St Leonards - Kiara

Kiara Antonova - 17 Years Old

My head hurts.

Geez, what did I do? Was the smack I took laced with something? Fuck, I would need to shit on Marcos if that was the case. Normally my highs have me floating, but this made me feel strange and giggly. The happy sensation wasn’t there this time.

I sit up and see three pairs of eyes staring at me; Icy blue laced with disappointment, Dull brown filled with judgement, and lovely green looking terrified.

My uncle Dimitri, his wife Amaranthe, and Matteo, my older brother. Well. step-brother, but I didn’t care about blood when it came to him.

Did they see me high? What did I do to warrant these stares? Fuck, did I tell them anything I shouldn’t have?

I sit up and realize that I wasn’t even in my own room; this was Matteo’s room. “What happened?” I ask, my voice breaking and throat parched. Dimitri rests his elbows on his knees and laces his fingers underneath his chin; “You shot up in my home,