𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 ⁂ {𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪}

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mattia stands proud outside of his house, kairi close behind him. out the corner of mattia's eye he sees a dark figure in a grey mazda pull up in the driveway. the younger peers back at kairi cocking his head up to the door. he places one final kiss to mattia's lips and hurries for the front door, locking it behind him.

alvaro and alejandro step outside of the car, mattia's sitting down now, unbothered. "well well well," alejandro starts, "look at this pathetic faggot right here" and alvaro glares at the other. they inch closer and closer to mattia "i'm sure you're familiar with this guy, right?" and there he stands, alejandro with a small 20 caliber pistol. it's held taught in his hands, the muzzle in a 90 degree angle facing the ground.

mattia rolls his eyes.

alvaro speaks, "is kairi here?"

mattia stays silent.

alejandro slaps the pistol against his thigh, raising his voice. "he said is kairi fucking here?!" ale slides forward just a little more, mattias grip on the gun between his legs tightening. he's calm and suave when he orders "don't talk to me like that" he has his head held low. alvaro scoffs and looks at ale who's cackling "or else what sissy boy?"

again, mattia is silent.

alejandro signals alvaro back to the car. he hops in the drivers seat ready to take off whenever. alejandro raises his hand.

kairi's in the house. he can only hear the faint mumble of the voices outside. he's too scared to even look out the window. "i hope mattia's okay.." he thinks aloud, he can hear an escalating argument and all he can really make out of it is someone chanting "shoot me!" over and over.

he's about to give in and disobey mattia's wishes when he hears a bang...

and the sound of a body dropping to the ground...