"𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞."
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Alyssa, Alessandro and Alessio Smith have gone through hell.
They've been fighting to survive from the moment they'd first opened their eyes. Six...
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SAN SETS DOWN the backpack he's been carrying all this time as our eyes travel around the room we've been led into. It's ginormous. It's the size of our old house's first floor, and that without whatever is hidden behind the doors on either side of the room.
The walls are as white as the rest of the house. The floor is darker though, a dark brown, which looks almost black in the glow of the moonlight. Opposite the door is a window front much like the one in the living area downstairs, except for its height, which is only one story.
There's a huge bed stood to our right, the headrest almost taller than me and the bed itself fitting at least six people. It's beige, its frame a satin like material which looks soft to the touch. Other than the bed there's a black TV, a white desk and a few other small tables and shelves scattered around the room. Otherwise, it looks pretty empty for such a spacious room.
Subconsciously, my eyebrows have creased while I was examining the room. Wondering.
Is this where we'll sleep? Or is it a trap? Are they going to tease us with this and then send us to the basement?
I cringe at my own thoughts.
Shooing them away, I turn to the man who's still standing in the doorway, watching us carefully. He catches my gaze and clears his throat, drawing my brothers' attention as well. "Come on, I'll show you your rooms next," he announces gruffly as he takes a step out of the room.
The crease in my brows deepens.
What?
Then it dawns on me. They were only teasing us.
My shoulders slump as one of my suspicions are proven to be true. What others are true then as well?
Before I can run wild with those thoughts however, I move toward my brothers and prepare myself to leave. Speaking of. Taking a brief glance at Ale and San, I notice the tension in their shoulders. They still haven't loosened up since they entered the mansion.
I lay my hand on Ale's upper arm, as he stands closer to me. He doesn't acknowledge it, just keeps staring at the man with a hardened gaze. He doesn't dare glare though. Glaring could possibly anger him, he can't risk that with me in the room.
San, on the other hand, has picked up the backpack once again, face void of any emotion.
He was prepared for it, much like me.
Suddenly, a voice halts us in our movements. "What are you doing?" the man asks.
The frown returns as I catch the slightest hint of confusion in his voice.
What does he mean?
I feel my head beginning to ache. My mind has been swarmed with questions since the moment we'd set foot into the principal's office this morning, ever since our usual routine was interrupted and we were ripped out of our familiar environment, and it's slowly starting to take a toll on me.
