𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐀

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗

Lol I've decided to keep writing from third person POV from now on, so I don't have to switch POV's constantly :)

The following chapters contain stuff about mental health problems and eating disorders, it may trigger some people. Stay safe everyone <33

Melina walks past the three assassins and their father. "Come on girls," Alexei says, while grabbing Liliya's shoulder. The blondine quickly got herself out of Alexei's grip, and starts speed walking to catch up with Yelena. They all followed Melina to a tiny house, in the middle of a big field.

"Welcome to my humble abode. Make yourself at home," she said, leading them to the so called living room. Liliya could hear Melina mumbling something about a drink, before she left her kids to go to the kitchen. 

Natasha followed her immediately, but Yelena and Liliya wanted to look around for a bit more. The house wasn't very big, and from the lack of space, Liliya guessed that Melina didn't had guests very often. 

There was a small leather couch in the living room, with two chairs opposite of it. Next to the left window was a piano, which got Liliya's attention. Music was something she always loved, but it looked like this piano wasn't touched for years.

Next to the two large windows was the dining table. The two blondes both took a seat. Liliya's back facing the large windows, and Yelena on the opposite side of the table. They both didn't said anything, just enjoying each other's company. It was a good silence.

After a few minutes, Natasha and Melina came back. Natasha helped preparing the meal Melina made, the many small dishes cover the table for the most part. The redhead took the seat on Liliya's right, Melina sat down next to Yelena.

This silence was more uncomfortable. Liliya studied the food in front of her. It were traditional Russian dishes, with a few that she never tried before. While waiting for Alexei, Melina poured four glasses of vodka for the ladies at the table. 

Liliya poked into the food with her fork, ignoring the confused gazes from her mother. "What are you doing?" Natasha asked her younger sister. "Just making sure this isn't poisoned or something," she responded, looking at the brunette on the opposite of the table.

But before she could respond, the bathroom door opened, revealing Alexei suited up. "It still fits," he said with a big smile on his mouth. Liliya brought her hand up to her forehead, what do you mean 'still fits'? It looked like the red suit could tear to pieces each second.

"Oh my god," Yelena whispered, while Melina started clapping. "I've never washed it once," she said when Alexei took his seat. Liliya made a disgusted face at that comment. 

"Family." Liliya looked up from the table. Family. Just one simple word, and it could mean a lot of things. It could mean a small group of close friends. Or multiple people that need to survive together. But Alexei probably meant blood related. 

"Back together again," he continued. "Seeing as our family construct was just a calculated ruse that only just lasted three years," Melina started, "I don't think that we can use this term anymore, can we?" What? Yelena looked up to her little sister, but she couldn't read from her face how she felt after that comment. 

"Agreed," Natasha said. Great, it's only getting worse. Liliya started biting the inside of her lip, to distract herself. "So, here's what's gonna happen-" "Okay. A reunion then, huh?" Alexei interrupted the redhead while grabbing some food. "And, uhh... I wanted to say something right off the bat."

The man looked at his wife. "You haven't aged a day, huh? You're just as beautiful and as supple as the day they staged our marriage." "какого хрена," Liliya whispered, hoping someone would hear her (they didn't), overwhelmed from the things she just heard. What the fuck.