Family

SIXTY

Present || Leo

A small yawn escapes my lips as I rub my eyes tiredly.

I didn't really get much sleep.

Lifting my head from Alfonzo's chest, I take a moment to look at him.

Really look at him.

He's got dark circles under his eyes and I can faintly make out the trace of some scars creeping up his collarbone from the loose shirt he's wearing. His brows are furrowed in his sleep as he mumbles incoherently under his breath, wrapping his arms tighter around my body.

Burying my face into his chest, my hands subconsciously begin rubbing small circles on his back until I realise my mistake.

Alfonzo wakes up with a jolt, pushing my body away from him and standing up from the bed abruptly.

His eyes are wide and unfocused as he breathes heavily, clutching at his chest as sweat glistens his forehead.

My hands tremble as I take in his shaking form, why did I touch his back? He still hasn't healed up yet.

"Alfonzo?" I call out quietly but it's like he doesn't even hear me.

He's glancing down at his hands, muttering incoherently under his breath.

Antonio.

Antonio will know what to do.

Pushing my body to my feet, I practically run to Antonio's bedroom, my fist thudding against his door harshly.

Not even a moment goes by before Antonio opens his door, already dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, his glasses reflecting the sunlight coming in through his window.

"Leo? What's wrong?" He asks, his eyes darting across the empty hallway before meeting mine.

"Alfonzo. He- He-" I can't help but stutter over my words as tears well in my eyes, blurring my vision.

"He needs help." I rasp out, clutching Antonio's forearm.

He takes one look at me before sprinting down the hallway to Alfonzo's room and I don't hesitate to follow him.

My heart clenches at the sight of Alfonzo kneeling down on the floor, his breathing coming out in sharp pants as he clutches his hair, his body rocking back and forth.

Antonio rushes towards him, laying a hand on his shoulder as he tries to calm him down.

Alfonzo flinches, smacking Antonio's hand away as he stares at him with an unreadable expression.

"Alfonzo." He calls softly, backing away a little bit to give him some space.

"You need to calm down." 

His words do little to calm him down, in fact, I think it's made things worse.

"Leo call Dad here." Antonio says, not even glancing at me as he takes hold of Alfonzo's hands, his eyes are focused on the red marks beginning to form on Alfonzo's arms.

Forcing my eyes away from the scene in front of me, I turn and make a run for it towards our father's bedroom, not even bothering to knock as I barge in.

Father is sat upright in his bed, leaning against the headboard with a book in his hands. He glances up at my entrance, raising a perfectly arched brow in my direction.

"Alfonzo." I manage to breathe out, my fingers trembling around the doorknob I'm still holding onto.

One word seems to be enough for him before he's getting out of his bed, rushing past me as he heads towards Alfonzo's room.