"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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LOOKING AROUND, I take notice of the curious gazes piercing our sides. Gazes of all kinds. From warm ones, swarmed with healthy curiosity - there are maybe two or three of that sort - to the coldest of gazes we've been ever regarded with by strangers, filled with a kind of hardness that makes my skin crawl.
Are they judging us? Do they know that we're only pretense rich? That we don't belong here? Can they see it too?
Already?
I unconsciously take a step closer to San, gnawing at my bottom lip anxiously. I don't like having this much attention on me, especially not when accompanied by such judgemental, unwelcoming looks.
Thanks to Marcello having given us our schedules and locker numbers on the weekend already though, we don't have to visit the secretary's office and can go straight to our first class, which I'm quite thankful for as it limits the amount of social interaction we have to indulge in.
When we finally arrive at the door to the class room, it's empty so we decide to just choose three seats in the very back by the window to settle down in, in hopes that nobody's claimed them as their personal seats. I wince a bit as I sit down, a familiar pain rushing through my lower stomach suddenly. I subconsciously cross my legs as I hope for the ghastly feeling to pass.
Please, not right now.
My brothers being my brothers, they instantly take notice of the sudden change in my posture - as subtle as I intended for it to be. Ale shifts his chair closer to me. "That kinda pain?" he inquires softly, so softly I almost don't catch the hint of guilt threaded into his words.
That kinda pain. The one those sessions caused.
I bite down on my lip, tears pooling in my eyes as I nod my head. I feel pathetic for tearing up so quickly, but I can't help it. This pain is just the tip of the iceberg right now, with everything that has happened in the past week.
It's not shame that produces the tears though, it's the reminder. The reminder of what our childhood looked like, what pain we've experienced, I have experienced. The kind of pain no one our age should ever even get even the tiniest taste of.
It's not fair.
San gingerly pets the back of my head as he checks the door, making sure that no one is here to see this moment of 'weakness'. He knows that, judging from what we've seen them be and do earlier, they'd most probably take advantage of it.
When he's made sure that no one is trying to enter yet, he moves closer and places a gentle kiss on my forehead just as Ale's hand sneaks underneath my blouse as it finds its way onto my naked stomach. The warmth his hand provides instantly relieves some of the pain and I feel my shoulders relax slightly.
