«TRISTAN'S POINT OF VIEW» "Tristan, what are you doing here. You left two hours ago" Sean opened the door of his flat and I ambled in without saying a word. I went straight to the living room and he hounded behind me. "Are you alright?" He catechized as we finally stopped, his gaze went down my cluttered form, swelling eyes, and racked hair. He extended his hand to touch me but my body reacted on its own as I move back, shifting away from his touch and I didn't miss the excruciation that glimmered in his eyes while an awful feeling erected inside of me. "What's going on, did something happen?" his voice was latched with derail, bother. "I know I said I will not pressure you in telling me anything about your past and am sorry am going back on my words but I want you to tell me everything before I vault to a verdict," I let out gradually, my eyes staring directly through his and once again, his body tensed and

"Here's your drink" I lifted my head at the voice and accepted the cup of coffee from Jarvis who sat on the opposite side of me on the table. I took a sip and let the herby taste gush freely down my throat. I placed it down on the table and went back to scribbling on my notebook, blocking out my surrounding as I solved the math equation again and again and for the nth time, I got it inaccurately, I grunted, throwing the pen away and pushed the books away from me, ignoring the anxious look Jarvis was giving me. I threw my head back and wiped my face with my palms, breathing harshly in vexation. I grabbed the cup of coffee and gulped the warm liquid down my throat. "Calm down man" Jarvis enunciated as I put the cup down with a loud thud. Fortunately for it, it didn't break. "I can't do it," I announced, scowling at the Notebook that seemed to be my greatest foe at the moment. Jarvi

"I have three sisters, and two brothers, Gabriel is younger than me. My parents used to rule the biggest Mafia in Mexico, we did everything illegal and its leadership is passed from father to son, the strongest and bravest son, it doesn't matter who's the oldest or the youngest. As soon as we get to the age of seven, we are exposed to the underworld, taught everything we needed to know about survival, undergo training, and at fourteen, we can finally have our first kill. It was scary and they got everything recorded and let us watch the type of monsters that we are but they didn't let us recover, we were exposed to a battlefield where we killed to survive, We killed without blinking. I met Jean and Lyndon at fifteen, they were siblings and were from another mafia, a smaller one. I tried keeping  Gabriel away when he got to fourteen, I didn't want him to be part of our messed up world, I agreed to do anything as long as he wasn't exposed to killing at that age which I paid the u

"Since you would be having an extra shift today, I decided to make you something" I tried to lighten the mood as I placed the lunch box on the table and shifted it towards him, he stared at it before his grey eyes went up to meet mine and his lips curved into a teasing smile and his gaze averted to my hands, I consciously hid them behind my back, away from his sight. "You hurt yourself trying to make this, didn't you?" He inquired and I chuckled nervously. "It's nothing serious, nothing to worry about" I quickly opened the lunch box and grinned widely, proud that I did some out but Sean wasn't staring at the food, he was gazing at my fingers that had blisters from burnt. I watched as he stood up from his seat and walked around the table to my side, he grabbed my hand and I flinch at the pinch that shot through me. "It's fine," I said, trying to draw back my hand but he held it firm and grabbed me over to his chair, he sa

I ignored the intense gaze Sean was giving me as I wrapped his knuckles with a bandage and dried his hair with a towel. It had been more than an hour since we came back and I made him take a shower and sat him down on the toilet and cleaned his injuries without saying a word while he continued to gawk down at me and finally, he spoke. "You are mad at me" Was I mad?  Oh yes, I was mad but it wasn't enough to suppress the sadness I felt in my chest, knowing I would have lost him if we had arrived later. "No" I answered, putting the towel away as I finished drying his wet hair. I wheeled to leave the bathroom but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back and I ended up falling on his lap and his hands circled my waist, holding and trapping me in place. "Am sorry" "Am disappointed Sean" I spoke. How could he do that? Lyndon nearly died, as much as the guy was a