Their Shattered Angel

Knight's famous party

I am done looking at my brothers and not knowing what is going on. I know they are hiding something from me as we are all sitting on the couch in the living room, right after the incident. Blake hasn't addressed a word to me since the whole thing, while Damon has been disappearing every now and then doing God know what. Does he really have something better to do than support his god Damn sister ?

I have had enough of their little sneaking here and there, I want to know what all this is about. They can't just expect me to be all open towards them, when they do the exact opposite with me. I can't tolerate it anymore.

If this keeps on going I'm better of alone. I don't need them. I took care of myself for 10 years straight, hopping from foster care to the next until I landed at the Campbell's house. I was stuck there, but still I managed to take care of myself. And I still can.

"You have to tell me what your damn business is, because things have been happening around this house, which aren't normal !" I suddenly break the silence that was weighing around me and my brothers.

Leo who was just changing my bandages stops mid movement to look at me in the eyes, shock written all over his face. My poisonous green eyes look up to meet those of Blake who looks curious of my behaviour. As if he knew something was up with me and that I was hiding something.

I wait patiently for them to answer me by giving them death glares. Well that is until I see Damon giving me a warning look. But I don't stop, I have to know what is going on around this house. It's not like I haven't been in situations like this but still... my patience is on it's edge right now.

"The people attacking you were Italians." Greyson finally gives in, which only gets him to be slapped by Ethan in the shoulder. He ignores the warning glares of his brothers and continues."Let's say they are a rival company. Have been for a long time."

I give him a thankful nod and pinch my lips together, but wince when I feel the pain of my cut situated on my right cheek. I am grateful with the small information I just got, but I know it's all I will get because I soon get sent to my room by the demon. Or Damon call it whatever you want.

As soon as I leave the living room, yells irrupt one after the other. I stop mid staircase to try and listen to them just a little. Greyson and Blake are both trying to convince the rest to tell me the truth about everything. I feel a small pinch to my heart with this gesture, because I honestly didn't think any of them would stand up against Damon's decisions. We all know he is not someone you want to upset, because the consequences are never good.

I leave my spot in a hurry when I suddenly hear a loud shattering sound in the living room. Fear takes over me and it's like it sends me straight back to the horrible place I lived in for so long. I shut my door once I reach my room, and hide in my closet by pure instinct. I sit down on the ground with closed eyes and with trembling hands I reach my neck to try and get some oxygen in my lungs. Breath. Listen to your heartbeat.