Mafia's Daughter

Taylor

__two weeks later__

i don't know what i feel,  i miss him, a lot. Grandfather was the entire reason i'm here with the Agapitos, and now he's gone. i know they wouldn't kick me out, that's not what i'm worried about. i'm worried about Edvige, he's been going on one hundred for a long time now. i wake up at night to him in his room working, a glass of liquor usually in his hand. it worries me a lot. he's the boss now so i figured he would need to work more but this is a worrying amount. 

it's three in the morning and because he doesn't sleep i can't sleep, this is the second night in a row i can't get my eyes shut. i get outta bed, grab my note book, and go next door to see Edvige there at his computer. i write down what i'm seeing, sixth glass today, this is day 4 that he hasn't gotten any sleep, i gotta intervene or else he'll go crazy. 

i went to Franks room and knocked. he groaned from inside. 

"Frank?" i asked again. 

i heard foot steps and the door open. 

"what is it?" he asked drunken with sleep. 

"it's Edvige..." i mutter, tears threatening my eyes at what i was discovering.

"what do you mean?" he asked, becoming more awake.

"i don't know when it started- but..." i handed him my chart and he flipped through.

"what is this?" he asked. 

"this here is his alcohol intake, this is his meals and water, and this is his sleep." i say pointing out that he has eaten only one meal a day, and Grandfather used to say that it was three meals a day in this house, no excuses. his water was about half a glass twice a day. and his alcohol at least two during the day and usually one or two at night.

"i'm worried, i don't want him going down a bad path... and... i'm afraid that he's gonna end up getting hurt because of what he's doing..." i began to cry at this, and Frank pulled me into a tight hug.

"hey, it's okay Tesaro, comeon let's take care of this. i'll get-..." i froze, i knew what he was about to say before realizing what had happened he was gonna say he was going to get Grandfather. 

we were silent after that and walked to Edviges room where he was in the same position. 

"Ed?" Frank said. he looked up only for a moment, but i saw blood shot eyes and bags under them. a few more tears fell. 

when he looked back down Frank tried to get his attention again but he kept working. 

"you try?" Frank told me  finally. 

"Edvige? can you please get some sleep tonight?" i ask. 

"busy," was all he said, taking a sip of his drink. 

i felt rage boil in me at the fact that he isn't even listening. 

"Edvige, please? i'm worried..." i said.

"i'm fine," was all that his response was. 

i got more angry at that and felt a burning in my throat.

"FINE GO AND KILL YOURSELF DOING THIS! SEE IF I CARE!" i shouted before storming to my room and slamming the door, i crawled into bed and began to cry, i didn't know what else to do. i just cried. after a minute i heard Franks steps leaving and Edviges light shut off. i got up, wanting to make sure he was really doing it. i look in and see him getting into bed, and i breath a sigh of relief. 

i go to bed, still worried though that we're gonna have to make sure he eats, drinks water, and takes a god damn shower. but for now he's asleep, and i should too.