All The King's Horses And All The King's Men

six - 'get off you imbecile.'

It's now 3pm, and we've just pulled up to the Rodriguez' house, or, should I say estate.

Arrogant rich sons of bitches, they've been rolling in it since they first opened their eyes while me and Theo fought for our survival, and they bat not a single eyelid.

The car rolled to an agonisingly slow stop, almost like it was taunting me, daring me to step foot inside of the prison awaiting me.

Dean carelessly opened his door, grabbed my bags and started walking towards his home like he's probably done a million times, coming closer to seeing our- his brothers like he's done a million times.

But for me, I was walking towards a house that I haven't seen since I was four, one that was once filled with laughter, young children, a loving mother, and the devil in disguise.

I was walking towards the very men who left me and my twin in inhuman pain and suffering for the last ten years of our lives, the same men who were offering up six million pounds for each of our heads, my brothers.

We reached the large, black door accommodating a large, golden lion head with a ring in it's mouth, so as to knock on the door.

He swung it open and threw his keys onto the table, before turning and giving me a warm smile, which faltered when I gave him an indifferent glance.

'Hey, Theo.'

'Hey L!'

'Want to make a bet?'

'Go on...'

'I bet you 500 pound that Dean's still a virgin.'

'Oh c'mon, you can't do dear old Dean like that little sis! You're on.'

'Be ready to give me 500 pounds, T.'

"BOYS, I'M BACK!" Dean bellowed, making me cringe slightly at the volume of his voice.

Who put a circus upstairs? Because it sounds like there are a herd elephants running down the stairs all at once.

We were stood at the foot of the stairs and all of a sudden a mess of limbs and brown hair fell at our feet. Right. Twins.

"You're an idiot, Santi. Get off." Oscar, I guess, groaned.

I snickered lightly at their current predicament, causing both of their heads to snap up to look at me. I held their curious stares for a good five minutes, before a pointed clearing of throat was heard from beside me.

"Right. Sorry. Hi, I'm Oscar and this is my twin Santi, well, he's really called Santiago but everybody calls him Santi, unless you're not part of the family then you have to call him Santiago. But you are part of the family so you can totally call him Santi, don't worry. Anyways, I'm sixteen and obviously he's my twin so he's sixteen too. We missed you so much, we were only six but you were like best fri-"

I cut him off with a snort, I already knew who they were.

This guy really likes to talk, huh?

Snickers resonated around the room, coming from Santiago and Dean, while Oscar just held an offended look, a hand to his heart in mock sadness.

Well shit, I said that out loud didn't I.

"Erm, yes. You did." Oscar sassed.

"Hey, Oscar. Do you want to like, get off of the floor and then continue?" I asked, with a raised eyebrow.

He quickly looked down, realised he was still on the floor, patted it and hauled himself up.

He rushed at me for a hug which knocked both of us down, making me smack my head on the carpet.