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Here is the chapter.....................idk why I feel so awkward right now..................

Flashback

"Aren't you a little too young to be drinking?" I asked Antonio as I watched him take a swig of the bourbon. He rose an eyebrow, talking another gulp.

"I will give you the answer that Phineas guy gives from that kids show, GO DIE IN A BLOODY HOLE." A laugh left my lips. This dude is crazy. We were just talking, and he was telling me how his mom, who was British, was going back to her home town. His parents were fighting and she was leaving. She wasn't coming back.

Antonio was raised in Britain before he moved in with his dads family-the mafia family. For some reason, he didn't like his British accent so he learned to speak in more of an America accent. But at times, it does slip out.

Now, I could hear it fluently.

This guy was a horrible drunk.

"I think you went past your limit mate," I imitated his British accent, reaching for the bottle only for him to stretch his arm to the side.

"I think you went past you limit mate blah blah blah blah. All that chit chats gonna get ya hurt," he mocked me in a squeaky voice before saying the last part in a creepy voice.

My eyes narrowed, snatching the bottle off him. "Did you just quote Joker from Suicide Squad?" A look came my way as he climbed on the coffee table. What was this guy doing?

"Huh. I thought Michael Jackson said that. Never mind."

Once again, I let out a laugh. Antonio jumped off the table, sitting on the couch before he started crying. The funny side of him was gone. I became serious, sitting down next to him as I gave him my shoulder to cry on.

"I just don't know what to do," he sobbed. "I'm probably never gonna see her again. Dad said I'm not allowed. I just don't understand why this is happening."

I pushed away all my sad memories, keeping a cold look on my face before it softened as I saw Antonio's face. "It'll be okay. You got the gang. And you can call her, Skype her whenever."

I suck at comforting people. Where was Cara when you need her?

He snuggled, taking a tissue from his pocket, blowing his nose. "I know. I just don't wanna go everyday without hugging her. Without her motherly comfort. I don't wanna go everyday without her. I turned to drinking," he told me. I looked down at the bottle I held in my hand. "It numbs the pain," he mumbled.

"Numbs the pain?" I asked. It was becoming harder and harder to push away all my emotions. I have Tyler, and Antonio and the gang. But my mind somehow drifts back to my old life.

Don't think about it Ari.

"Yeah. It makes me forget. It stops me from getting flashbacks, memories that I wish I could forget."

Before thinking twice, I took a gulp. The beverage stung my throat, making me cough. It hurt, and I felt...buzzed? My mind went fuzzy, and I felt myself loosen up.

I liked this feeling

Flashback ended.

Damien.

The name was boldly printed in my mind. My chest tightened, as I felt dizzy. My eyesight blurred, before focussing and then blurring. I could feel as my heartbeat rate increased.

Andrew's mouth opened, but all I heard was muffling.

Damien

I couldn't talk to him. I hadn't seen him or Damon since.......since that day. What would they think of me? Would they hate me? Would they be disappointed?

All these thoughts rushed in my head as I felt my eyes tear up. So I did what I do best.

I ran

I ran down the street, letting my legs take me anyway. I ran because I am coward. I couldn't face my problems. I am weak,
pathetic and a disappointment. It's my fault he's dead. They would hate me. 

Before I knew it, I was already back at the hotel. My mind was panicking, and I didn't know what to do. I needed to calm down.

I felt myself stumble, as I found it harder and harder to breathe. A ping on my phone brought me back to reality. Quickly,
I checked who would he texting me.

Unknown Number:
Take your tablets

Wait what?

I was beyond confused right now.

My shaking hands put down my phone, opening my tablet packet and taking two. Gulping them down without water, I felt a weight lift off me as I exhaled. 

Grabbing Nutty, I walked into the balcony, welcome the cold air of the night. The festival was still going on, and everyone looked so happy. Like there was no problems in their lives.

There was a time where my life was like that- Problem free.

Slowly, I took deep breaths as I enjoyed the moments of peace I was having. My eyes travelled down to my right hand, where I held Nutty.

He was in such good condition, despite what he has been through.

Whenever I looked into his black, round eyes I see a reflection of me. Except this reflection was a younger, happier me. One who didn't have to handle so many emotions at a time. One who had the perfect life. Her laugh rang in my ears as her smile looked back at me from those black eyes.

I need a drink, and I don't mean fruit juice.

Walking back in, I remembered something...the unknown number. Just as I was just about to investigate, the door burst open revealing a very tired, worrying Andrew.

"Oh thank the lord you are okay," he breathes out in relief, hugging me. A forced smile was his reply as I set Nutty down. Drew was too good for someone like me.

Just forget it Ariella. Everything is good. Pretend nothing happened. Conceal don't feel, don't let it show........yes I quotes Elsa from Frozen don't judge me.

I sat down, staring at the wall thinking about life. Do you ever just do that? Take a few minutes, hours from your day to think about life?

Andrew sat in front of me. "I think it's time you talk to them Ri."

"You know what Drew, you are absolutely right. I don't know why I haven't ever spoken to Dave and James Franco yet, I mean-" I began, smiling whilst distracting him. But he's smarter then I thought.

BARNACLES!

"No Ariella Mariyah Carina Decrola. You are gonna talk to them ," he stopped me.

Fudge he used my full name.

He threw me my phone, and that's when my funny demeanour vanished.

Bi-polar much?

I knew he was being serious. Maybe it was time I spoke to one of them. Maybe..........

I unlocked my phone, going onto dial as I didn't have Damien's contact.

"His number is 017-" Andrew began but this time I cut him off, throwing him a sharp glare.

"I know his number," I muttered though gritted teeth. My fingers shakily pressed number after number before it hovered over the green phone.

Was I actually doing this?

I let my finger fall and brought the phone to my ear.

Both me and Andrew sat silence as I heard the beeping sound, waiting for Damien to pick up.

What was I gonna say? Hey, it's your little sister who you haven't seen or spoke to since our brother died. Maybe he wasn't gonna pick up.

Just as I was about to end the stupid call I heard the sound that indicated the call was answered.

"Hello?"

My breath hitched in my throat, as I tried to hold back the tears that came at the sound of his voice. But it failed, and they flowed down my cheek.

My brother's voice.

From that one word, I could tell that Damien wasn't doing well. He was tired. He had been crying.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

I stayed silent, trying to figure
something to say. What do I say?

"Listen here. I am not in the mood for a silly prank call so whoever you are, I suggest-"

"Damien"

It was as if the world has stopped, and everything had gone silent. The noise from the carnival was irrelevant to me, and I forgot Andrew was here. There was at least a few minutes of silence before he answered.

"Who is this?"

My mouth went dry, but I answered.

"It's me Damien. It's your sister. It's Ariella."

My voice was so quiet, but I knew he heard me.

"I swear, if this is a f***ing trick I will beat the shi-"

"It's me Damien," I whispered. The smallest smile appeared on my dry lips. "And don't swear, you know I don't like it." I let out a chuckle as I wiped my stinging eyes.

"Ari? My little Squirrel is that really you?" I broke out in sobs as I heard his voice crack at the end.

"It's me Damien. It's your little squirrel. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry it's all my fault. Everything is all my fault. I don't know what I am doing and I just don't know what to do," I cried into the phone. I let all my emotions out.

"No no no. It's okay. It's not your fault," he told me as I cried my eyes out, trying to seek comfort from his voice. From anything. I felt arms wrap around me as I sobbed.

"It is. I'm a fail. All I wanted to do in life was to make you proud. I didn't want to be a disappointment. I don't want you to hate. Don't hate me please," I begged.

"Shhh. I don't hate you squirrel. Everything is going to be okay. You are not a disappointment. I love you."

I cried even more, holding the phone tightly.

"I want to come home Damien. I don't want to live like this. I can't live like this Damien. I want my old life back. Take me home. I just want to come home."

Woah......that was.....emotional....she's gonna meet her brothers next chapter FIINNNALLLYY

Mayo still here btw....

Comment your thoughts, opinions and questions. Since Angel is on Holiday, I will probably be answering them.

Anyway I realised-

Angel: *walks in from the beach and freezes* Oh..........am I intruding?

Me: *rolls eyes* Yes, you are. So get out. I was just about to say that-

Angel: *looks at phone* OOOHHHHH MMMYYYY MMMAAYYOOOO. Today, 11th August marks ONE WHOLE FUDGING YEAR since we started this book.

Me: *mutters* which was what I was just about to say.....

Angel: AAAAHHHH THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH. I can't believe a year has gone. This book has become more successful then I thought. I love reading all your comments, and I am so happy that you guys spend your time reading my book.

Mayo: OUR book *falls on bed* It's like 4 am here in England. I need sleep

Angel: *waves hand* yeah yeah whatever. Anyway, we got tagged so I'm letting you do it Mayo

Me: But I never-

Angel: Nope. You have to do it. Gotta go. Ciao

Me: *rolls off bed* UUUGGGHHH FIINNNEEE

Tagged by Katie3434343434

Repost if you are tagged.

1. Do I like someone?
A. Yes-me.

2. Do they like me back?
A. I like me...and me likes I back.

3. What is your middle name?
A. I actually don't have one.

4. Am I Single or Taken?
A. Single, always.

5. Who was the last person I texted?
A. My mum, telling her I'm eating her ice cream.

6. What was the last song I listened to?
A. Don't judge, but I was listening to This is me from the Greatest Showman since my little cousin was begging me to listen to it.

7. What is my battery percentage?
A. 57% as I am writing this sentence.

8. Who is my girl best friend?
A. This girl name is Fr- *looks at Angel sharpening the knives whilst glaring at me* frrrrrriieennndd Angel

9. Who is my guy best friend?
A. Currently don't have one. Last one I had was in year 6, and his name was Sean.

10. Who is my OTP?
A. Klaus and Caroline or Harvey and Donna

11. Why did I make my current account?
A. I use Angel's. Don't really have one. I use hers to write and sometimes read as I have no life.

12. What is my current lock screen?
A. Just put it on yesterday.

Harvey Specter is so cool.

13. When is my birthday?
A. A lot of the times I lie about my birthday, and so does Angel actually. Or we swap when we meet people. Dk why. But 20th January 

Tag 20 people.

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Finally. *drops into bed*

Angel: *walks in with pots and pans and clashes them together repeatedly * BRROOO YOU NEED TO GO AND AND SEND ME ALL THOSE 198 PICTURES FROM THE PHOTO BOOK SO I CAN SHOW MY RELATIVES. CHOP CHOP HURRY UP

Me: *throws phone at the door in frustration* LEEETT MEEE SLEEEPPPP!

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