The Other Half [ON HOLD FOR REWRITE] / MAFIOSA

Chapter Fourteen

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I lay my head back on Sebastian's chest, my body in between his legs, as his arms are wrapped around me in a gentle grip. We've been in this position since I told him who Gustavo was. He held me close and let me cry for a while then we ended up how we are now, sitting in comforting silence.

Sebastian hasn't pressed on more answers and I'm grateful for that. But I need to talk a little bit, maybe that will help.

"It's been 10 years since his death. It's pretty pathetic that I'm still hurting over his death, no?" I break the silence, talking softly. "At least that's what Christopher repetitively told me. He loved to remind me of that, especially when I had those nightmares."

Sebastian shakes his head. "You're not pathetic, Christopher was wrong."

I brush him off and continue,

"That's what happened last night, and my nightmares only tend to get worse when the day of his death is coming close. He died November 17th, 2007. My nightmares always consist of him being dead or what happened before, although it never happens the way it did that day. But last night, I relived everything, it was the absolute worse. Christopher was never sympathetic or comforting about it, he always told me to suck it up and move on.

"But I can't, it's hard. Eventually, Christopher found ways to hurt me through that, telling me that I'm having those nightmares because it's my fault."

"How is it your fault?" He curiously asks me.

Am I ready to tell him? Am I ready to trust someone else with this burden?

"I'm not ready to tell you the whole story, Christopher really fucked me up. If you're willing to wait, then maybe one day I'll tell you. I hope you understand." I trail off, looking down at his arms as I softly stroke them.

He kisses the top of my head, sighing. "I do, I'll wait... even for you. But enough of Christopher, tell me about your brother."

I smile, remembering every great memory about Gustavo.

"My brother was everything to me, my role model, my best friend, partner in crime, everything. He was a sweet and caring guy, but turned into your worse nightmare when you hurt the people he loves. In a way, he was the "Golden Boy", exemplary student and great example of a good friend. He was never a ladies man but that doesn't mean he didn't have girls in his life. There was one, her name is Leandra. But mostly, my mother and I were the two women in his life that he cared for more than anything. His family was everything for him.

"Gustavo always took care of me because I wasn't exactly the most popular and loved person at school. I got bullied when I wasn't being used to get to my brother. When my brother found out he protected me and started to teach me how to stand up for myself."

"He sounded like a great guy." Sebastian compliments, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck, breathing into my skin.

My hand reaches up and caresses his curly inky hair. "He was. We may have fought but nothing could ever break the bond he and I had. We may not have been twins, but our sibling bond was bigger and stronger than many brother-sister relationships out there. He was the second part my soul, and that died when he did. You would think that a guy would hold another half of my soul, but that want the case, I think that was Gustavo.