❝ You can be the most beautiful person in the world and everybody sees light and rainbows when they look at you, but if you yourself don't know it, all of that doesn't even matter. ❞
ADALAINE AIROLDI spends every second doubting her worth, spending...
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Adalaine Airoldi's best wasn't good enough. And that hurt.
For Adalaine had done absolutely everything asked for her, and it still did nothing. So the question remains, lingering in the chest of a broken girl, who was to blame?
Her mother? Maybe, as her expectations were shot to the extreme. Normand? Unlikely, but he had been in her life longer than her birth-father ever was, and he clearly failed in being a father-figure in her life. It certainly helped that Normand was a class A asshole that made her never want to step near him.
Then there was Beau, and in a way, her loss of a sibling relationship with him- might hurt just a little more than whatever Amelie would spit out regarding the youngest Airoldi's body. Because there was once a day when they had each other. Sure, it became slightly strained at the age of thirteen when Adalaine became increasingly more aware of just how privileged and lucky they were. And Beau didn't bother to blink an eye towards the injustices surrounding the island. But even that wasn't enough for them to stop going on bike rides together, making up excuses for why they returned past curfew and dozens of other things the two siblings did with one another.
But one day, a few years later, he snapped.
It wasn't too much of a shock, as his friends were becoming increasingly toxic and he was the kind of person to feed off others' energy. But that doesn't change the fact it hurts.
To be fair, it was around when everything that Adalaine loved was falling apart too. So she barely batted an eye towards the sudden red eyes and disheveled hair, as her own were just the same. ━━ but his was almost always due to weed and extensions drinks of brandy, not the coke and diet pills Adalaine kept in her back pocket.
But the night of the party where Kiara came and practically scooped her out of the party, was a wake up call for her to do better. ━━ yes it was a challenge (and yes, kiara was never told about the diet pills), the curly-haired girl didn't leave her side. But together they emptied the contents of the small baggy into the toilet and flushed it away.
Beau on the other hand, spent that night and the many weeks after, waking up to the wondrous world of cocaine. She had heard the rumors about his small business with Rafe, selling coke to other figure eight teens and the tourists that visited━━ but she did her best to ignore them. Adalaine didn't want to believe it.
It wasn't until a few months later when she found herself back at a party at figure eight (don't ask why, she truly has no idea why she bothered showing her face there anyway), where she saw Beau snorting lines with Rafe before being handled a wand of cash by some familiar faces at the academy. It hurt, but Adalaine had promised herself and Kiara that she wouldn't fall down that path again, and that was the moment she truly knew that Beau wasn't really her brother anymore.
