8 Sins

Raphael

As we all sat down for dinner, my eyes roamed across the table, glaring at their faces. If dad was here he would be yelling at Michael to sit up straight, Blake to not sit so straight, Ian to stop looking around for a conversation and start one. I didn't get it, why did he have to just vanish and leave us with this bullshit. We have no control over ourselves, and it can show on our body like a tattoo. " fuck" I growl softly, stabbing my salad with a fork and shoving it into my mouth. It wasn't half bad for a salad made my Ajax, a little salty but it balances out Jake's sweet cake that will be coming.
" Michael do you have my $40 yet?" Zane wines biting his burger, his hands getting covered in ketchup making me want to gag. Quickly I throw some napkins at him, not even trying to touch him. " I should make it $50 for the long wait" he continues wiping his hands off.

Michael just shrugs, and I swear it was, as if he purposely wanted My washer to be loaded in one night. " Do you own any clean or expensive clothing in good shape?" I ask, pointing to the plop of ranch on his stomach. Watching as he smears it onto his clothes more with a careless huff. " Jesus fuck...you're not sleeping on my beds I'll call an exterminator first" I sigh, my eyebrows pulled into a knot.
  Blake chuckles opening his mouth to speak and I throw a bun at him, rolling my eyes as he dodges it with ease. " We need to talk about dad's death" Blake says regaining himself.

Watching as everyone's face darkens, Michael sitting up even. " what about it?" Zane asks, his hands going together in annoyance. We hated this topic, we hated anything to do with their death. The cops who found them ruled it as a group suicide but they would never kill themselves, we knew they wouldn't kill themselves their sins would get in the way.
  " No were not doing this again" Ajax groans his tone filled with a sense of anger. He was the closest to dad, and the most hurt. When he died he went off to California, sleeping with anyone and everyone he found beautiful in the slightest bit. By the time we had found him for the first meeting he was in bed with 3 girls, a blonde, a brunette, and a red head. All three girls playing with each other as he simply fed off the energy.

What surprised me the most was how he wasn't ashamed of it, and that's when I realized. He was Lust, the way his eyes glowed whenever he saw them, it was like he was drawing energy from them almost. After that day we pulled everyone in, we needed to figure out why dad died but we couldn't. This sent everyone into a bender. Blake thriving in modeling, never ever disgracing himself if I use his terms. Ian was going to every shrink in the county, screaming at the top of his lungs, about needing to feel loved and how it wasn't fair.
  Michael...well he's Michael, I found him sleeping in a homeless pile, his shoes off and a large opened bottle of vodka in his hands. Swinging that bottle at anyone who came close. He was feeding off their will to lay there all day, to not do anything but beg. The few that weren't like that he always shunned, as if they were disgusting. Zane Bought a casino and was imbedded with taking more money than he could give, but the few bits of money he gave to the winners always brought in 2x more.

By the time I finally stopped zoning out, they were arguing, a smile was on my face as they gave into their anger. The way hate smelled it was delicious, it smelt like fresh s'mores, a little burnt for crispness and all the more sweeter.
  " FUCK NO WERE NOT REVISITING THAT PLACE!" Michael yelled at Blake standing up, " ITS TOO FAR! TOO MUCH WORK TO COME OUT OF THAT HOLE!"
" WE JUST NEED TO FORGET THAT PLACE! IT LOVES EVERYONE ELSE BUT US!" Ian continued.  Out of all the brothers I thought he would want to go back, but I guess not.

  " Ian we love you shut up" Zane rolled his eyes muttering something about worth, " But I Won't go there! There's no funds except that house we used to call home I see no point!" He slammed his fist onto the table making it crack in half.
Silence.
They all slowly looked at me and I hadn't realized it yet, but I was steaming literally. Their anger was so pent up it was almost overwhelming, then they broke my table. MY WOOD TABLE. " WERE GOING END OF DISCUSSION!" I shout as I walk away, " BLAKE PICK THIS SHIT UP AND ZANE YOUR BUYING ME A NEW ONE!"
  That was the only real wood table in all of California, I was not about to go in search for a new one. Slowly everyone dispersed from the table. Blake muttering shit about having to do this as he bent down beginning to pick up the mess of food, utensils, and glass.

  I may be wrath but what we won't do is destroy my house, We can argue, we can fight, we can kill...but my house is off limits and they know this.
  I texted my boss that a fake family member died, and that all my court cases will have to be reassigned and brought to a different judge for a week. A week, im stuck with them for a week, we're going back home. Could I even call it that, Yes it was the house we were raised in, the house our mother died in, but was the house we found them dead in. The house our father cherished and held all his secrets, we didn't even explore it with the strange set of keys given to us.

Fuck why did I say yes to this.