𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎

𝟕.𝟎𝟎

"I can't do this."

Four days later, now two days until Mattia's birthday. The tall boy sighed but then smiled softly when he thought about Alejandro.

The two boys, who were now dating still continued to keep a secret from each other.. or at least Mattia did. When Alejandro told Mattia about him being in a gang Mattia knew that he couldn't just come clean to the older boy. Mattia would use foundation to cover up the the tattoo of his gang sign, just to be safe.

It was against rules for different gang or mafia boss's to have any type of relationship, even if they were just friends. It hurt Mattia that he had to keep his life a secret from the shorter boy but if he told him they would most likely never talk again. And Mattia couldn't risk that.

Mattia was currently at home, washing his face in his bathroom. In two days he would have to do what he feared most.. watch his parents and brother die.. no not just watch them die, he would have to be the cause of their death. But he had a plan to save Gian. He knew there wasn't any hope left for his parents, but he still had time to save his brother.

'It's just to prove and show your dominance, Mattia.' 'You're not a pussy.. right?' 'Stop second guessing yourself, three shots and it'll all be over.' 'Mattia you don't need them.' 'Once you're eighteen you'll be fine on your own.' 'Do you not remember when your dad used to beat you for being gay until you had to lie and say you weren't?' 'And when he would beat you so hard, you blacked out and your mother and brother did nothing to stop it? They brought this on themselves, Mattia.' 'The boys and I will be at your house at one in the morning on the seventeenth to help you get rid of the bodies.'

Kairi's words stabbed at the tall boy violently. He didn't wanna do this. But if it meant keeping his reputation, then so be it. He grabbed his face wash and poured some into his hand. He put the bottle down and rubbed the soap in between his hands, then scrubbing at his face with his rough bare hands.

He rinsed off the soap and sighed before looking up at himself in the mirror. Who was he? "I can't do this." He growled softly and turned off the sink water. He grabbed his small hand towel and dried off his face. He walked back into his room and laid down on his bed. Two more days. Two more days and his life will be a wreck.

A few hours passed by and Mattia just laid there, emotionless as thoughts raced through his mind. He would have no family left. Sure, he had family up in Italy but that was too far for him to travel alone. He planned his way of being able to kill them the quickest and easiest without any suffering or noise.

He soon had an idea of what he wanted to do. He couldn't even believe himself right now. But that's what happens when you have a twisted and dirty mind. It doesn't help when you grew up killing small animals and watching death take them away either.

He sat up and ran a hand through his hair when he heard his mother call him upstairs for dinner. He got to his feet and walked up the steps, dragging himself almost. When he got to the table he sat down and picked at his food, only eating the pieces of chicken that were perfectly cooked, which were very few.

He grabbed his roll off of the dinner table and went back downstairs to his room, not bothering to talk to his family. He didn't even look at them. The pain he was putting on himself was unbearable. He ate the roll and went straight to bed, hoping sleep would do him some justice.