The Model and 8 brothers - Completed

Part 2

THIS IS YOUR TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER, CONTAINS SUICIDE, DEATH, PANIC ATTACKS, DEPRESSION

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~Karma's POV~

Pulling up to the agency where myself and Joey were going to film, I rang Ashton to make sure he was there before us so he could escort us through the crowds of people. I knew that the paparazzi were going to be there but I just didn't know how many. I saw that the whole of the sidewalk was covered in the press. I started to panic. My breathing got heavier and my vision went blurry. I grabbed Joey's arm, then everything went black.
As I gained consciousness, I saw that we were still in my car. Joey was on the phone with Arlo telling him I had an anxiety attack and that they had to get here fast.
"Yo Theodore (Joey's middle name/Karma's nickname for him)... I'm up bitch." I say startling him
"WHORE YOU SCARED ME!" He yelled as he hung up the phone, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug.
"I'm okay, just an anxiety attack from all the media," I reply, "Let's go, shall we?"
"Are you sure you're okay?" He questions
"I'm fine." I chuckle back

Climbing out of the car, Ashton came walking towards me with a straight face, I could tell he was worried by the fact he started to play with his nose ring, he always does this.
Walking towards the entrance, bodyguards surrounding us, questions were flown left right and centre at me and Joey, the clicking of the cameras blinding me. We just had to get into the building.

"ARE YOU AND JOEY DE LUCA A COUPLE"
"WHO ARE YOU WEARING?"
"KARMA, WHO IS YOUR FAVOURITE SIBLING"
"KARMA, WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS?"

*SLAM*

The last question before the door's closed really hit me, my parents. My parents died in front of me when I was 9, they were in a hit and run accident, I was in the car. I blame myself for their death, I could have stopped it. THEY COULD HAVE FUCKING LIVED IF IT WASN'T FOR ME. If I had actually been a decent child, they would still be alive, if I had just behaved, they would still be alive. I was misbehaving in the backseat, my father, who was driving, turned around to tell me off. He never got the chance. A car slammed into us, I still remember one thing from that night, one gut-wrenching thing, my mother's scream. It is engraved in my mind, as I watched the life drain out of my father's eyes. I went into a dark place a few years later. I was bullied at school, they told me it was my fault, that it should have been me and not them. That's not even the worse part, you would think that it was the children that were bullying, well it wasn't, it was the teachers, they told me to kill myself, they called me a slut and that I was selfish, I was a fat and ugly hoe. I began to starve myself at 12, I developed anorexia, I nearly died. I would self-harm at 13 and I still have the scars to prove so. The only reason that I got better was to be able to watch my brothers and Joey grow up, they are the only reason I am alive now and I love them for it. I have been having anxiety attacks for quite some time, though I had never actually passed out before, it's all invisible to the eyes, all the screams, the pain, the torture of your own mind questioning your every move, every thought. I used to think that every day was the same but the days started to feel longer, the headaches were getting worse, the cuts were deeper, tears were dry, I was too numb to feel. It's like building a brick wall for every brick you place, one gets taken away and placed on you, they weigh you down but you live with it, every so often the pile falls and crushes you beneath so you have to remove them brick by brick.

Pulling me out of my trance Joey placed his arm over my shoulder, I looked at him with a tight smile.
"Ahhh Mr De Luca, pleasure to meet you." The director said, shaking his hand.
Turning towards me, "Miss Moretti, you are gorgeous, it is an honour to be in your presence." Trying to shake my hand, Ashton stepped in the way.
Ashton cleared his throat, ready to make his speech, I rolled my eyes a little, "You are not to touch Miss Moretti, she is currently under strict protection. Therefore, you have to have to prove who you are with your ID and then you may shake her hand"
"Ash, it's okay, I know who he is." I say moving him out of the way.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr Parks," I state shaking his hand

We follow him to where the shoot is happening only to find it in chaos. What is happening?
"Guys, what is going on?" Mr. Parks asks, nobody replies
"I said, guys what is going on?" Still nothing.
"Let myself and Joey handle this," I say while giving Joey a look.
"Umm okay?" The director says
"LISTEN HERE YOU LOT!" Joey booms
I start shouting out orders getting everyone into their correct positions, making sure that everything is the way it should be.
"Holy mother of God, how on Earth did you do that?" Mr. Parks questions
"Practice." Me and Joey say in unison.

I heard what seemed to be a herd of elephants, crashing down the hallway. Oh, wait. That's not elephants. It's my brother's. WAIT, MY BROTHERS! Fuck, Shit, ahhhhh.
"Hide me, Joey!" I yell jumping behind him.
"No can do Karma." He states moving out of the way.
That's when I see it, all of the 8 Moretti brothers, standing in a line looking at me. I look towards Mr. Parks, he has fear in his eyes.
"KARMA!" all the brother's voice's boom in unison. I heard a tonne of questions fly their way towards me.

"Are you okay?"
"What happened?"
"Are you hurt?"
"Eww, your outfit!"
"Put some clothes on!"
"Shut up Alex!"
"WHERE'S THE FOOD?"

Me and Joey just burst out laughing, we knew exactly who the last one was, Aiden always did love food.
"I will answer your questions in a minute, just gimme a sec," I say, turning towards Mr Parks and his team
"Everyone, OUT NOW!" I yell
"Damn sis, you got a voice on ya," Adam says roughing up my hair
"Shut the fuck up!" I say
"Now, to answer your questions, I am okay, I had a panic attack, what is wrong with my outfit? No, I will not put more clothes on, yes Alex, shut up and Aiden the food is in my dressing room, help yourself." I explain
They all looked at me gobsmacked that I had just remembered all their questions. Except for Arlo and Aiden, Arlo just stood there smirking and Aiden said.
"Good, because the food Austin made was disgusting, it tasted like a horse's asshole." He states, making me laugh
"AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT A HORSE'S ASSHOLE TASTE LIKE?" Austin asks while Aiden goes to the food. "Yeah, I do, YOUR FOOD!" At this point, Joey was on the floor crying with laughter"Okay, get up Theodore, we have work to do, are you staying?" I ask my brothers

"Yes."
"Sure."
"Whatever.."
"Oww bitch why did you thump me."
"You were being a gilipollas (dickhead)"
"OOOoooo he's talking in Spanish, you in trouble now." 

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