Chapter 12

[Santino Auburn's Point Of View]

When I arrived, I saw my biological Father with her wife. He's holding her hand tightly and smiled.

"That's him."

"Why she's here?" I asked

"We already talked about this last night, son"

"Son? You have never been a father to me"

He clicked his tongue as he says "I know"

I faked my chuckled.

"I already forgave him, he told me how much you want to spend time with your half-sister."

I remained silent while looking at my Father as I was mad and looking in pain.

"Where's my sister? I want to spend time with her. I will prove everything to her with the truth, and make her feel special as her brother! than you could make anything special for me." I said as I was pointing him again and again with the tone of my anger.

"It's too late" She cried while my biological Father looked down.

"What happened?" I said as I've opened my arms. I think I'm going crazy, It feels like I'm about to feel a heavy pain.

Not until they lead me to their house, all people were wearing black. It gives me a sign to think that is impossible to happen.

I wiped my sweaty forehead and it was a little blurry eyesight. I feel much heavier pain as we've entered the house. The people here were staring at us. Until I saw the picture frame of my sister in the coffin, I knew it.

I fucking knew it.

I cried painfully it was really painful for me. I shouted like a monster as I've punched my Father until he falls from the floor. The people inside tried to stop me.

I almost killed my Father.

"I'm a monster," I said as I watched my hand shakingly.

"You have no respect from the dead! I want you to leave!" The old man shouted as he pointed the open door.

I immediately leave.

I was driven mad and painful and I've almost hit by a car. The drivers shouted that I'm stupid for walking in the middle street.

I arrived home screaming wildly from my anger. I've hit every fragile thing I've seen. Even the family painted a picture, I splashed it with color paintings and gave a fist until it made a hole in the center of our family painted a picture. I accidentally dropped from my family picture frame and it breaks into pieces. I picked it with my hands, didn't care if it bleeds me. I cried down as I've been so sorry to my sister, touching her sweet angel eyes from the picture.

The memories with her have flashback me.

Her voice singing a song you are the reason by Calum Scott. It's her one of the singer list. She always listens to Calum Scott's playlist based on my Father's. The hands from the crowd applauded with whistle and cheers.

It is the first time and last time that I've seen her. My Father didn't want me to be there. So I was hiding while she was there on stage. She is very pretty. I smiled because it made me so proud of her. But what makes it sad, she doesn't know my name, she doesn't know me. She doesn't know that she has a half-brother.

She never even seen this picture I've painted, only my Dad. This was supposed to be my gift for my half-sister but my Dad was so selfish. My Dad knows how much my sister believes in our faithful family. No half-brother and sister built in are what she believes. They made her blind from the truth.

He told to me to stay away at least from his family and that I should never worried and even reminded me that I never became his son. But after what he told me I'm still sending letters but he never replied.

So what he did, he gave me to my Grandmother until she died and all left in this house is mine and he left here in town to bury all his secrets and that's where I stopped sending letters from him.

The next morning, I woke up with the sun shines on me. But I still feel the pain right now. I stood up feeling hopeless.

I don't know what to do with my life

My budgetary is good only for a month.

The food in the refrigerator is only good for weeks.

Am I about to live hell after I died?

I didn't go to school for almost 2 weeks, I didn't even touch my phone, I let it all ring from my friends and by that, I decided to get myself locked up from my house.

I played games on my computer until such, the electricity shuts down and I don't have enough money to pay the bills.

I make myself starved, I don't wanna go out.

Days passed, I didn't care what I looked like, thin or skeletal body. Whatever it is I'm still a human, not a soul.

It got me bored for sitting here all day.

By that, I started to paint even in heavy rain or sunshine. But I ended up wrecking them. I'm losing my mind. I'm hungry at the same time, I feel pain and hatred. Until I cried again as I shouted that I will never forgive him and that I hated my Father.

"But shit happens when you were trying to piss me off, by looking stupid to you because I hate guys who smoke?! But Does that sounds stupid to you, right? Because when you use the word hate, to you, it's 100% but for me, it's 5%-10%"

I banged my head on the wooden desk, feeling hopeless.

[End of Santino Auburn's Point of View]

[Niño Smith's Point of View]

I'm worried about Santino. I didn't see him for like 3 weeks already.

I noted down the notes as the discussion goes on. Kenneth hit me with his pen.

As he whispers "What if we call out Zoe?"

"I didn't see him too and that's good and no I can't help you with that"

"Oh come on, Zoe." Kelly teases her.

Before we got to Zoe, I texted Kelly about this. I'm glad she's already mine. I smiled at Kelly as she was looking at me naughtily.

"Zoe?" Kenneth

"What is this all about? Why didn't he come during your class hours?"

"That's all we're wondering about" Kenneth explains

Zoe sighs

"Why me?" Zoe asked

"We need help, we need friends to help"

"Friends?" Zoe confused

"I know where he lives"

"Great then why don't you just go?"

"I've been there with Kenneth, we got scared, there was a man screaming and it looks like it's Santino" I said looking worried

"What? What happened?" Zoe feeling worried.

"We'll find out with that" Kelly said as she gets her car's key and held my hand.

As Kelly driving fast, screeched to right and left. We tried to take our seatbelt, we forgot it to take it first.

"She's horrible!" Kenneth screamed

"She's awesome! Whoo!" I screamed in the backseat

"Oh, Kelly!!" Zoe was scared in the front seat

"Oh, Kelly this is not you driving!" Zoe scared

"Don't worry Cheetos!" Kelly roared as she  turns the steering wheel

With our ugly faces, we screamed like we're all about to die this crazy looking race.

[End of Niño Smith's Point of View]

[Santino Auburn's Point of View]

I don't know what time is it. But I'm feeling like about to live in this world.

"Shh!"

I heard someone knocks at the door

"Santino?"

It's familiar, but I can't say a word. I'm all starving, I let myself being thirsty.

The shadow from the window, a girl tries to unlock my window and why does it look like...

"Zoe?" I stood up as I accidentally hit my back from the wooden desk and wears my faded blue cap.

I tried to open the door but I locked it out. I forgot where I put my keys.

I'm looking like crazy finding those keys

They knock and knock until I'm going crazy hearing those knocks and calling my name. Until they hit the door down and all dusty.

"Sorry, it was Zoe who wrecked down your door" Kelly sneezed

and they all sneezed and coughing for a second.

"What is this place?" Zoe sneezed again as her hands waving the dust away.

But when the dust is gone.

They were all shocked.

"O-M-G" Kelly shocked

"What the hell"

"Oh buddy, what happened to you?" Niño asked worriedly

"Who did this to you?!" Zoe shouted as she holds my hand, touching my forehead

"Are you sick? Where are your parents?"

She added as she hugs me 

I didn't answer, but I smiled while closing my eyes. I don't know why, I'm just so happy right now.

Later on, I heard her sobbing while hugging me.

"I didn't know about your story, I don't what's happening to you but I hate it when I see someone suffering."

I hugged her back

"Did she cry?" Niño

"Who wouldn't babe?" Kelly

"He's looking thinner!" Kenneth worried

"Let's buy him something to eat. So Kenneth, Zoe and Santino just stay here" Kelly said quickly as he grabbed Niño's hand.

And I was like what's-with-the two-of-them look.

[End of Santino Auburn's Point of View]