Alora

Chapter 7

Azalea:

I woke up feeling tired, my head hurt and my ribs were worse than yesterday. I got up slowly and did my business, got dressed and once I saw that it was already 9am I decided to make my way to the kitchen.

I started walking and I have to say that until my ribs heal these stairs will be the death of me. Making my way to the kitchen I saw everyone sitting and waiting for their breakfast to be ready. Once they noticed me some acknowledged me and some...let's just say weren't too happy to see me.

"Good morning Tesoro, how did you sleep?" Darien asked in a soft voice, i cant say I'm not used to be talked to or even asking about me. One thing I know is that I'm not trusting them that easily.

"I slept well, thank you" i said with no emotion in my voice looking him straight in the eyes. I have to show these people that I'm not scared of them even tho i am scared shitless. I wasn't planning on eating anything until a plate of French toast was set in front of me. I looked up and saw Lucio smiling at me.

I looked at him blankly and then at the toast a little warily. Was i sitting in someone's seat? Should I get up? He wouldn't make me toast, he doesn't even know me.

"It's for you sweetheart, eat up" Lucio said with a happy voice. I was hesitant tho, if ate this and got punished it would be reasonable as I ate last night and nothing happened. I look at the toast one last time and you know what fuck it, it looks too good, it's worth a punishment.

I bring the toast to my mouth and take a big bite. If end up getting beat for it at least I would be proud that I managed to eat some. I look up and no one's paying attention to me and i sigh relieved until I catch eyes with Sergio. He was calculating me but I moved my gaze away from him not giving him the chance.

Once everyone was done, it was time to go to the shops. I hate shopping honestly. It's just boring.

"Come on Lea, let's go to the shops!" Matteo said and i followed him throughout the house to the garage. The other two boys following behind me. Got in a car and went to the shops.

I wont get into details I'll just say that shopping with them was..interesting for sure. They bought everything and anything I glanced at and then we came back. I was honestly tired so I wanted to go to my room but luck was not on my side as always.

"Azalea can we talk please?" Darien said in a monotone voice so i just nodded and followed him to his office. Sitting down all the males were here looking at me like hawks.

What's up with them and these looks they give me. One minute they look at me like am some kind of lost treasure they just found, and the next like I did some major crime. Which could not be a lie but we don't talk about it...at least not yet.

"So?.." I asked with boredom in my tone as none of talked..they just stared.
Darien cleared his throat and started speaking.

"How was your day?" He asked a little too fast, honestly he looked nervous and i felt bad for him. He obviously wanted to ask me something else, if don't know why he's hesitant.

"It was fine.....am I in trouble?" I asked genuinely confused because I really dont know where this is going.

"Oh no, no you're not in trouble" he said again and honestly I just got done with the shit show.

"Just fucking ask it already damn" i said in an angry tone rolling my eyes in the process as it was getting annoying and i was tired. He looked a little shocked at first but then he cleared his throat and finally spoke.

"First language and secondly we just wanted to know...how was living with your umm father" he said referring to him with a little angry tone and like the word was poison to him.

Although at the mention of him the colour drained from my face. I could feel my hands getting sweaty and I tried to keep my calm but it was really hard.

"Step father and it was..fine, why do you ask? I answered with no emotion although my body language was screaming something different which I tried to hide really hard.

"Fine huh? Was he treating you good? What was your childhood like? Was he a good father?" He asked all at once and stopped once Matteo hit him with his elbow. What is he trying to do asking me about him.

At the rate of his questions I started to get overwhelmed and visually uncomfortable but my rage was even more visible. If he keeps going I'll sure break something in here.

"Step father, he was fine, my life was fine, everything was fine. Why are you asking about him" i answered in anger and I was sure I was burst in any second now. They have no right!

"Because we want to know more about you dear" he said looking a little skeptical now but I wasn't sensible enough to spot my blabber mouth from running.

"You know enough things from my life. There's nothing else you need to know." I answered with a little defence now. I really don't know what he is up to but I know I don't like. I wont let him in if that's what he is trying to do.

"Azalea we care about you we just-" he started speaking nonsense and honestly I couldn't hear any of this anymore so I interrupted him.

"Ha! You care! I think I heard enough for today, can I leave I'm tired" I said with venom dripping from my tone. These people claim they care yet I never saw one of them come for me when I needed at least a listening ear. Now I won't let them do joke about this with me.

"Azalea, we do care about you, honey" he said looking a little desperate and honestly pathetic if I say so myself. But I wasn't having it.

"Sure, can I go now?" I asked once again hoping I could just rest my mind from this circuit. He signed in defeat and said the words I've been so desperate to hear.

"Yes, you may leave" he said looking at me as if I would disappear in thin air at any moment.

"Fucking finally" i said with a roll of my eyes and dashed for the door. In the background I heard someone yell "language" but I didn't even answer as I was far away and honestly I didn't really give two shits.

I made it to my room and once I was in my pjs I fell on to the bed and with a sigh I tried to sleep. My last thoughts were screaming for me to be wary of them, that a conversation like might happen again but i wont let them. Even if they tie me up I won't speak about what I went through. They don't deserve to know.

No one was there from except for my self and...someone I dont want to think about.

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