Salvatore;“Uncle? “I call as I walk back into my living room, and Uncle Aldo turns to me. “Come with me. “I say as I lead him to my office. I do not feel comfortable conversing with him in the living room.Once inside, I hear him shut the door behind us, and finally, he speaks.“Is there something I should know, Sal? “He questions, and I exhale as I turn to look at him. Meanwhile, his face is as stoic as ever.“Is there something you think I should tell you? “I reply, and he raises a brow.“Don’t be smart with me, boy. I know you. You’re my brother’s child remember. And you’re a lot like him. “He replies, and I cross my arms across my chest as I stare at my uncle who is almost the same height as me.“Meaning? “I demand, and he sighs.“Meaning I can easily sense when you do something that is out of character. “He replies, and I raise a brow. “Out of character? “I question, and he stares at me in silence for a moment.“You don’t easily care for people, Salvatore. And even if you do, i
David;“Ugh… “I groan in thick exhaustion as I rub my eyes. They feel incredibly heavy and difficult to open. I slowly pull them open, and when my eyes land on the sparkly chandelier above me, my brain registers the headache in my head. My head feels so heavy, it seems lifting it would be difficult. My mouth is bitter and feels like sandpaper. I feel like shit. And I need to peep…. And maybe puke?I groan as I pull myself into a sitting position and hold my throbbing head.“How much did I drink…? “I mutter as I try to find some relief from this intense headache, and that’s when I hear his voice. “A lot. “I look up in alarm, and he’s standing there beside the door. I groan as the sudden movement makes me feel nauseous. So, I stop and keep my eyes on him. Scared of agitating my system anymore. He’s in grey sweatpants and a white singlet that shows off his build and tattoos. His hair is down and frames his face. He looks like a hot mess. The most casual I’ve ever seen him.I watch him
David;I groan as I’m woken by knocking on the door. I sit up and rub my eyes in exhaustion.“Yeah? “I call, and a maid’s voice replies.“Good morning, sir. Mr. Salvatore has sent me to tell you to come down for breakfast. “She says, and I stretch before turning to the digital clock on the bedside table and find that it’s 8:00 am.“I’ll be down in a bit. ““Alright. “She replies, and I sigh in the silence. That's when it dawns on me. It worked… Salvatore’s disgusting potion worked. I don’t feel hungover anymore. The headache and sluggishness is gone. He was right! Not that I’d ever admit it,Besides, I’m starving. Maybe I’ll thank him at breakfast. From a safe distance. I can’t have him trying anything funny.I yawn and stretch some more before getting off the bed. I grab my phone and find a text from Vanessa. It’s an image. I open it and see a picture of her and a nurse.- I made a new friend today. -I smile at the message.-You’re such a gem. Who wouldn’t want to be your friend? -
David;Salvatore looks at me over his cup, and I clench my teeth tighter. Any tighter, and I might shatter my jaw. So, this is how he wants to play? Fine! I look away from him, and finally, maids pour into the room. They spread food all over the table, and I let my mind indulge in the smell of sweet food to distract myself from the blinding rage I’m feeling. There are croissants & brioche, fruit platter, fruit juice, coffee, and… I feel a sudden burst of excitement when I see it, and suddenly some of my anger vanishes. Chocolate cake!My mouth begins to water and I begin to search my mind for the last time I ate chocolate cake. It’s been so long since I had it. I watch from under my lashes as Salvatore fills his plate with a few pastries and fills his cup with more tea. Lucas begins to reach for the chocolate cake, and my heart veins to thud in annoyance. I swear to God, if he touches that cake, I will FLIP this table… Even though it’s probably twice my weight.I watch his hand move
Salvatore:“Seriously? 24 hours? Are you guys shitting me? “Lucas says as we walk into my office, and I walk over to my window. There, I see David who took permission to go on a stroll. I know he asked for it cause he didn’t want to be under the same roof with Lucas and me for much longer.“Are you even listening to me!? “Lucas's voice breaks through my thoughts, and I nod.“Yeah. “I reply, and Lucas walks over to me and stands beside the window. He leans against the wall, and even though my eyes are on David, I can see him.“Do you really think he can do it? He stared at that video for like 5 seconds and somehow, he was so confident that he could find the guy. “Lucas says, and I sigh.“Honestly, I don’t know if he can do it. I know that he has his way with computers, but it’s the first time he offered to help. I can’t turn him down. “I say, and Lucas sighs.“I’ll send you a copy of the video. Do your investigation, but keep it under wraps. “I add before looking back at David, and I w
David;“Ugh… “I groan as I sit down. I spent the past few minutes trying to help this bird with its wing. I noticed it was broken, so I had to try to help it. If I left it alone, who knows what would have happened to it. I gently set it down on the table in Salvatore's room, and sit on the chair in front of it.“Don’t worry. You’ll be back to your old self in no time. “I say to it like it can understand me, and when I reach out to rub its head, it nuzzles into my touch. Causing me to smile. I didn’t expect to gain its trust so easily. I have shown it a bit of care, and now it’s not weary of me. How is it so sure I won’t hurt it?Is this what Salvatore and my relationship is? In just a matter of days, my view has changed about him. I find my views on him changing even though I don’t know much about him. How am I sure he won’t hurt me? Is he trying to fix me like I’m doing with this bird? Or… Did he just see something he liked and thought he deserves to keep me?I sigh again in frustrat
Salvatore:I could see what he was doing from the system in my office. I installed a mirroring bug in both his phone and the laptop I gave him. I didn’t do that cause I don’t trust him. I did it cause I know he doesn’t trust me. I need to be aware of everything going on with him now that he’s under my care, but his distrust for me will hold him back from telling me. So… I had to do what I’ve done.I watched the entire process of him hunting down this guy, and I am beyond impressed. He stepped into the dark and was somehow able to navigate the uncertainties. He managed to whip this guy out of thin air in just 3 hours. Lucas is still busy hunting based on the tattoo, and David… Without thinking, I rush into the room after David is done, but when he sees me, I see that his face is pale. The is so much fear and uncertainty in his beautiful eyes as those violet orbs stare at me. I had just asked him a question, but instead of him to answer, he tries to hide his notebook behind him. I take
David;Throw Back:“I… I think I like you… “I say. My voice is barely above a whisper as I’m afraid of what will happen… How he will react?“Yeah. I like you too, man. “Jasper replies, as he punches my arm and I swallow before looking up into his honey-brown eyes.“No… Not like that. I mean… I like… Like you. As in… More than… a friend…? “I reply, and I watch his smile drop.“Stop joking, David. It’s not funny. “He laughs, and I gulp.“I’m not joking Jasper. I… I mean it. I feel happy when you’re around, I’m always happy to be around you, I enjoy your company more than I enjoy mine. I… Have a crush on you, Jasper. “I confessed, and his laughter dropped completely. Silence fell upon the backyard as I stared at my best friend.“What rubbish are you saying, David! “He exclaims as he rushes to his feet, and I immediately sit on my calves. Too afraid to dare to stand.“I know something was bothering you, and I probed you to tell me, but I was not expecting this! We’ve been best friends for
Lucas;He soon turns to us, and on seeing me in a wheelchair, his eyes grow wide as he stands to his feet. Towering in the middle of the room, like a threat that can destroy almost anything.“Lucas?? Why are you in a wheelchair?!” He demands, and I shut my eyes in exhaustion at the anger I hear in his voice.I was wrong. That’s going to take a lot to pacify. I massage my forehead as David wheels me closer to him.“Don’t yell, Elias. You’ll give me a fucking headache.” I groan, and soon I’m positioned opposite the chair he was on. However, David doesn’t leave. He doesn’t make to either.“Give me an explanation, Lucas!” Elias scolds, and the next thing I feel is David’s hand possessively placed on my shoulder.“He asked you not to yell!” He snaps at Elias, and I freeze in surprise. Elisa looks up at him, and I do too, but he doesn’t look at me.“And you are?” Elias questions rather disrespectfully, and I turned back to glare at him. “Mind your tone, Elias.” I correct, and he looks at
Lucas;The drive back home was hell. David wouldn’t look me in the eyes, and Sal was oddly quiet. David feels guilty. I know it. It’s written all over him, and I can not help but feel like the biggest fuck in the entire freaking planet. I kissed him. Against his will. Out of the freaking blue like a fucking rapist.He belongs to Sal. I know that. He and Sal are the couple. Bumpy as they may be, they belong together.I have no place in this mix, and yet somehow I have managed to kiss both men in a matter of days. It’s disgusting to think about. How weak and grey my morals are. If David finds out I kissed Sal, heaven alone knows how he’ll take it. And if Sal finds out I kissed David!? It’s going to be chaos. I’m going to ruin everything. I’m going to fucking destroy everything.My friendship with Sal,David’s shot at happinessSal’s shot at happiness…Maybe I should just leave. I think it’s best I do. For years, I’ve been able to hide my feelings for Sal, but things aren’t the
Salvatore;It’s been hours. And the more time drags by, the slower it seems. David has been quiet. His knees are bouncing anxiously, and he bites his nails. I know he has questions… and fears. But he knows this is not the place to ask them. Neither does he have the courage to ask, and for that I’m slightly grateful.I do not know how to explain to him that I love him but at the same time am attracted to my bestfriend… Maybe even more than attracted to him. The more I think of it, the more questions pop up in my mind. What if all these years, the urge I felt to protect him… The peace I always got in his presence… The urge to see him often… How he’s always been able to reach through my self-hate and make me feel human– How I let him do it. What if it was deeper than just friendship?Now that I think about it, I never liked seeing anyone with Lucas. That’s another reason I dislike that Elias guy. It’s not like Lucas dated a lot… He only ever got in one relationship, and it didn’t la
Salvatore;I blink at him in silence as his words replay in my head. A swarm of emotions that are stronger than my heart hit me, and I can feel the pain in my chest.“W-what?”I mutter, and he breaks down again.“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m… I… Sal, I'm sorry…” He sobs, and I don’t know what to do.I don’t know how to feel.At first, I feel betrayed, but then again… I’ve also kissed Lucas.Why did David kiss him? What is going on between them? Is… is David gravitating towards Lucas? Is he… is he replacing me with Lucas?“I…I swear it… I didn’t mean it, Sal…” he cries as he covers his face again in shame, and I swallow.Why am I not mad? Why is it fear I feel instead? Fear of David’s feelings for me slowly changing…“Do… do you hate me?” He croaks, and my heart breaks.His pain hurts me. I shouldn’t let him feel so guilty over something I’ve also done. “Do… do you love him?” The words slip past my lips before I can stop them, and David stares at me in stunned silence.His crimson eyes
Salvatore;David has been pacing for the past two minutes. He hasn’t sat down, hasn’t stopped pacing, and hasn’t stopped fumbling with his thumbs. On our drive here, he explained to me how they got attacked and how Lucas begged him not to be taken to a hospital. I understand that. Lucas hates hospitals. His mother had died in one. And it’s not as simple as it sounds. Her death was something that could have totally been avoided. Her death was something caused because someone was careless. His mother was admitted for a simple surgery, something that should have sent her home smiling the next day. But a simple surgery cost her her life, and Lucas his mom. A tired nurse injected the woman with an antibiotic she was allergic to, even though that detail was clearly written on her medical chart, plain as day.Lucas's mother seized and collapsed, to her death, while the emergency team scrambled like clueless rats unable to save her. The worst part is that Lucas was there to see the whol
David;“Lu-Lucas?” “Shh… Just a minute…” He breathes, and I feel shivers run up and down my spine. His grip on me tightens, and my heart starts drumming like it would erupt out of my chest soon.Lucas’s face draws closer to mine, and instead of pulling away, I feel myself melting under the seductive heat of him. What am I doing??“You’re a pretty little thing, you know that?” He breathes, and I feel goosebumps rise along my skin.I move my other hand and place it on his shoulder, but it stays there… it doesn’t push him away. “You’re tempting too… It’s dangerous… Makes it hard for me to think…” He whispers as his eyes move from my eyes down to my lips, and I feel my body begin to respond to him… To how close we are.“Lucas.. You’re… you’re bleeding…” I try to regain control, but even my voice is weak. Why am I sounding like this? Feeling like this? Like a part of me has wanted this for a while.“You belong to Sal… I know that… I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I shouldn’t even thin
David;“You’re panicking.” He jokes, but I ignore him. “Shut up!”He scoffs as he winces again, and I look up at him with worry biting away at my mind.“I’m sorry…” I whisper as I take another gauze, but it soaks right through. He made me sneak him in, so Mrs. Lana wouldn’t see his wound. Sal is probably still asleep, and I’m here with Lucas in his room. Fumbling with my heart ramming in my throat. “The bleeding won’t stop…” I mumble in a panic as I take multiple gauze pads this time, and the buffoon laughs. He laughs!“Ugh… Look at me wasting a talent blood banks would love to welcome.” He jokes, and I glare up at him. “It’s not funny!” I scold before looking back down at the wound.My mind is blank. My thoughts are all over the place. What if he dies from blood loss??? I could try to stitch him myself, but I’m not a fucking Doctor, and this looks bad. What if the knife hit an organ?“I was stupid to listen to you. I should have taken you to a hospital. They probably need to stit
David;I crouch between the cars, peeking out as Lucas marches over the two thieves like some fearless action hero.It’s all fists and groans, and I watch with magnetic attention as Lucas fights like it’s something he’s been doing his whole life. It looks so easy for him, and although it’s two against one, I can already see that the two thieves are already getting tired. And the guy on the ground still hasn’t gotten up. Did I actually kill him!??My grip tightens on the car at the thought of being responsible for someone’s death, and I swallow.“What are you? A fucking wrestler!?” One of the guys yells at Lucas before Lucas plants a heavy blow in the guy's guts, and I smirk in satisfaction as I enjoy the show. Perhaps, he didn’t need my help all along…It’s almost too easy. The way he dodges punches and counterattacks… It’s like a scene from a fucking action movie. It’s so entertaining, I’m so close to starting to jump and cheer for him.I’m busy watching the display with a huge gri
David;“You are quite a character, you know that?” Lucas questions as we walk out of the mall, and my brows knot.“Why? What did I do?” I question, and he raises a brow before looking down at the bags in my hands.“Mrs. Lana sent us out to get just three things. Three things, David. And you went around shopping for art supplies.” He replies, and I smile sheepishly at him with a small shrug.“What? You had the money, and I needed a few things.” I reply, and he huffs.“Oh. I have the money. You didn’t even buy anything you can wear or eat… If you were going to max out my card on food, I honestly wouldn’t mind. But pencils and watercolours??” He rages, and I roll my eyes.“Oh, quit whining like a broke sugar daddy. I barely spent a hundred dollars…” I reply, and he scoffs.“A hundred and sixty dollars, little man. You spent $160 on pencils, charcoal… and what else did you buy?” He demands, and I stop walking. I turn to him with a hand on my waist.“Do you want me to repay you, Mom?” I fr