Sister of the Bad Boys

21

Pain

Pain

Pain

That's all I felt

I had been lied to for the past few years. My parents death wasn't natural...it was an assassination. Somebody wanted my parents dead, and succeeded. My shaky hands dropped the iPad on the floor and I forced my feet to carry me upstairs to my room. I ignored the callings from my brothers.

I don't want to talk to anyone. I'm one of those people who keep their feelings to themselves. I don't like opening up. I'm one of those people who would cry in my bedroom, or in the bathroom, then walk out smiling as if nothing happened. And right now, I'm one of those people who hate feelings.

Feelings hurt.

After closing my door, my feet took me to my bed before I collapsed. No tears came out. I just felt.....numb. This feeling was taking me back to how I felt when I found out they died.

I hated that feeling.

Flashback

"Dam-Dam, Danny, Dami! Someone's at the door." My 14 year old self screamed from the couch.

"Why are you screaming my name, I'm right here," Daniel groaned, covering his ear. I rolled my eyes, he's exaggerated.

"Daniel open the door!" We heard Damien shout from the kitchen. Daniel groaned again as I jumped on his back. He shook his head, muttering something about me being immature. We got to the door and opened it to reveal...an officer?

"Hello, Are you Damien Decrola?" He asked, a British accent present in his voice.

"No, that's my older brother. Can I help you?" Daniel replied as I leaned my chin on his shoulder.

"There is.... something I need to tell you..about your parents," he said, taking his hat off. Whenever an officer does that, it's because...somebody has died. By the look on Daniel's face, I think he knew too.

"Who's at the doo..." Damon came towards us but stopped his sentence as soon as he saw who was at the door.

"May I come in, there is a lot I need to tell you." Daniel nodded and the man came in. We showed him to the lounge. He sat down, Daniel me and Damon sitting down. Damien entered the room with a confused expression but sat down.

"Yesterday, at 11:57 pm, then jet your parents were on went off the radar, and parts of it were found at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. Their bodies have not been found, but they are assumed and most likely" the police officer stopped to take a breath and my breathing stopped, "dead."

The breath I had been holding was let out. My parents.....were...dead....

"This must be some sort of joke right. You're surely prancing us right," I assured mostly myself but I saw the pity in his eyes.

"I am terribly sorry." My brothers shook his hand and the officer bid them goodnight. I was already in my room, sitting on my bed, no tears coming from my eyes.

I sat there

Alone.

I blocked out the shoutings of my brothers downstairs. I couldn't care less about them arguing. There is one thing I need right now

My parents

The one thing I need, but I can't have.

I want my mum next to me, stroking my hair as we both laid down on the bed, whilst my dad told us stories of his adventures.

I didn't feel angry..or sad...or frustrated.

I felt......empty.

Flashback ends

"Squirell..." I heard the voice of Damien. I felt the bed dip down, and a plate of cheesecake was put on the desk.

I don't want cheesecake right now

I want my mom

I want my dad

"We're gonna find them, and make they pay. I promise you that. Everything is going to be ok."

That's when I felt something. Anger

"NO DAMIEN. STOP LYING TO ME! NOTHING IS GOING TO BE OK ANYMORE!" I yelled, pushing him away. "A month ago, my life was ok. I was living happily, with my brothers. Despite our parents gone, I was happy. And then everything goes to shoe! I find out you guys are in a gang. Some weird Italian gang leader is after me. I was kidnapped and chained to a bed for a week. I saw my cousin get brutally beaten up and it was my fault. I had a gun to my head Damien, a gun to my HEAD! And then I find out that someone purposely wanted our parents dead! None of that is ok Damien! NONE OF IT!"

He looked hurt, as I pushed him away. All he did was wrap his arms around me as I had my mental breakdown. I didn't have the strength to fight anymore. I let him hold me as I cried into his shirt.

I don't know what to do anymore

I don't know what to do