SINBOUND

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RICCARDO'S POV
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As I looked around at my family, who stayed silent, something broke in me.

Enzo was desperately trying to sign something, telling dad that he was being dramatic and trying to stick up for me. Nobody gave him attention.

Except for Lilin, who was about to say something but she shut her mouth, leaving everybody in silence as they stared at the scene in front of them.

Tears welled up in my eyes but I didn't let them fall until I had grabbed my jacket and stormed out of the door.

Me and Enzo were alike in that way.

Nobody cared for us. Him because communicating with him was physically too hard. Me because nobody wanted to communicate with me. They couldn't be bothered.

I had been fine with that most of my life. The son with anger issues. The brother who didn't care for his siblings. The kid at school who everybody hated. The student that constantly gave attitude.

The boy who nobody wanted to talk to.

I got into some random car in the garage and sped off, not bothering to talk to the guards. I knew Armani had my location anyways.

There wasn't much traffic tonight, but as I turned up the music and closed my eyes for a split second, I crashed.

Not into a car, but into a fucking light pole. My head went flying into the steering wheel because the goddamn airbag didn't go off.

Shitty fucking car.

I sighed, head pounding, and got out of the car. Somebody else can deal with that.

I didn't bother grabbing my jacket as I stomped through the streets. I felt rain pelting me but ignored it. I walked along the sidewalk for a while until I reached the park, where I plopped myself on the bench that nobody was around.

And I finally just let it all go.

I let the tears blend into the heavy rain.

I let the sobs rack my body violently.

I let the hiccups and whimpers get masked by the loud thunder above.

It wasn't until a hand on my shoulder that I realized somebody was watching me the whole time.

The second I felt her warm hand wrap around my wrist, I jolted up and nearly hit the girl in her face, but stopped myself.

In front of me was a girl, 5'6 maybe, with big blue eyes and beautiful blonde hair that was plaited over her shoulder. Her lips were plump and she had a fluffy white hoodie on that was clearly two sizes too big for her. She looked to by my age, maybe a year or so younger.

She bit her lip nervously as she inched forward again. "Hey — I — are you okay? I don't mean to intrude on your moment but...oh my gosh! You're bleeding! Oh my — here, come on, let's get you fixed up, love."

Love?

I let her warm hand clasp over my cold one once again as she led me away from the park. She practically dragged me through to a cozy cafe nearby and for some reason, I let her.