A Lily Amongst Roses

Eleven

All I gotta say is; enjoy.

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Monday

I nervously sat in the dining room, anxiously waiting as I glared evils at the clock on my phone, my knee bouncing up and down slightly.

My tutor is due here in five minutes for my first session, and quite frankly I was more than terrified. I have never met this person.

They could be homophobic, racist or you know... a bad person.

Wait.

Arlo gets fucked by Rome so I doubt Giovanni will hire someone who's homophobic.

Phew. At least that was one worry off of the list.

Now for the other hundred worries left.

Okay, Rue. Now you're being ridiculous.

There's nothing to worry about. It's just a person.

Shit. They're a person.

I'm the corner of my eye I noticed Maximus walked down the stairs heading to the door before he turned noticing my leg shaking within the dining room, he paused. Making his way towards the sliding glass door, knocking, before letting himself in.

He sat down at the seat beside me, we were faced centre of the table facing directly outwards the entrance of those beautiful oak doors.

It's been a few days since they dropped the 'you have an uncle' bomb.

I stared in disbelief. "What?"

Giovanni spoke eating from his chocolate ice cream, "You have an-"

I interrupted him, "No. I know you've said that. How come you didn't tell me before?"

They all looked at each other, "You were grieving your mother and still are. We didn't want you to overwhelm you."
I laughed dryly, "I get overwhelmed anyway. That's just how I am." I sighed, finally taking a bite from my ice cream in a cup, "Is there anything else you have to tell me?"

They did. Turns out. Not only do I have an uncle, but my father is alive as well. Which I had assumed to be dead due to the absence within the house.
Since then they've tried talking to me and offering for me to head down to the market in the towns square, but I had simply refused. Burying myself in Minecraft and my psychology books.

"Hey, how're you doing?" Maximus gently spoke, leaning back in his chair. I didn't respond.

He sighed, "I know." His voice was soft, deep and husky, the softest I've ever heard him speak, he reached out for my hand, which the marks of Vivianne were slowly healing.

I let him, his actions were gentle my eyes softened as I listened to him, "I know you're hurt by us. I would be too. But, we had to follow father's wishes. It was honestly the biggest secret we've ever had to keep. I was furious when I found out he didn't want to tell you. You are his daughter. You deserved to know he was at least alive." He coughed slightly, my gaze turning to him, unlike most of the brothers, he had hazel-green eyes, just like me.