Eli POV.
It was already dark outside when I threw myself on the bed. It was way too soft, compared to the ones I was used to. I couldn't help the memories coming back. It had been so long since I'd seen those eyes, and even tho I knew they weren't hers, my dumbass brain connected Alessandro's to those grey eyes I learned to fear.
I was going to sleep soon, so dug out my phone and once again called my little brother.
"Hey E!" Diego called as he saw my face.
"Hiya little D," I called back with a smirk.
"Shut up," he said pouting.
"What's it like there? You haven't run away yet have you?" Diego asked half-joking.
"Still very much here," I answered with a groan.
"By the way, when I said they were loaded, it doesn't even begin to describe this shit," I said turning the camera around to show Diego.
"Holy shit!" he screamed with a huge grin.
"Yeah, you aren't leaving that place. When can I move in?" he teased with a smirk.
"I hope I won't have to leave, but I still feel bad about leaving you, you know?" I said with a sad smile.
"We went over this you whore! You didn't have a choice," Diego said in a serious tone.
"I know. It's still so fucking stressful. I have no idea what they want me to do or say, and I really need a smoke right now," I rambled.
"Check your backpack's inner pocket," Diego grinned knowingly.
"You didn't!" I exclaim as I ran to my bag.
Sure enough, in the inner pocket, there were four blunts, six pills, and a pack of ciggies. I was in heaven, even tho I didn't take pills so much anymore.
"Dude I love you so much right now," I said scrambling to find my lighter.
Diego just laughed, as I threw the context of the bag all around the room. When I found it he started talking:
"Take a long drag, it's the good stuff..."
I gave him a deathly glare.
"...or so I've heard, and relax, go to sleep and call me tomorrow," Diego ended with a playful smirk.
Of course, I knew he smoked. He was a fucking drug dealer, but I didn't like it. that's why I made sure he only had to sell in emergencies. I sent him enough money for him to survive, but I knew he still had to do that shit.
"Bye-bye," I said with a blunt between my lips and a grin on my face.
"Goodnight," he responded making a heart with his fingers, which I returned, before ending the call.
I opened the glass door to the balcony and stepped out. It was a bit chilly, but I knew that the smoke would warm me up.
I climbed on the railing and let my feet hang over the yard. I could see New Yorks's lights somewhere over the woods, as I brought the lighter to my lips.
I slowly pulled out the burner phone I had gotten from Carlos. I would keep it under my mattress for situations just like this.
The phone rang three times before a familiar voice picked up.
"Waddup Eli," Carlos called from the other side of the line.
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Eli Borrelli
General FictionHave you ever looked up to the night sky and wished you weren't alive anymore? Have you tried to list reasons to keep fighting, but not come up with any? When you did, how did you survive? Sixteen years earlier, the Borrelli family had their sixth c...