The Seven Deadly Simpson Brothers [PUBLISHED]

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*N.E.V* The Seven Deadly Simpson Brothers

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(Picture is Diego)

"It's trashed," I said, devastated. "All of it, ruined."

Walter and I stood outside the mess of what my flat used to be.

In my bedroom, my curtains had been slashed into shreds and so had my pillows and duvet. The Santiagos had ripped the stuffing out so that it was dispersed all over the house in little fluffy clouds. The word 'PUTA' had been carved into the headboard with such force that I didn't even care what it translated as, the hate that I picked up from it alone, made me afraid.

In the kitchen, every single one of my plates, bowls and mugs had been smashed to pieces and lay all over the floor like a frenzy of sharks' teeth. The eggs in my fridge were now half dried on the walls and on top of all that, they'd also stuffed the sink with tissue and left the tap on so that water had overflowed onto the floor. Walter had made me stay by the doorway whilst he went and turned the tap off, his shoulders stiff with anger and his shoes making the water ripple.

My tiny living room was destroyed, my little sofa torn up, no doubt with the use of their knives. My small TV had been smashed beyond recognition and lay discarded off its stand and on its side.

As soon as we'd entered my bathroom, Walter told me to cover my nose. I didn't realise why until I saw the piss all over the floor and almost retched in my mouth. My bottles of perfume had been emptied into the sink and my toothpaste was squirted all over the walls.

Upset was an understatement. I was shattered.

I tried to imagine how different the whole situation would have been if I had been present in my home at the time the Santiagos broke in. It was a very frightening thought indeed. It had definitely been more than just Ario who'd trashed the place, but the thought of him being in the lead, hurt. I hoped it had made himself feel better.

"We need to take you away for at least the weekend, maybe longer," Walter said in a clipped voice as we stood outside my flat.

To be honest, I was surprised by how well he'd kept his temper in check.

"I'm not arguing with that," I said to him, sighing. "I really pissed him off."

"He's more pissed off with me than anyone else," Walter touched my shoulder, as if that was an assurance.

"Let's just go home," I said to him, leaning into his side. "I'll give my landlord a notice that I'm moving out."

"I'll help with the rent until that's sorted out," Walter said to me.

"Walter, I've been managing with the rent for two years, its fine," I gave him a smile. "Let's go."

"Alright," he said, mirroring my expression. "Alright."

We walked down the flight of stairs and let ourselves out of the building and into the cold wintery afternoon. We'd come here straight after school, as it was on the way to Walter's house and he'd had the smart idea to check to see if the Santiagos had played any moves yet.

And they certainly had.

Walter and I had only taken a few steps when I felt myself being roughly grabbed by my elbows from behind and ripped away from him. Walter barely had time to turn to me before Ario had hit him right in the jaw.