Double Trouble

Chapter 60

Neliono

Li's still not here.

How long does it take to walk from the kitchen to the living room? 1 minute the most, right?

But where is she then?

After the little bump-in-accident with non other than our father, we somehow got separated. I hate being not able to see her, to know what's going on. Call me crazy and over protective like you want, but it's just likely a trauma from our past. From all the horrible things, Li had to go through and me being not there to protect her back then. I'm still feeling kinda guilty for it even though I know that I couldn't change the actions from the pathetic psychopaths - but I could've at least tried.

The living room is very quiet. Since all the younger once are not here, I'm now surrounded by old dudes who already cracked the 20 - line. To be exact the two mafia dons Alessandro and Ernesto, the right hand man Angolo, Lorenzo, Alonzo, Francesco, Alijo and even Massimo and Georgio, who likely just wanted to stop by before going back to work.
Using work to escape reality something I'm too familiar with.

Riccardo was with them too as they came back and is now probably with Li in the kitchen, which calms me a bit down if I'm honest. He was the kindest till now - not that I trust him. You never know what is going on in somebody's head.

Their stares make me hella uncomfortable. Being in the middle of 9 full grown, muscular and big men, who all look like they want to slide you open to reveal your secrets, gives me honestly shrills. Everything feels so much more difficult to face alone than with Li by my side. Speaking of her, my eyes are still fixed on the door which leads towards the room, where my sister should be. My leg's bouncing. My hands clench into fists aggressively. And my breathing is going rapidly.

I barely pay any attention to Alessandro's attended speech to scold me. My brain just can't focus on anything else at the moment, my gut feeling is telling me that something is wrong. Very wrong.

"Piccolo Neliono? Are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?"

My name brings me back to reality. My head snaps in Alessandro's direction, but I fastly avert my gaze back at the door, mumbling something like 'sure'.

I can formally sense them exchanging a look, the silent communication with their eyes again. How I hate this.

"Look in my eyes when I'm talking to you." Ah here we go. The cold Alessandro is back. I've already thought something happened to him.

Unexplainable, I turn my gaze to him - likely because the day was too much. My whole energy to fight with these scary big asshole dudes is already used up. I just want to go home. Back to my old life. Curling into a ball on our balcony and whining my eyes out while watching the natural beauty of the see in Norway. This shit here is so freaking exhausting.

I'm exhausted.

From playing that everything is okay. That we are just two normal fourteen years old teenagers with normal problems. But we are not. We have a fucked up past, we have a fucked up life and we have a fucked up family. We are not normal. We have several mental diseases, live a life from a fucking adult, are billionaires and additionally professional athletes and so famous that we can be literally seen on every social media app or are even part of a few movies.