Alvaro

I sit on Elias's bed, waiting for him to come out of the closet. Me and Leo have been talking on how to handle this situation, we looked at the cameras and saw him in the gym before just running into the woods. He was looking at the wall and we think he was talking, which leads me to believe that he was having another episode. If so then we need to have a conversation with him, we need to find a different solution to help him out when we're not here. E can't coddle him his entire life, he needs to be independent on some levels.

I see him come out of his closet and he stands a few feet in front of Leo and I. His arms crossed, and he has a standoff expression.

"Want to explain to us why you just ran off?" Leo asks him.

He just glares at us. Not responding.

"Elias we need to know why you ran, did you just want to run or did you talk to someone?" I ask him.

He just scoffs before rolling his eyes and walking over to his desk.

"Elias what's wrong? You need to talk to us." Leo says softly.

"I'm fine okay? I just went for a run, no big deal." He says harshly.

"Elias it is a big deal. You just ran out into the woods all day and didn't tell anybody." I tell him.

Elias doesn't say anything, he doesn't even look at us.

I stand from his bed and walk over to his desk. I turn his chair around and crouch in front of him.

"Elias you need to be honest and answer these questions. If you lie then you're putting yourself in danger. We just want to help you."

He doesn't make eye contact with me, just glares at the ground.

"Elias please, did you have a hallucination today? Is that why you ran outside?" Leo asks before walking over to Elias, crouching next to me.

Elias eyes shoot up to mine, all I see is anger in them.

"I didn't have a fucking hallucination okay? I wanted to go on a run so I did. I turned around and came back to the house. Happy?" He asks.

I can see his hands twitching, but what catches my eyes are the bruises on them.

"Elias did you do this when you were in the gym?" I ask him while grabbing his hand. I look over to his other hand and see the same bruising.

"Elias what were you thinking? Your fingers have just healed from their breaks, you could've broken them again." Leo scolds him while grabbing Elias's hands and examining them.

He only gets a short look before Elias pushes us both away and starts screaming.

"I'M FINE OKAY?! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF! I DIDN'T HAVE AN EPISODE I'M ON THE MEDICATION!" He screams before storming out of his room.

I look over to Leo, his face most likely matching mine. Eyes wide and mouth open.

"I think he most definitely had an episode, his mood swings would be more prominent when he had an episode." Leo says while rubbing his face.

I sigh and walk out of Elias's room. I start wandering the halls, looking for Elias. I look in all of the rooms. But I have no clue where he could have gone.

As I walk down the hallways I hear guards talking in a stairwell, ironically we don't have any cameras in there.

"Yeah boss said the kid was going to do it."

"Why are we trusting a kid with this?"

"So that when it's eventually found out we're not held accountable."

"I guess I understand but still, is the kid gonna go through with it?"

"I can only hope Elijah knows what he's doing."

I look over and see two guards talking to each other. I make sure to memorize their faces.

Elijah....

Who are they talking about?...

The only Elijah I can think of is Elijah Levine, the second hand to the Russian Mafia.

What is the Russian Mafia planning?

And who is the kid they're talking about?

And how did they get a job as security in my home...

I walk over to my office and immediately open my computer to email Alexander and Marco, they're in charge of the security. So how the hell not one but two Russian spies got a job here?....

Someone is getting killed, whether it's one of my brothers or the whole Russian mafia...

Someone is dying today...

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Elias-

I storm out of room and head for the library.

So what if I had an episode? Nothing bad happened. I saw a guy in the forest but honestly he was probably the one who lead me back to the house. I was just going for a run. Nobody got hurt.

I head to the back of the library and wait.

So what if my hands are a little bruised? They're fine. None of them are broke, so what if they hurt to move it? It usually always did.

I started flipping through the binders. Looking at different pictures. Now that I could read I understood what the writing on the back was. It was usually the time, date, and who was in the photo.

As I kept looking through them my anger only got worse. Seeing all the pictures of my parents happy, and my sibling having good memories, made me angry.

I didn't get any of that

No my life was horrible, the abuse, neglect, and the lies.

All because of him...

I started to go through all of the photo albums. And every time I saw his picture I tore it out, and put it in my pocket.

I'll burn these later.

He doesn't deserve happiness, or love, or warmth. No

No he deserves the old, unyielding feelings I've lived with for the past 13 years.

I guess I got so caught up in the photo albums I didn't notice Elijahs arrival.

"Well you've certainly crated a mess here." Elijah says as he looks over the back of the library.

I look around and see photo albums all over the place, torn pieces of pictures everywhere.

"Whatever" I say as I grab another photo album.

"So do you have an answer for me?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"Yes, I'll kill him. What do I need to know?" I ask him as I flip through the albums.

"Well in 2 weeks there will be a family meeting, a reunion of sorts. Fransisco will be there and I have a plan for you to lure him away as the night goes on and to kill him in this house." Elijah says.

"What about the cameras? They're everywhere and they see fucking everything" I tell him.

"Don't worry about that, I will alter the feed so that it looks like all you did was walk to your room. But there is a problem." He says.

"Oh yeah? And what's that? Security might catch you? The family might see?" I ask him snarkily.

"No you have a camera in your room. You'll need to disable it before then so that they cant see you walk out and walk back in."

That makes me freeze.

They have a camera in my room?

They put a mother fucking camera in my room??

Oh these bitches... Said I cold trust them... I should have never believed them...

"They have a camera in my room? Where is it??" I ask.

"It's on your nightstand, it's a part of the lamp, look close enough and you'll see the camera. You cannot disable it until a few days before the meeting." Elijah tells me.

"And why the fuck not? I don't want a fucking camera in my room??" I tell him angrily.

"Because Elias if you destroy it now it only gives them more time to put a new one in your room. Then we won't know where it is. Then you're in trouble. We can hack the cameras around the house but the camera in your room is only accessible on Alvaros computer."

"This is so fucking fucked..."

"I will tell you more about my plan as the date gets closer. For now all you need to worry about is how you're going to kill your uncle." Elijah says.

"Thats all? You tell me how to get away with it and I kill him? There's absolutely no catch?" I ask him slowly.

"Yup, let me figure out all the hard details, you just figure out how you want to kill him." Elijah tells me.

There's got to be some catch...

"I promise there's no catch. If the plan goes correctly then you will be able to kill him no problems from your brothers." Elijah tells me.

I stand there looking at him, photo album in my hands, and my pockets heavy with his pictures.

"Fine, let me know what to do and then it's done." I tell him.

"Thats all I ask." He says before walking away.

I stare at where he was standing. There has to be a catch...

But he says there's not...

Can I trust him?

I mean apparently I can't even trust my brothers

Putting a fucking camera in my room.

Fucking assholes.

I sigh as I pick up another photo album. This one is all of him and his family.

It's my supposed father and his brothers. I see Fransisco as a child, see him next to my grandparents, next to Uncles, Cousins, Aunts, every kind of family members.

I see a photo of Fransisco as a child, probably around my age. He's not smiling, he's staring at his brothers who are laughing and shooting each other with what looks like after guns in the corner of the picture. The photo was definitely meant to be of Fransisco, the camera is focused on him.

Maybe someone knew he was fucked up from the beginning and decided to document it.

Fransisco has a look on his face, looks like resentment.

Maybe he's always been an insane, crazy, psychotic, perverted, bastard.

I take it out of the photo album and all out of the library, photo in my hands.

I walk into the kitchen and see nobody in here.

Good.

I turn on the gas stove and watch the fire light.

I hold the photo over the fire and watch it burn.

I take the other pictures out of my pockets and light them on fire as well.

I drop them in the sink and watch as the pictures disintegrate. Nothing but ash and smoke left.

Thats what will be left of Fransisco when I'm done with him. I think to myself darkly

I leave the kitchen and start walking towards the stairs. Out of the corner of my eye I see Marco watching me, curiously.

I just stare back and start walking up the stairs. Holding his eyes until I walk out of his sight.

I walk into my room and close my door softly.

I walk over to my desk and open a new notebook. I start writing plans on what I plan to do to Fransisco.

In the back of my mind I remind myself of the camera in the lamp. But I don't give it any attention. I can't show the camera that I know about it. I don't know how often my brothers check it.

My fucking brothers....

Can trust you my ass....

I can't trust anyone anymore.

I won't trust anyone ever again....

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Sorry for the delay I have had a writers block, this chapter took me 2 days to wright.

Anyways what do we think? Elias's personality and trust issues are really showing in this chapter hehehe...

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