Below The Surface - A Lackadaisy Fanfiction

Slow Realizations

"Get up Raquelle."

"Mhhhh..."

Silas groaned, kicking the foot of the hotel bed. "Raquelle!"

The Savannah Cat's younger sister groaned into her pillow as a response. "What, Silas...?" Her French accent was heavier, the more intoxicated and hung over she was. Yet another night of dealing with her drunk.

"We have to get ready for tomorrow. Ms. Lacrimosa is waiting for us." Silas rolled his eyes. He had packed himself up, and even Raquelle. He was used to this: it wasn't unfamiliar, rather a bit annoying he had to babysit her.

"Can't I just sleep for a bit longer?" Raquelle groaned.

"After blowing chunks up when you drank all those martinis with an empty stomach? Letting you rest while I have to do the damn dirty work?" Silas' brows furrowed.

"Blah, blah, blah...you're always complaining about that to me!" Raquelle gave a quick eye roll.

"You're just apathetic."

"And you are a douche."

"Watch your mouth, Raquelle."

"Bite me."

Silas rolled his eyes as well, turning his back to her. "You've been nothing but a spoiled brat for me in the past few years. What gives? Are you upset that daddy isn't here to pamper you like the princess you think you are?" He barked out.

"Quit bringing up pére like that, Silas."

"Then quit acting insufferable , Raquelle!"

The silence became uncomfortable. Silas continued, "He would've hated seeing you like this. What the hell happened to you to make you go down this route?"

"What made you go into murder?!" Raquelle barked back, baring her fangs.

"Revenge, nimwit. I get you're twenty–three, but damnit, get your head out of the gutter!" Silas slammed down his cyanide bottle, and took off his black gloves, tossing it onto the wardrobe in frustration.. "I mean really ! How dumb can you possibly act to–to..." He began calming down slowly, when he noticed his sister's scars on her forearms and her wrists. Crap...she relapsed, didn't she? Why was he even asking himself that question? She relapsed...and he felt a bit worse for yelling at her. He sighed, shoulders dropping. "...you had another stressful night, didn't you?" He whispered. He made his tone sound calm, dulcet even.

"Why d'you wanna know?" Raquelle's words jumbled up with each other slightly. Silas gave her a knowing look, his eyes glossing.

"Raquelle, I'm concerned, that's all."

"Yet you're being a jerk about it."

"Because you're my baby sister, and I love you."

"...that's a load of—" Raquelle shut her mouth when Silas' knowing gaze bore into her soul. "...yes...it was a stressful night." She sat up slowly.

"But we talked about coping mechanisms: the healthy and unhealthy ones. This is unhealthy. " Silas tried to put it into kinder words. He could be brutally honest if he so wished, but now wasn't the time for that.

"Looks, 's not my fault my brain is all screwed over an' sloshy." Raquelle argued.

"And I'm not saying it is. But you're doing some serious damage when you cut yourself like this." Silas gripped both of her hands, squeezing. " Please Raquelle...I want you to come out of this alive. "

Raquelle's gaze fell onto her lap. "I'm trying...but I didn't know trying was this hard."

"You're still giving effort to live. And I'm proud of you for that. But please promise me to not do this anymore... or drown yourself in alcohol. I get Francesca...rejected you, but that doesn't mean it's the end of the world!"