Episode 4

Raphael Castellani

Three years have passed, and during that time, everything has changed. I can't forget the painful memories I carry with me; the nightmares continue. Raphael has changed completely, and I rarely see him. He's drowning himself in drinks, and I suspect he might be following the same path as our parents, using drugs.

I study and work at a market in my free time. When I get home, my brother is pacing back and forth, visibly nervous and smelling horribly of alcohol. As soon as I walk in, he glares at me.

"Need money?" I ask impatiently.

"I'm broke," his eyes are red, and I know he's been smoking crap. "Raphael, when are you going to leave this life? You're going to end up like our parents," I say, feeling a lump in my throat.

"Damn it, leave my life alone! I'll do whatever the hell I want," he raises his voice. "You just need to take care of your own life and leave mine alone. The decisions I've made will have consequences, but only I will suffer."

I go to the kitchen, and when I return, I feel a strange sensation. I notice a strong smell, and someone puts something over my nose, causing me to lose consciousness.

After witnessing the horrible scene of my parents dead, it wasn't easy to get back on my feet, as I was still very young. I had to move out and take responsibility for my sister, who now depended solely on me as her only family. The first few months were difficult, especially when my sister had terrible nightmares about everything she saw. I had to work harder to make sure she didn't lack anything, but this life was becoming exhausting. The jobs I managed to get didn't last long; I always ended up getting fired. Three years passed, each one more difficult than the last, and my only job wasn't enough to cover the expenses. I wanted to enjoy life and not be stuck in a job that gave me no time for anything. One night when I went out to have fun, some acquaintances at the place offered me drugs, and I accepted without much thought. I wanted to understand why my father had fallen into this life, which ended up destroying our family on that damned night. I smoked the first one and wanted more and more, starting to buy regularly. Nothing better to accompany it than a drink, feeling the alcohol burn down my throat.

My money was only enough to buy drugs and drinks. Many times, when I got home and my sister was awake, we would fight, but I didn't care about her opinion. Addiction became my only sustenance; on days without money, I had to sell something to satisfy my craving for drugs. The house bills were overdue, and the little Malu earned was only enough for herself. The owner who supplied me with drugs was demanding payment for a large debt I had accumulated. I needed to find a way to pay this debt and get more drugs. Today, I only smoked one and I'm restless. Taking advantage of the fact that my sister isn't home, I rummage through her things, but I don't find anything of value, much less money. I go down to the living room and stay there, the hours passing with no sign of her.

My phone receives a notification from a partner of mine. I open the message immediately because I found it interesting.

Message: "You can get all the money you need for your problems. If you don't pay by tomorrow, you'll end up in the same place as your parents. Use your delicious sister, that girl only gives you trouble."

I think for a moment and reply.

""My sister has no money. She's just been stressing me out these past few days.

I urgently needed drugs, but how could I get them? Soon, another message arrives.

Message: "Sell your sister. If she's a virgin, it will end your problems. I know the owner of a brothel who will pay top dollar for a beautiful young girl like her, who has never been touched."

I don't know why I became interested in this deal. I would have money to solve all my problems and I wouldn't have her complaining about my choices anymore.

""Send me the number, I'll talk to him. If it's a good offer, I'll accept, and we'll solve my problem once and for all.

He replies to me.

Message: "It's not easy. I want 10% of what you receive. If you accept my proposal, I'll give you the number."

I knew this guy wanted something in return, because nothing comes for free.

""Alright, I accept. Now stop stalling and send the number. Wait for me at the corner of the house. When my sister comes in, you can stand in front. If necessary, we'll take her today.

I receive the number and message him immediately. I needed to be smart and fast. The brothel owner asks for a photo of her. I knew she had never been touched by a man, as she had no friends and didn't spend much time away from home. The guy liked what he saw and offered me more money than I imagined. I smiled because my problems would finally be over. The brothel was located in another country. He warned that his team would come to pick up the "merchandise" at a certain point and bring my money. We closed the deal, and I sat down, irritated, waiting for my sister to arrive.

The door opens, and she glares at me. I wanted money and, as always, she refused. She said she wasn't going to support my addictions. She went to the kitchen, and when she came back, I surprised her, covering her nose with a cloth soaked in liquid, making her faint in my arms.

I picked her up in my arms, and my partner opened the door for me. I put her in the passenger seat and got into the driver's seat.

"Let's go, they gave us half an hour to be at the location."

"Alright, we're almost there. I knew you wouldn't think twice before solving your problems" Otavio said while driving.

"It was either me or her. Better to get rid of her."

The entire journey was made in silence. It took us a few minutes, and we arrived at the abandoned airport, where a private jet was waiting for us. The guy came towards us when the car stopped and knocked on the window.

"Did you bring the merchandise?" the soldier asked me.

"I brought it, it's in the passenger seat."

"Here's the payment Mr. Smith sent." He handed me the briefcase. I opened it and checked, ruffling through all the notes. I didn't want to be made a fool. "You can take her. I unlocked the door."

He picked her up in his arms, and they went to the jet, which took off shortly after, taking us back home. I needed to settle my outstanding issues.

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