Psychotic Love

E I G H T

Romeo Point of View
Chapter Eight
MISSIO - KDV (Audio) ft. SHUG

Everyone present in the room could tell that I was more than angry. I was enraged.

The scowl on my lips influenced everybody to screen with a feeling that was my generally top pick. What I liked to call, fear. They all avoided all eye-contact with my own and they all kept their mouths locked, even my closest friends kept their mouths sealed.

They knew how I get when I am this way. It's smarter to allow me to sit un-bothered and let me chill myself off, instead of endeavouring to be a supposed 'hero'. They would wind up with a pistol beside their head.

  Yes, I had friends. I had friends that would be considered family to me. They knew me but didn't know the real me. They tried, many tried and they all failed miserably. I weirdly enough enjoyed watching people pass by my life trying to the 'hero' they think I deserve. It was funny to see them think that they could be 'the one' to change my whole view on life.   

I didn't need a hero, nor did I need someone help to save.

I had that once, never again.

I had lost many during my twenty-eight years of living on this earth. Traumatic, will always stick with me. I think of those memories every day, it may have been many years ago. But it feels like it's only been a week, or just only yesterday. 

I already had enough people in my life and I didn't have enough room in my life for more.

Stuck in my thoughts, a slight tap on the roundtable pulled me right out. Angering much more than it should intend to, but with my lingering angered thoughts. Anything was bound to test me.

I made sure the annoyance was on my features, before looking up towards the owner of the small noise.

and of course, it was him. Alejandero Princeton, Vasiliev.

My irritating step-brother.

He looked up at me, grinning like he always was. And that angered me even more, how could someone grin all day like that? After all what happened? I can't remember the last time a smile was on my face longer than three seconds.  "Would you stop that noise, Alejandero?" I gritted my teeth against each other, not wanting to shout like I wanted too. Alejandero liked aggravating me, pushing me to the bridge of where my insanity would just break.

He would have a bullet between his eyebrows way before. But with a promise that I made many years ago. I couldn't murder him like I had imagined in my fantasies.

He had to stay alive and I had to make sure of that.

Alejandero grin grew into a full smile, his hand swept into his bleach hair of his before he answered "Oh come on step-brother! It was terribly quiet and If I wasn't the one to make some kind of noise. No one would!" his annoying English accent rang in my ears

"And who said I didn't want the silence? I actually prefer the silence. Helps me think, we should all be thinking about the situation we are in!" Don't shoot him, Romeo.

"Oh come on!" Alejandero sighed way to dramatically. He loved an audience, he would have been an amazing actor if he didn't end up in the business. When our peaceful conversations ended up in arguments (like they always did)  he would always make sure everyone eyes were on us. Only to annoy me further. He knew how to test me.  "You need to lighten a little, wanker!"

Ioann shot out from his chair "I second that!"

Obviously, Ioann would concur with Alejandero. Ever since they both joined the business, they became inseparable. Best friends if you would say. In the event that one did or said something, the other was directly behind them. Either increasing the issue or attempting to get the other out of trouble.