Luciano

Broken bottles

Charles felt cold and wet as his eyes fluttered open, he felt a weight on his chest and quickly realized that they had fallen asleep in the bathtub.

"Wake up". He whispered softly as he gently shook her. Maybelle moaned softly before she opened her eyes.

"Ya need to get dressed so I can take ya home. Ya parents must be worried bout ya". He told and she groaned.

"Can't I stay a little longer". She whined like a small child and he gave her a stern look.

"Fine". She sighed getting out of the bathtub and he turned his head trying not to get a look at her body the last thing he needed was to get aroused again. After she wrapped herself in a towel he led her to his bedroom.

"I'm gonna try to find ya somethin' to wear, I have some lotion somewhere that ya can use". He said as he turned around and went to his closest. She walked towards the bedside table where the lotion was, she sat on his large bed as began rubbing it on her skin loving the masculinity scent

This is why Charles always smells good.

She thought to herself as she continued lotioning her body, then something caught her eye it was a picture of an olive-skinned woman with dark curls, she concluded that it was Charles' mother and then realized that he never spotted about his to her ever. He walked into the room with a t-shirt and a pair of pants.

"I think this will fit". He said as he walked into the room.

"Is this your mother". Maybelle asked as she picked up the picture. He froze in his spot

"Yeah". He said clearing his throat moving towards her and handing her the clothes before taking the picture and putting it back in its previous place.

"You don't speak often about your family, in fact, you have not told me anything about them". She questioned with her brows furrowed.

"I have an older brother Bartolomela, a younger brother Guissepe and two younger sisters Concetta and Filipa, my parent's names are Antonio and Rosalia. Okay, that's all ya need to know bout them". He rushed out in a cold voice before leaving the room.

He hated talking about his family particularly about his mother, he never understood why she could never fully love him as she did his siblings. Mothers are supposed to love their children unconditionally despite their imperfections so why couldn't his mother do that for him instead she kept on choosing her husband over him. Charles despised that man Antonio Luciana, sometimes he even wondered if the man was really his father. They had never been close, even when Charles was a little boy and they were still living in Sicily he had a strained relationship with his father and his mother would always take his father's side and that caused a strain in their relationship. Things got worse when they moved to America, Charles became a delinquent, skipped school and joined a gang. His father beat him often because of his criminal lifestyle, when he was nineteen he spent a year in prison for drug dealing and his parents never came to visit him once. He would write letters to his mother and she never replied that would be the last time he ever cried for his mother's lack of affection. After he got out their relationship worsened now he hasn't seen or spoken to his father in five years, his mother would call once or twice in a year but he had not seen her in person for five years.

"I apologize if I upset it was not my intention". She whispered softly as she came into the living room dressed in Charles's clothes which were too big for her but she made it work. She watched him hunched over a chair and he seemed to be in deep thought. He turned around to face her.

"Ya dressed so we can go now".He said coolly as he gathered his things and headed towards the door, she sighed in defeat before following behind him. They were both quiet during the ride to Maybelle's house, she would occasionally glance at him from time to time. He seemed to be deep in thought and almost sad, she felt extremely bad for asking about his family, clearly, it was not a topic he enjoyed discussing. The car finally came to a stop and Maybelle realized they were two doors down from her houses. She turned to him and was about to say something.

"Ya father has his goons outside so I can't drop ya off at the front gate but I'll make sure ya safe". His tone was cold and it seemed that he had built up a wall to shield his emotions.

"I never meant to upset you yet despite my intentions I have and for that, I would like to apologize". She said softly looking at him with a worried expression, they had just made up and she had upset once again. She was starting to believe that she was a terrible girlfriend. He sighed and turned towards her.

"I'll call ya later so stay by the phone". He said as she was nodding her head softly. He moved his face closer to hers before placing a gentle kiss on her lips. She smiled before opening the door and getting out of the car.

Charles watched her small figure walked towards the large house, she entered the gates and he started the car. Now he was heading over to Gail's house for some stress relief, he would need to buy some opium first before going to the busty blonde's house. He needed to get rid of the feeling in his heart and organ that he had not used in years. Maybelle had unknowingly brought up certain feelings by asking about his family, feelings that he was unsure that a night of opium, whiskey, and rough meaningless s*x would cure but he opted to do what he knew best and drove to Gail's house for that quick fix.