my way to the bar asking for their strongest drink. I down the drink and ask for another and then down that drink as well before making my way to the middle of where the swaying bodies are.

An hour and a half and 3 drinks later and the emptiness is beginning to be replaced with euphoria. I make my way from the bar to join the people dancing again, when I lock eyes with the hottest guy I've ever seen. He's on the other side of the room so I can't see him clearly but he's hot as fuck. He's staring at me too, his eyes squinting as if he's assessing me.

Suddenly his legs are moving towards me and his features become more clear, he kind of looks like....no....it can't be. I haven't seen him in 4 years, he was Luke's best friend since he was 3 but I always tagged along with them.
He disappeared when we were 17 without saying a word and he just happens to show up out of nowhere? Gabriel Carter had always been a dick and by the looks of it nothing has changed.

He makes his way over to me in no time but instead of saying something he grabs me by the arm and leads me outside. Dammit, he still smells just as good as a I remember. We make it outside, the sound of music dying out. I look up to meet his eyes and his serious look triggers something in me; Luke use to look at me the same way when I was goofing around too much.

"You can't be here. If your brother finds out, he will go mad". His voice is stern and deep.

Of course he doesn't know, why would he? I return the bitterness of my tone to him, knowing there's an empty look in my eyes, "He's dead."

He opens his mouth but no words come out. He then looks down to where his hand is on my forearm and sees the jagged scar, "What the fuck is this?" He demands.

I say nothing but stare at him. How am I meant to describe everything that's happened these past 11 months, especially to him.

Sadness and anger flash across his face, "What happened to him?....what happened to you?" He asks.

Still no words escape my mouth.
"Please say something Avia" he begs.

He left me, he left both of us without a single word and he thinks he deserves an explanation? How dare he? It broke Luke to find out that his best friend had just abandoned him, he had no one when Gabriel left and I'll never forget that.

The faintest of sounds leaves my mouth,
"You left me."

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AUTHORS NOTE
Hope you guys like this?!?!
I don't know whether I'm going to continue my other story. But I'll see how this one goes 🩷🩷🩷