The Mob

Ch. 15 : Homesick

After me and the girl's talked. I went to my room. I pulled my suitcase out. I looked through my Mac.

I opened my photos and slowly tears formed in the corner of my eyes.

It was the pictures of my family. Of Leo, of Ale, of Mary, of my mom and of my dad. A picture of us all together at the beach.

Every picture I looked at reminded me of what I lost. My life, my family was ripped away from me. And I felt like I was forgetting them.

I can't lose them.

No.

I got up and went back to Charlie's apartment. I wiped my eyes. Being with him as he wraps me in his arms is going to soothe me.

A few minutes past by, when the door opened. I noticed it was Charlie. I placed my hands over his eyes. Just seeing him made me smile.

"Hey, you.", I whispered.

"Esme.",he chuckled as he pulled my hands of and kissed him. He spinned me around and tilted me laying a deep sweet kiss on my lips.

He grinned when I pushed away and kissed him on the cheek.

"What are you doing here?",he asked me in that italian accent as he sat down on the couch looking up at me.

"The girls went out. So I thought we could have fun.",I told him as I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.

We could do some much. We can talk about our dreams, tell stories and laugh the night away. And all these tears would disappear.

"I. I actually can't.",he said trying to be gentle, but to me it felt like my heart grew a crack that threatened to spread. I'm to face my torn life. My memories that torture me with their constant reminder that I might never be able to go back home.

"Please, Charlie?",I asked starting to pout. I was on the verge of crying.

"I'm sorry, Esme. I can't. I have to get dressed for dinner.",he told me as he started getting up.

"Then can I join you?",I asked following him in to his bedroom.

"No.",he told me sharply which made the crack spread. He never raised his snapped at me. How can he look at me and leave to drown in the dark abyss of my memories.

"Why?",I asked as him went into the bathroom and shutting the door. I think at least needed to know why he wouldn't take me.

"It's too dangerous for you.",he responded as soon as he was done.

He put on his pants and then his shirt. I came over to him to help him put on his tie.

"How long are you going to be gone?",I asked as I finished with his tie. I don't why, but there was a spark of hope in me. Maybe he'll be back early.

"I don't know. I'm probably be coming back really late. Don't wait up.",he told me and kissed me on the forehead.

As he shut the door, a tear broke through. I felt so alone.

I started thinking about my friends, of my family. How Leo always teased me, but always beat up people who insult me. How my mom and dad always tried giving what I want. They would listen to me when I had something to say. My brothers and sister would play hide and seek when we were little. I remember when my mom would make hot chocolate and pancakes in the morning. My dad would put the tv on cartoons and we would sit together laughing at the cartoons while eating breakfast. I can still remember the smell of the hot chocolate and the feeling of being safe and content.

I remember when my friends would bring food and drinks to school to celebrate special days. We would bring each something and we would laugh together. We always messed around and tease each other. They were my closest friends. They were always at my side, when I needed them. When I'm sad, and they would ask me what's wrong. I would tell them nothing and I'm alright. They would try to cheer me up. They would defend me. They were my friends and I missed them. Ya, Julisa, Elisabetha(Jenny), and Sandra were my bestest friends, but they weren't the only ones.

After two hours of sobbing, I pulled my self together. I walked to Charlie's bed and slipped under the covers. This was my fault and my problem. I'm going to handle the situation. Even if it kills me.