𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀

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𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘

"𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 "
- 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘴.𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦

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TW : MENTION ABUSE & ABR

"Come downstairs honey" My father called me gently.

In a hurry, I ran my way down the stairs, in distress due to the soft voice that seemed fake in my ears.

Instead of finding him alone, I caught sight of my older brother speaking with him. A smile spread across my face almost instantly, he's always busy filming new films owing to his job as an actor. Therefore, it's been almost three weeks since I saw him last.

I automatically ran in his arms, not listening to my body as it screamed at me to stop. Not that you could guess there was anything on my ten years old skin, I learnt better then to show it.

At the sound of rapid footsteps, he turned to greet me with his smile and his arms open for me to jump in.

"Seb !" I yelled excitingly.

"Hi pumpkin" He whispered in my ear before he planted a kiss on my forehead.

He kept me in his protective arms as I held tight, thinking that if I ever let go, I would just wake up.

Despite being from different fathers, him being a hundred percent Romanian whereas I only had fifty from my mother side, we were inseparable. The feeling of something missing from each other's lives each time he's away.

He lifted me easily on his right hip while I hid my face in the base of his neck. It's weird how we always worked so well together, even when mom was still there he played a massive role in my life. Since my mamă (mom) passed away, two years ago, he took care of me when my father, should I say genitor more than anything else, never did.

I could hear the deep voices of the two adults talking, especially my brother as it echoed in my ears but I was too focus on taking in my brother's distinct cologne, a sent I was slowly beginning to forget which pains me more than the black, purple and blue bruises on my ribs and stomach.

Soon enough, we got out of the house that held so many beautiful memories but now only haunting my nightmares most of the nights, equally what I call my home since my birth.

Seb explained to me that he'll be working on a set not too far from here for the next week or so and I'll be living with him for the time being. He bought a house few years back next to the beach and I have my personal bedroom in it.

The feeling of an overwhelming joy took a hold of me and translated itself into a huge smile plastered across my face.

He gently put me in the passenger seat and it's only when he turned that I let myself wince from the pressure the seatbelt applied on my bruises. It only last a second before my smile returned to its original position.

After less than an hour of driving, we parked in front of a set which my brother informed me was for 'Captain America : The Winter Soldier'.