The Missing Bianchi Twins

Chapter Three- Alive?

POV: Riccardo

"Hello my names Lisa I'm a social worker in England"

"Well Lisa you must have the wrong number" I reply. As far as I'm concerned all of my brothers are in Italy. But they are sneaky little shits sometimes.

"I don't believe I do Mr Bianchi I have Lucia and Dante Bianchi here and a dna test confirmed that you are their sibling. Their um guardians? Parents? Have sadly gotten into an accident which has resulted in them being in a coma so i was hoping you would take custody of them?"

Time seem to have stilled. They're alive? They've been found? After all these years I thought they had been killed. I snap out if whatever trance I was in when I hear

"Hello? Mr Bianchi?"

"Yes hello, I will take custody of them and get a flight there today. Make sure they are comfortable"

"Okay Mr Bianchi. When you get here the paperwork will be given to you to sign and then a social worker in Italy will come to do an inspection to make sure the twins are okay."

"Okay thank you I will call when I land, which police station?"

"It's ........... station"

"Okay goodbye"

I hang up and turn to my younger brother.

"They've been found" I whisper with a small smile as a single tear falls down my face.

POV: Dante

I'm currently laying on some uncomfortable police chairs with my head on Lucias lap whilst she strokes my hair. It's peaceful like this, no thoughts or memories or nightmares. I'm playing with the fingers of her other hand whilst we wait for a social worker or police officer to tell us what's happening. A small part of me hopes we have some family like an aunt or uncle that our parents didn't tell us about but I don't want to get my hopes up just for them to be brutally destroyed when we have to go into foster care, although I don't think anything worse could happen then what we've already been through.

** talk about abuse

There's always been beatings but they just got progressively worse over time. I don't remember when the first hit was, when this all started but this isn't the case of having a wonderful life up until a tragedy happens and our parents became alcoholics and started beating us. I don't think, no I know they've never loved us. The beatings were always worse for me though, I was a clumsy child, drop a cup? Smack Burn the food? kick

I tried to protect Lucia when I could I took most of the beatingd. It's not that she's weak but she's my sibling. I'll always protect the people I love and care about and I took most of the pain. I don't regret it and I never will because knowing my sister got to live a slightly better life than me makes it all worth it. What's worse than the physical pain is the mental. The insults shouted at me, at us. Physical injuries may heal but I know the psychological scars will always be there.

**

"Hey" Lu whispers to me. And I realise that there's a lady stood on the opposite side of the room staring at us with a small smile. I'm happy that there isn't much pity there and I'm assuming she's a social worker considering she's not in police uniform.

" So we actually got in contact with your biological brothers who live in Itay and the eldest Riccardo is flying over here to take you guys home after he signs the custody paperwork as he is old enough to do so."

Shock. That's all I feel. We have a family? Will they hurt us? Will they....love us? I can feel the slight sliver of hope trying to make its way to the surface but I'm not stupid. I don't think anybody could love me except for Lucia and I'm okay with that. I won't trust them. I won't have hope. Because I will not let that hope crumble again. That would be too damaging and I'm already so far gone. So I put Lucias fingers down and sit up with my emotionless mask back on and look to Lucia.

"We don't have any biological brothers." Our masks are hard as rock right now and I know she's just as confused as I am.

The social worker sighs before she starts to explain everything.

"We looked back at police reports and missing person cases and came across you two. You were kidnapped from Italy at 3 years old and your family reported it. Those people you lived with.... they weren't your parents."

....What? I'm immediately overwhelmed. All of that pain and they aren't even out parents? I should've fought back. I should've...

Then all I see is black.

POV: Lucia

I hear a thud and look over to see Dante has passed out on the chairs so I immediately go over to him and sit by his head again and put his head in my lap.

"Get out" I tell the lady coldly. Dante will wake up when he wakes up but this isn't the first time he's passed out from being overwhelmed.

"Is he okay? Do I need to call an ambulance?" The dumbass social worker asks, thinking about it I don't even know her name.

"No he's just passed out it's happened before now leave, I'll take care of him." I glare at her until she walks out the room.

I sigh as I look down at Dante and grab his hand to run circles on his palm until he wakes up.

POV: Riccardo

After I told Vincenzo what happened on the phone call we immediately called for the private jet and sped until we arrived at the plane.

We got on board and that lead to the 2 hour flight to England which was filled with questions, tension and anxiety. I hoped that the twins are doing well, but they were kidnapped, by a mafia no less and I know that it must've been tough.

We run into the police station and go to the front desk.

"Riccardo Bianchi I'm here to take custody of Dante and Lucia Bianchi" I say quickly

"Yes sir. Lisa the social worker is the lady with the black pencil skirt and blouse walking down the corridor right now. You'll need to speak to her"

I turn my head and see the lady she's talking about who has a worried expression on her face and we both immediately walk over to her.

She looks up "Mr Bianchi?" She looks confusedly at Vincenzo

"This is my brother. Where are they?" I ask. I'm desperate to see them and confirm that this is really them.

She sighs and looks worriedly before explaining

"They are currently in a waiting room however Dante passed out I think from the stress and the overwhelming situation after I told them they were in fact kidnapped and that they had brothers. That there parents weren't really their parents"

"WHAT?!" I shout. Is he okay. He passed out? Why didn't they call an ambulance or a doctor? Fucking idiots.

"This way I'll take you to them" she says as she leads us to a room. The door has a window to see through and I stop and stare for a moment. They look just like us. And mum and dad.