Her Five Brothers

Chapter 9 - Frozen

Aspens pov: TW

Silly cunts, that's what my new brothers are. All of them.

Last night, I refused to go down to the cinema room with everyone but Axel. According to Asher and Lorenzo, who came and sit with me after the movie, he got a bollocking off a lifetime from Elijah and Alexander. His punishment is no car, phone or any electronics for two months. He also has to do this dishes every night for 3 month, even though we have a dishwasher, wash everybody else's cars (a total of 8), deep clean the kitchen, dining room, cinema and gym, and if his attitude towards me doesn't change then I get to chose his next punishment. One little word from me could place him in the pits of hell. Alexander had practically gone red in rage at dinner so I'm surprised that he wasn't beat for it.

Adam would've.

However, that train of though led to a very graphic and painful memory of Adam and I didn't sleep after that, I was just too riddled with everything. Too much was going on in my head.

So, this morning, I was hoping for quiet, peaceful, serenity.

Not with five fucking boys. I can't even call them men at this point.

When I left my room and went downstairs to grab a snack, the twins and Lorenzo were arguing in the living room.

"Shut the fuck up, Asher!" Axel exclaims, managing to get his twin in a headlock.

"You know i'm right, you bastard." Asher growls out, looking at Lorenzo pleadingly.

"Actually, you're both wrong." The twins freeze comically, staring at their youngest brother with wide eyes.

"Meredith is the best Disney movie." Lorenzo explains.

Axel immediately lets go of Asher and throws himself at Lorenzo. They both tumble to the floor.

"TANGLED IS THE BEST DISNEY MOVIE!" Axel cries out, pinning Lorenzo to the wooden floor.

"NO! IT'S FROZEN YOU DUMB BITCH!" Asher exclaims, kicking Axel in his ribs. 

All three boys end up on the floor, playfully tussling with one another. They clearly weren't applying strength into their punches and were holding back. I watched in amusement as Asher dominated the fight before Axel threw him off and pinned Lorenzo, who refused to tap.

I leant against the door frame, just waiting for a disaster to happen.

And it did.

Axel pushed Asher hard into Lorenzo, who went tumbling backwards and right into a framed photo as me as a baby. I was sitting on Alexander's knee, staring up at him in admiration as the rest of our brothers smiled down on me.

The glass broke as it felt to the floor, creating a large sound as the frame snapped in half as well.

That's how we got here now, the three boys sat on the sofa as Alexander continuously lectures them about safety, arguing, fighting, and how the best Disney movie is actually sleeping beauty.

False.

It's Tangled.

As much as I am a hater of Axel, he is correct.

That physically pains me to say.

"What Disney movies do you watch?" Elijah whispers into my ear, watching Alexander with an amused expression.

"I'm too old for Disney." I lie, rolling my eyes subtly.

"What's you favourite?" He grins, knowing i'm lying.

I sigh in defeat. "Tangled."

"NO!" Asher and Lorenzo scream in betrayal as Axel shoots me a glare.

"Stop fucking glaring at me you sad bitch." I spit out, flinching as Elijah raises his hand to smack the back of my head softly.

Everyone looks at me in shock. "Well, bye." I wave to my brothers and sprint to my bathroom, taking a deep breath.

I wish I could just be normal. Have a normal life where I don't flinch at every little thing, or worry if I'm going to beat. A life where my mind isn't plagued by nightmares or thoughts or anything. A life which is serene, peaceful and not as stressful. However, I know that can never happen now. Sometimes I wish I could blame Adam. Sometimes I wish to blame my innocent dead mother, who is most likely turning in her grave at the state of me. Most of the time, I blame myself.

I wasn't good enough for him. I never will be because I couldn't save my mother for herself. It was my fault. She was depressed because her daughter wasn't what she expected. She was disappointed with me, she needed to be rid of me.

I slam my head against the side of the bath as I sit on the floor. My vision goes blank for a second and I begin to hyperventilate. My legs shake as I pull myself off the ground and my trembling hands reach for the sink. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Control. Give yourself control. I glance towards the mirror, fully taking in my baggy under eyes and thin frame. How my shoulder are hunched over and my face is pale with dry and broken lips. I looked sick.

With each deep breath, my ribs flared more and I wondered if life was always going to be this hidden for me. This secretive. Will I ever trust somebody again? Will I ever tell anybody? Should I?

I don't know. I probably should. I know for a fact I need medical attention, I'm not stupid. I know that the lashes on my back and the words carved into me are infected. I know my ribs could be broken and multiple other injuries. But do I want pity? Sympathy? No, not really. I hate those sorts of looks, as if you were a small puppy who had just been kicked.

I just want to be able to live freely. Maybe once I've settled more and the boys *cough* Axel *cough* have begun to be nicer to me then I will tell them. I don't want him to be nice just because he pities what I've been through.

I splash my face with cold water, getting the thoughts out of my mind. There's no point in worrying now because whatever happens, happens.