𝐀𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐳 is a 22-year old women, she traveled to Seattle for a job request, leaving her 3-year old son Elian in the hands of her best friend.
Adelina decide to let loose for the first time since her son, Adelina and her friend go out...
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Chicago Illinois
November 30th 2:50AM
The sound of glass shattering fills my ear. I perk up, jumping off my bed. I cover Elian with the blanket and push the twins' bassinet behind the door to hide them.
All the lights are off in the house; the only light is coming from the lit candle sitting on the dinner table.
"Hello?" I say into the dark room.
I blink my eyes, adjusting to the now brightly lit rooms.
"Shh, guys, she's sleeping; turn off those damn lights," I hear someone say with a slur.
I look at the door and Sasha and Jacob are carrying a limp Leo in their arms. Each of them has their shoulder under his armpit to hold him up.
"What happened?" I'm running down the stairs to assist them.
"Hey, mama," Sasha says, giving me a side hug and kissing my head while holding Leo steady.
"Hola, Mi Vida," Leo slurs, trying to pull away from them, but they hold him back.
He gives them a dirty look and pulls back, trying to get to me.
"Your going to hurt her, Leonardo," Sasha says in a stern tone, causing Leo to frown.
"I want to say hi to my baby," he slurs once again, the smell of alcohol reeks from his breath and his clothes.
"How long has he been drinking?" I ask, grabbing his face. He's warming up, and he's getting pale.
"Since the afternoon," Sasha says, adjusting Leo in his arms. Jacob is standing there, falling asleep standing up.
"Jacob, go to bed," I said, taking Leo from his arms.
"Gracias, Tesoro," he says, kissing my head and stumbling up the stairs to his rooms.
I adjusted him in my arms, and Sasha and I began to walk up the stairs.
"LEO!" without having to look up. I know it, Lyla. She's in her sleeping gown, running to Leo.
I look at Sasha, and he rolls his eyes, continuing our walk up the stairs.
"What the fuck did you do to him?" she says, attempting to get in my face. Sasha gets between us, pushing her away.
"Back the fuck away from her," he says in a calm and collected tone. She moves back and follows us to the bathroom. We set Leo on the toilet; she begins taking his jacket to clean him up.
"Can you sleep in my room with the kids?" I ask Sasha, refusing to leave them alone in there. He smiles and nods his head.
"You've got it?" He asks, holding my face in his hands.
