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08|| Sickness

"I'm so afraid to tell people how I feel because I fear rejection, so I bury it deep inside me where it only destroys me more"

• Matteo DeLuca •

All the italics between Matteo and Sergio are Italian but I'm just too lazy to translate.

♔

Zeek throws himself down onto the sofa with a loud and annoying sound leaving his mouth. "I'm so fucking tired" Zeek complained loudly.

I roll my eyes at his antics. "You just woke up" I reply dryly as Evelyn enters the living room.

"Ace just left" she informs us as she picks her bag off the table. "I'm going to be heading to the training center early" Her voice is low as she speaks.

No matter how hungover I was or how much I wanted to stay in bed, I know my father would never allow me. And so, I wake early with the worst hangover I've ever experienced, and ready myself for a long day at my fathers' office.

"Why?" Zeek's voice rings through.

"Not that it's any of your business but, Sergio called me in early saying he had something to discuss with me" She sighs dramatically as she pulls her bag strap over her shoulder.

"Seems old Serg wants to get in your pants," Zeek says cheekily from beside me causing my entire body to go stiff.

Evelyn's and I face contorts into a look of disgust and disbelief. Zeek begins to laugh uncontrollably as I and Evelyn stare at him.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Evelyn says through gags.

"You?! I came out his nutsack, I'm going to be sick" Zeek now is wheezing and holding his stomach at something I said.

Eve and I stare at him dryly.

"Who the fuck says...nutsack" I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose as Zeek coughs beside me.

"I think that's my queue to leave" Evelyn turns around shaking her head as she walks to the elevator, waits, then leaves.

I lean over, grab the nearest pillow, and chuck it at Zeek's big head. "You're a fucking idiot" As soon as the words leave my mouth he turns and throws the pillow at me.

♔

Twenty minutes after my 'pillow fight' that was more a 'who could strangle the other one for longer', my father texted me saying something about discussing something important.

And so, I am now in my black sports car, driving to my fathers' office. One day, I will get in a car crash with my horrendous driving skills.

I'm easily distracted when driving. It's either me paying attention to the people waking up and down the streets of New York or it's me zoning out thinking about how fucked my life is.

Resulting in my constant swerving and my slow driving. Meaning it takes longer for me to get somewhere since I'm driving ten under the speed limit. Once I arrive I waste no time getting through all the doors by scanning my palm.

My father has no patience so I try to hurry to his office since my driving takes time. As soon as I reach his office I spot his goons standing outside his door.