Sienna's POV
3 days passed since the dinner with Adwells.
Since then I was feeling an immense change in my mood.
I liked the new, fresh change. It made me feel better. Alive even.
I was just walking home from Cheryl's house. My eyes found their way to the sky above.
The moon shines bright in the night sky. A beautiful gem in the darkness. The stars twinkle beside the moon, none of them as bright as it. The moon is full, radiant as ever. Though it will disappear soon, it will still be there.
I take a deep breath and a florid scent fills my nose. I observe clumps of bushes, barely visible alongside the fences of someone's property.
The moon starts to fade, not as bright as it was. The sounds of the night get quieter snd quieter. The darkness lightens. The wind begins to rest. The trees stop swaying and are now still.
I halt when I hear rustling in the alleyway. I'm not fazed.
I turn my head and sigh.
For fucks sake. Not again.
I step closer. "Are you fucking serious?"
The figure jumps and spins around.
"Sienna!"
"Hello to you too, Alex." I raise my brow.
His head drops.
"You look terrible," I comment.
He sarcastically chuckles. "Thank you."
"You have to stop. Immediately."
He shakes his head. "You don't know everything, you only see half the picture."
"I know enough to understand what you're doing is wrong" I stood shivering in the cold. My wool hoodie barely protected me from the numbing cold, but I could care less.
"And what is it you believe I'm doing exactly?"
"Doing fucking drugs and destroying yourself with them!" I struggled to make out his figure in the night, barely seeing a shadow behind the light that pierced through the night and illuminated me.
"I...I..." He sighed. His fingers grabbed onto his hair and slightly pulled. "I can't fucking stop. It's even worse while I'm here. With parents, Kane, and Lili. All of them asking about college and my life all the time. Proudly telling their friends about their golden, oldest boy." His voice shook. "Now the fucking dealer won't stop fucking contacting me. I wanted to cut it off. But he won't let me. And my fucking addiction won't fucking let me."
My heart skips a beat. "What do you mean he won't let you?"
"He is fucked up. Here." He points at his head. "He has only 2 clients. One of them is me. And he won't let go of his money maker. That asshole threatened me he would find my family."
I shake my head. "He is bluffing. He's desperate for money that's why he says that--"
"I don't want to risk it!" Alex sobs. "I can't. I don't care if he is or isn't. I'm not risking to see if that is true or not."
I nod. "Okay yeah. What about the police?"
He snorts. Wiping his tears away. "They might or might not help. Nonetheless, I would be going behind the bars with that asshole."
Fuck.
"Shit, I'm sorry." I try to think hard. I can't let Kane's brother end up like this. I have to do something. Anything. I already feel guilty enough.
"Dumb idea. Maybe yes. But you are really close with Kane maybe even your parents. Why don't you try to talk? It's about your and their safety. Forget about paying them for college or being the perfect golden boy. Be honest. They must understand."
He leaned onto an alleyway wall. His hands visibly shaking. From stress? Cold? Drugs?
"No. Please anything but that."
"Why?" I'm the one pleading now.
"I can't--"
"Then let me do it--"
"I SAID NO!" Alex yelled while furiously looking at me. He heavily breathed.
"Calm your fucking tits." I frown. No one will shout at me for no reason.
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah, you should."
"Damn, you are mean when you want to be."
"You know what? I am not as mean as I would like to be," I said. "In the words of Anne Shirley - 'If you only knew all the things I want to say and don't, you'd give me some credit.'"
Alex snickered.
He kept silent for a while just to say, "You know. Perhaps there is something you could do after all."
I snorted. "I'm flattered."
He sighed his mood changing to a serious one. "Just be there for me, alright? I will try as much as I can to stop myself from doing something I would regret later, otherwise, I will try to contact you so you could give me a good slap and reality check."
I gave him a small reassuring smile. "That is something I'm good at."
"Being there for others?"
"Slapping..."
He chuckles. "Good enough."
"Thank you, Sienna."
"Yeah."
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I walk inside my house after trying to find the keyhole to unlock the doors in the dark.
When I made sure Alex was good to go on his own I did too.
I lazily set my shoes next to other pairs.
I started to make my way to my room but framed photos caught my eye. I halted and faced the photos.
From wedding photos to baby me and family vacations.
It's crazy how some portray their life as something perfect and aesthetically pleasing on social media but some do in their real life too.
At first glance, one would say 'how adorable family'. I set one of our framed photos down when taking a clear look at it. Oh, how far from the truth they are.
I always thought how fucked it was when we played our roles acting to be 'the' family when we had guests or we were the guests in others' homes.
But what else is there to do?
I moved but other photos caught my eye. I didn't realize we had this many.
My eyes zeroed on a particular one. Me with my sperm donor.
I used to give my dad hugs without it being awkward, used to be a daddy's girl, used to genuinely spend time with him, and now I barely talk to him...
Same with my mom.
It's a weird concept to wrap my head around.
If the photos didn't exist I would forget both of their smiles. Hell, if it wasn't for some people I wouldn't remember mine too.
I give myself and my thoughts 1 more minute before gathering myself and walking to my room.
I look down at my phone when it lights up with a notification. It's Alex telling me he got safely home and no one heard him.
I might have threatened him if he wouldn't he would have 2 people going after him.
It might as well sound fucked up in his situation but he laughed so I didn't care.
Now I'm wondering. Alex has me to talk to. Kane has Dom and Dom has Kane. Cheryl has me. But do I have anyone?
Anyone to listen and maybe even know, and understand how I'm feeling?
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A.N.:
Cheryl: *crying in the corner* Me! I'M RIGHT HERE!
Author: Sorry girl I gotta play on the feelings you know. Nothing personal.
Anyways... *cough* Thanks for reading and hopefully the next chapter will be set on a much more bright note. *wink*