Emotional Dysregulation - When someone, doesn't show emotion, or shows one that does not seem to match their words or situation, or when we experience emotions which somehow seem 'out of sync' with the verbal message we are receiving from someone, we feel disconcerted and confused, sometimes without entirely realising why.
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I feel Isabella's head in my lap, I see her slowly closing her eyes "tired?" she nods so I pick her up out of her chair and put her on my lap putting her head in my neck as I run my fingers through her hair.
Were currently sitting in the fucking principal office waiting for him to let us in. The whore at the desks said we could go in while winking and showcasing her cleavage to us I get up with an eyeroll before sitting up with Isabella. My other triplet stands up with his usual emotionless face identical to my own.
We hated showing any emotion other than anger unless it's for Izzy. I quickly readjust her wrapping her legs around my waist before walking towards the door.
We both walk in sync scowling at anything and everyone. The first thing I notice is 2 people standing the corner? I don't pay attention to them, but I keep them in mind, you should always be aware especially with what we do.
The principal clears his throat before pointing to two seats in front of his desk. "I regret to inform you-?" he cuts himself off and just stops talking staring at us. I could sense Chris getting impatient his face saying it all as well as seeing the principal visibly shake, although I love this show there's other people I the room and I don't want him to blow our cover.
So I got up and unhooked Isabella's legs from me and gave her to him knowing having her in his arms would calm him down.
Me and my brother suffer from IED so basically, we can't control our emotions. Which is great for our jobs, but it also makes us very dangerous. We need something or someone to hold on to just basically to ground us and Isabella is that person, honestly I don't know what would happen if she wasn't with us.
It's not just us though she suffers from PTSD, as well as anxiety and separation anxiety so she needs us just as much as we need her.
"Well go one we don't have all day do we?" I snap causing the principal to gulp. I don't like questions. While we do have parents because we are minors we own several huge companies and mansions. My siblings and I are nowhere near broke in fact we are three of the youngest billionaires alive.
Even if Izzy doesn't know it.
Just no one has ever seen our faces "your parents died in a car crash I'm sorry" he looks at us with pity, I hate that look and I don't care about them. It's not like we actually interact with them we basically pay them to keep their mouths shut. He perked up "we had to do some background checks and found your real family, so we called them" he muttered out.
Family?
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I'm sitting outside on one of the couches in the garden when I get a call.
Unknown Number. I caustically answer.
"Hello I'm Tina Jones from Social Services in Madrid, am I speaking with Miss. Camilla De'Luca?" the woman on the other line spoke.
"Yes, this is she... what's wrong?" I furred my eyebrows. The woman cleared her throat and proceeded to talk "Yes umm, I'm here to inform you that Mrs. Quince Carter and Mr. Tyler Carter have been in a tragic accident and sadly didn't make it" the woman's soft voice explained "they were the guardians of Chris Carter, Matteo Carter and Isabella Carter and seemingly you are their birth mother am I correct?"
My whole world stopped.
My babies
"You're joking" I exhaled "no mam I'm not, I need to know if you will take custody or-?" "I'll take them" I cut her off. My babies, my triplets. We lost them when they were 2 and our lives have never been the same.
My other sons and husband started to close off but I wasn't much better either.
"I'll be there in 4 hours" "ok, well you can meet them at ST. Gregory High" writing all the information down then hanging up I go running inside my boys running next to me asking about the tears I didn't know that fell but I shrug them all off. "There coming back, we found them" instantly everyone knew what I was talking about and we made a plan.
Antonio and my oldest would go get them and the rest of us would hold the fort down, but I don't think any of us could focus on work right now.
