A Sinful Addiction| Editing

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Slivio

My family is coming today.

They couldn't have come at the worst time. I don't want them to come, because then Leah has to leave and I don't want her to leave. "Are you sure you want to leave?" I ask her again, she just looks at me with those soft doe brown eyes.

Makes me wanna kill anyone who hurts her.

"I'm sure when your family comes over you're gonna wanna spend time with them. I'll spend time with mine too." She sends me a polite smile, shoving clothes in her bag.

"You have family around here?" I ask, she normally doesn't talk about her family at all. I know her mom is dead but that's it, I wonder if she has a sibling or not.

"I do, yeah." She whispered softly. She picked up her bags. She looked at me wrapping her arms around my waist. I wrap my arms around her tiny back, squeezing her gently.

Shoving my face in her hair, I lightly close my eyes taking in the hug. "What do I smell like?" She mumbled into my chest. Lightly inhaling part of her perfume.

"Strawberry and vanilla." I told her, I felt her smile. "That is my perfume and body wash. My body wash is strawberry and my perfume is vanilla." She shoves her head closer into my chest, trying to pull me closer.

I rub her back as her shirt slightly comes up to some long parts of her back. I rub her soft baby silk skin on her back. She freezes in my arms, I didn't realize why until I felt them.

She looks up at me. "I-I have to go." She pulls away from me walking out of the room. I'm too lost in thought to leave the room.

Why does she have them?

The doorbell rang pulling me out of my thoughts. Before I can even open the door my mother comes through. "Slivio!" She jumps in excitement hugging me.

My sister- Riley takes a whiff of the room, "What is that smell? Strawberry and vanilla, when did you start using actual good body wash? Normally it smells like men in here."

I don't say anything as everyone starts to come in. Of course he comes in next. George. He stands there, his ego is higher than he is right now.

"How are you doing son?" He pats me on the shoulder. I go to move his hand off my shoulder. "I'm not your son." I spat with venom in my voice.

"You need to leave right now, Figlio di puttana. You aren't my family." I turn around to face him. He finally moved his hand from my shoulder, pulling out a blunt from his pocket.

{Motherfucker}

"Come on! That was ages ago, you need to get over it." He tries to tell me as if that makes it better. I scoff before I can speak. My mother claps both of her hands.

"Okay let's eat before anything else happens." I just glare at him looking at Cherry. She nods her head and goes to the kitchen.

I sit on the end of the table, George sits directly across from me. My sister and mother are on the sides.

Cherry comes back with chicken, wine, water, mash potatoes and mac n cheese. My sister wanted the mac n cheese. She also needed it to be Kraft mac n cheese.

The silence was loud, the tension between me and George could be seen within a mile away. My sister and mother just kept saying polite thank you's to Cherry when she would refill drinks.

"So how have you been?" My sister finally asked, breaking the eye contact between me and George. "Fine," I reply short and the only reason I'm fine is because of Leah. She's the only thing keeping me sane.

My mother rolls her eyes, "Please who has been keeping you 'fine' because I know you and I also know that you take after George." Mine and George's eyes go to her.

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?" George asked her to stand up, he started to raise a hand at mom. Riley looks at me with a worried look.

"Sit the fuck down George you are in my house so my fucking rules. The first rule is that we don't hit women." I tell him he just looks at me sitting down quietly. I glance at my mother, her breath is shaky.

I take a deep breath in. I can feel my anger getting worse. My hands start to shake and my teeth clench against each other.

I need Leah.

"I'm going to my room." I announce to the room. Without taking another look at my family I walk to my room. I pray she picks up the phone.

"Hey this Leah, sorry I couldn't answer." Her phone goes to voicemail. Instead of leaving a voicemail like a normal person I hang up. She probably wouldn't even call me back.

I practiced counting to 10, but it didn't work. I started pacing around the room, where did she say she was even going?

***

There's a knock at the door. "Slivio there's a girl at the front door, she's pretty short. I couldn't see her hair because I looked through the peephole. I wouldn't let her in but she's asking for you." My sister says.

"I'll be down!" I shout, I wait a couple of minutes. Either Emma or Leah is here. Emma would be here to fuck me, but Leah she could tell me where she got them at. She would be here because she forgot something.

I just want Leah here, not Emma.

Opening the door I see blonde hair. Her sage green eyes, her 5'5 complex. She's wearing a little ponytail. Her blue and red flower dress.

Emma. Is here, "What are you doing here?" I growl at her. She just stares at me like she can't hear me or something. I close the door and walk outside getting closer to her.

She just smirks moving back. I snap my fingers in front of her trying to get her attention. "What are you doing here?" I repeat my question from earlier.

She finally gives me a response. The same response I didn't expect. The same response I didn't want. She narrows her eyes looking at me.

"The same reason you answered the door, you thought I was Leah."