Cortello - D'Angelo (Old)

c h a p t e r f i f t y

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝖦𝖡𝖳𝖰𝖨𝖠+ 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘺 - 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘷𝘴 𝘈𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺

adrian

"You know, karma exists." I sniffed.

God, I didn't want to cry in front of him but at the same time, I had no idea how to stop the stupid tears, or my throat swelling up, or the stupid fear that my voice was going to crack and I would've just started bawling.

But none of that mattered because I knew that one day, he'd be doing the same thing. One day he'd end up on the receiving line of what he made me feel every single fucking day and, as evil as I sounded, I couldn't wait for that day.

Without looking up, I promised in the softest voice I could muster that he could still hear, "One day, all this, everything you've done since I got here, it's all going to come back to haunt you."

Darius stopped his movements, his going for the door handle freezing mid-air. I heard him turn around and I practically feeling his lazer-turned gaze burning holes in the back of my head. "I know you don't much about us Adrian," he spoke in a eerily calm voice, the kind of calm someone sounded when their anger was practically ripping them apart, partly our own fault, but I assure you that nothing that could ever happen in the furture would be worse than anything I went through in the past." He assured me.

One day earlier:

I was dead.

Or at least that's how I felt.

Staying up past 5 AM with Blake was not one of my bright ideas, not that I ever had many.

"'m tired." I muttered as I sat down next to Hayes in the cafeteria.

"Yep, sleeping at 5 AM will do that to ya."

I groaned in response.

But at least I wasn't going through my suffering alone. Blake looked as bad as I looked, if not worse. At the time, he was laying his head on the cafeteria table, his arms being used as a makeshift pillow.

That morning I couldn't find my friends so I ended up going with my brothers to the cafeteria. Their friends were all there besides Lia, Shay and Dylan, which I'm sure Avery was glad about.

Another thing was while I was able to pull out my AirPods and phone to keep myself busy and ignore the existence of the seventeen and eighteen year old humans around me, my brothers could not afford the luxury. Well, actually, they could but they fucked it up and their phone privellages were revoked along with literally everything else.

Honestly, I blamed them but I wasn't about to tell them that because I knew the anger they felt towards Luci would then be directed at me. Reason being I had witnessed enough of their behavioural patterns to know that all of my brothers are stubborn and hate admiting when they're wrong. I was the same way.