Only theirs

CHAPTER 12

I think i went too deep... this time it was hard to stop the bleeding but it felt so fucking good i just want to do it again. I already had dinner or in other words moved the food around, the brothers didn't show up which was weird but it's not like i missed them or something

I had been exploring the mansion due to being bored, or maybe i could't be alone with my thoughts because my head is a big fucking mess. I have been eager to ask Rose for her phone again and talk to Easton, i needed to get out of here as soon as posible and the only way was through my brother who promise me he would help me

I stopped in front of wooden door, my curiosity took the best of me and i opened it. My eyes widened as i stared at the wine cellar filled with different types of alcohol, taking small steps i walked in looking still in shock, there must be at least two hundred bottles here and each one looked expensive as hell

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"Eat Camille" my father ordered as the both of us sat on the mini dinning room we had, it was the first time in months that he was sober for more than a day, it wasn't because he cared of something like that he was going to court for a DUI and could't afford to go to prison

"Daddy?" I whispered picking up my fork "will you come to my play?" I asked with just a little bit of hope, my school had been planning the Lion king for months and i had painted the whole set

"No" he replied

"Oh" i murmured "it's okay i can bring some pictures"

"Just shut up!" He slammed his fist in the table

I clenched my eyes closed as fear began to spread through my body "sorry" i whispered. With the little courage i had left i decided i just needed to ask this question "why do you drink daddy?" I asked staring directly at him

He froze and slowly faced me, he stared at me for just a few seconds but it felt like an eternity "because i can scape... when i'm drunk i can scape the shit life i have, i don't care how fuck up i am when i can barley stand" he put down his fork "drinking is everything i have left in this world"

What about me?

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My eyes opened and i didn't even notice i had been crying this entire time. I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand and focused again on the glass bottle in front of me. I hesitated at first, ever since i can remember my father was a drunk fuck who i hated for the majority of my life, i used to look at him and promise i would never be like him... that i would never drink

But life fucked me up so bad i was now eager to scape my reality

I grabbed the bottle and hurried to kitchen, if i thought about it too much it would only make things worst. I poured myself a glass of the strong smelling liquid, i scrunched my nose when i brought near to my nose. Without hesitating i poured it down my throat, i flinched immediately disgusted by the taste of it

I served myself another one, then another one and kept going until i almost fell from my chair

GREYSON'S POV:

We were exhausted, we had been working for the past ten hours non-stop. We got a call some Russian fuckers had gotten in our territory, which meant we had to take care of them by torturing them until they spit what the fuck they were doing in our territory. Russians are known for being hard to take information from, they had been train ruthlessly which only made things harder for us

"Here" Ace threw me the keys or the house "you know the only think i fucking want is to get home to Camille in my bed fucking naked and ready to be fucked"