Chapter 54

Francis’s POV

I got high with Mérida two days ago, damn, I was seriously messed up. I don’t remember everything we did, just that I was angry and said a lot of nasty things. I also remember that she was decent with me and said some things about my brother.

Shit, my brother.

I rushed to grab my phone and called Mérida urgently. I needed her to keep her mouth shut, I didn’t want her to say anything about that day. If she said anything, I’d be dead; my father could pull another one of his shit moves, and I couldn’t handle it. I’ve thought about going back to Milan, but with the anxiety of getting high every now and then, I don’t think it’s a good idea.

I’ve been living here in the casino; I sleep on the upstairs couch and keep my things in the closet in the office. Sometimes during the day, I go out to avoid being locked up for too long; going out at night scares me. Since my father did that shit, I’ve felt inhibited; I usually cry uncontrollably at nigh