Who Are You? |DISCONTINUED|

🔸⚫🔷 Not Okay 🔷⚫🔸

It's 8AM, and Nico never came.

It's because he doesn't care about you.

It's probably because I hid so well. . . right?

Who are you trying to fool?

I take in a deep breath, I love Nico and he loves me.

When are you going to fix yourself, you mess?

I should go back to him. . .

Never go back, there's only pain there now!

He deserves to know I'm okay. . .

You won't be okay!

I'm not okay.

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"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME GO?! HE'S OUT THERE SOMEWHERE, HE NEEDS NE, AND I NEED HIM! LET GO OF ME!" I scream, tears flying.

It's been like this for a couple hours, but I can't give up. Leo never gave up on me. And I love him. Love makes people do crazy things.

"PAPÀ, PLEASE! I CAN'T JUST SIT BACK AND LET HIM GO!"

I begin sobbing again, "Papà, if it was Mamma out there and me holding you back, how would you feel? What would you do? Please, Papà, don't make me do this, I can't."

He sighed, "Nico, your mother is going to go out and look for him in an hour or two. Give it time. You're my son, and I won't allow you to endanger yourself, no matter who else it's for."

I shake my head. Father is strong, he won't break.

I relax my muscles, my left arm falling as far down as it can in Father's grip. My throat hurts, it's dry and it's raspy. My muscles ache from constant exertion in my struggling attempts to get my dad to let go.

Leo.

Leo.

Leo.

Leo.

Leo.

What else can I think about?

How could he just run away like that? I mean, I know why, but still. . . I guess love doesn't conquer all, like fairytales say.

I glance over at Jacie. She looks like she wants to say something but doesn't know what.

I shake my head at her, "It's okay." She looks down.

I look over at Mama, looking quite sleep-deprived at the table. I probably caused her so much stress.

I looked at Father's grasp on my arm. It's red and hurts now, even though he isn't holding on tightly. My shoulder hurts from keeping it up in the air.

"Papà, let me go, I'm not gonna run away." I say lightly, calmed down now. He doesn't trust me, or doesn't wanna take the chance, so he doesn't listen and holds onto my fragile arm tightly.

I sigh, realizing it's hardly been two minutes. I'm going to go insane.

"Father, please, just let me go, I won't escape, I promise. It's all just too much."

He glares down on me, but releases my arm. I pull it to me and rub it, then lean back on the couch cushions. Leo, Leo, Leo.

"Mama." I choke.

She looks over at me with half-closed eyes.

"I'm sorry I worried you." I say.

She smiles, "It's okay, ragazzino. I just love you, that's all."

I nod. I glance over at Jacie. She's looking at me, has been this whole time.

"I'm sorry to you too, Jacie. You just got here and you're caught up in all kinds of drama." I laugh sarcastically.

She shakes her head with a warm smile, "It's not your fault, Nico, don't apologize! It's okay."

It's okay. Her motto. Makes me question how much of this she actually believes is okay. How much of anything. How much of herself.

To me, at this point in time, nothing is okay.