🥀’Mama I’m chasing a ghost..’

I ran my hands through my hair before inhaling my cigarette,letting the bitter taste melt on my tongue as I stared off onto the city beneath me. I had just nearly got caught by you,finishing a task that your father had assigned to me. I was so lost in thought that the cold air nipping my skin didn’t seem to even bother me.

I coughed out the smoke,flicking the ash and watching it fall. How could I have been so stupid? You don’t know of this lifestyle. You don’t know your dad is a mafia boss. You don’t know duplicity is a cover up for the mafia. You think we’re a boyband. Hell the world does. You’re our photographer and I can’t fucking stand you. So am I feeling guilty for almost being caught..out of fear of the boss? Yeah. Yeah that makes sense. I could care less about you. But soon enough I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the creaking of a door,I threw my cigarette off the rooftop and turned to you.

“What the fuck do you possibly want now?” I asked in a defensive yet cold tone. I crossed my arms across my chest as my green eyes burned into yours,emotionless. That’s how I was. That’s who I am. A cold,emotionless bastard.