Sister of the Bad Boys

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Here is the chapter.....................idk why I feel so awkward right now..................

Flashback

"Aren't you a little too young to be drinking?" I asked Antonio as I watched him take a swig of the bourbon. He rose an eyebrow, talking another gulp.

"I will give you the answer that Phineas guy gives from that kids show, GO DIE IN A BLOODY HOLE." A laugh left my lips. This dude is crazy. We were just talking, and he was telling me how his mom, who was British, was going back to her home town. His parents were fighting and she was leaving. She wasn't coming back.

Antonio was raised in Britain before he moved in with his dads family-the mafia family. For some reason, he didn't like his British accent so he learned to speak in more of an America accent. But at times, it does slip out.

Now, I could hear it fluently.

This guy was a horrible drunk.

"I think you went past your limit mate," I imitated his British accent, reaching for the bottle only for him to stretch his arm to the side.

"I think you went past you limit mate blah blah blah blah. All that chit chats gonna get ya hurt," he mocked me in a squeaky voice before saying the last part in a creepy voice.

My eyes narrowed, snatching the bottle off him. "Did you just quote Joker from Suicide Squad?" A look came my way as he climbed on the coffee table. What was this guy doing?

"Huh. I thought Michael Jackson said that. Never mind."

Once again, I let out a laugh. Antonio jumped off the table, sitting on the couch before he started crying. The funny side of him was gone. I became serious, sitting down next to him as I gave him my shoulder to cry on.

"I just don't know what to do," he sobbed. "I'm probably never gonna see her again. Dad said I'm not allowed. I just don't understand why this is happening."

I pushed away all my sad memories, keeping a cold look on my face before it softened as I saw Antonio's face. "It'll be okay. You got the gang. And you can call her, Skype her whenever."

I suck at comforting people. Where was Cara when you need her?

He snuggled, taking a tissue from his pocket, blowing his nose. "I know. I just don't wanna go everyday without hugging her. Without her motherly comfort. I don't wanna go everyday without her. I turned to drinking," he told me. I looked down at the bottle I held in my hand. "It numbs the pain," he mumbled.

"Numbs the pain?" I asked. It was becoming harder and harder to push away all my emotions. I have Tyler, and Antonio and the gang. But my mind somehow drifts back to my old life.

Don't think about it Ari.

"Yeah. It makes me forget. It stops me from getting flashbacks, memories that I wish I could forget."

Before thinking twice, I took a gulp. The beverage stung my throat, making me cough. It hurt, and I felt...buzzed? My mind went fuzzy, and I felt myself loosen up.

I liked this feeling

Flashback ended.

Damien.