Finding Them...

'The Music Room'

Before I start this chapter I want to say a few things. First off, thank you for 11.6K. I deleted my other post because I feel like I add too many chapters that aren't really chapters lol. I also am very excited for future updates because I already have a chapter planned out that i think is amazing. But, sadly, we aren't there in the story yet. 

- Lexi <3

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After the whole tour and everything the Quads were a little more quiet than usual, their father and older brothers sort of knew why. They knew it had something to do with the music room, maybe you didn't like it? Or they did something wrong?, that couldn't be the cause though. It didn't make sense. 

Pushing those thoughts away they went to dinner and waited for you guys to come down and when you finally did they started dinner. It was the same, the usual arguments and conversations here and there but they could tell you guys were off. You looked paler than usual, you had eye-bags that are more prominent now, your eyes held sort of a dead look. It was scary, your triplets held the same look. They wanted to figure it out, and they were going to do it soon.

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Day of the tour: Quads POV: 

The music room. 

Guitars.

Drums.

Piano.

Every. 

Single.

Instrument.

She

Ever. 

Played.  

The memories played in their heads over and over, the pure happiness you all once felt, the love you once felt, the safety you once felt. Now, all gone and in the past. You weren't the same. They weren't the same. Nothing would ever be the same. 

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Later that night, Guelias POV:

Before, everything, life was worth it. Worth fighting for. Before, you would do anything for your mom, wether she was crying and needed comfort, or she was sad or hurt, or when you just wanted to hear her laugh every second of  every day. You took those times for granted, the times where she was ever so gentle, so kind, so happy, so alive. You would've never thought things turned out the way they did. 

No. Everything wouldn't be the same. You had Ivan, he took you and your siblings in while you were in desperate need- want for someone or something to help you. You still had to face your moms Rath because he couldn't take you guys in. As much as he wanted to he didn't want to gamble on your lives. And you cherished him for that. A sort of familiar yet Un- familiar feeling began to bubble. Like you needed him. Needed him to reach out to you, comfort you, tell you everything would be alright, tell you it wasn't your fault, tell you that you were loved. 

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