Live A Little

Ch 4 : Home

You can play that song above for this chapter ^^^^^^

Alora P.O.V

I glance at my father and brother, my family, yet they are strangers to me. We are currently in a car, heading towards the airport. I gaze outside at the trees and buildings, the place where I've spent my entire life. The chirping of birds brings me out of my daydreams. Birds, such free creatures.

"How are you doing?" Bruno asks again. He has been asking me that repeatedly since we got in the car.

"Don't worry about me," I respond coldly, immediately regretting it when I see his face.

"Oh, okay... um, tell me if you need anything," he says, smiling, but his eyes tell a different story.

I know I shouldn't have been so rude to them when all they've been is nice, but I can't help it. I can't be nice to them; they will take advantage of it. Everyone does. I turn to look out the window, watching every turn we make, every red light we stop at. But I also watch the little kids playing on the sidewalks. Seeing them live without a care for tomorrow makes me jealous. Seeing them laugh out loud makes me envy them even more. I was never allowed to laugh. I was never allowed to play. But then again, how is that their fault? If only I could blame the right people.

"Let's go, sweetheart. We're here," I hear Nicolo say. I don't want to call him dad. I don't think I will ever want to call him dad.

I grab my backpack and get out of the car, only to see a large runway with a jet on it. Are they rich? Or are we at the wrong spot?

Bruno slowly and carefully looks at me, silently asking for permission. I nod at him, and he gently takes my hand, leading me to the large, beautiful jet.

(something like this)

Bruno gives me a small smile, a smile filled with hope, kindness, and love. A smile filled with possibilities. It takes everything in me not to smile. I can't believe this smile, at least I try not to. We walk inside, and I notice the symbols and colors of the jet. I make my way to sit in the very corner seat so that I don't have to talk to anyone, but Bruno follows me and sits with me.

I look at him questioningly. "What? I have to know every detail of your life. We are so going to become best friends," he says, noticing my questioning look.

"Why?" I ask, genuinely curious as to why someone would want to know about me.

"Because you're my baby sister. I want to get to know you," he answers with a soft smile.

At that moment, I feel as if I want to give them a chance, a chance to accept them as my family. But I don't. I won't. I can't create hope, not again. I will just leave when I turn 18, which is in a couple of months. But listening to Bruno calling me his sister is giving me second thoughts, which is something I can't afford to have.

"I think I'm okay," I say harshly.

"That's okay. I can talk, and then maybe you will feel comfortable too," he says hopefully.

Then he begins talking about all sorts of things, his hobbies, his brothers, well... our brothers. It feels nice to have him talk about the times he and Marco, I believe, fought and how the oldies had to ground them.

"So, enough about me. Do you feel comfortable enough to talk to me?" he asks.

I look away, and my eyes catch Nicolo's. He has his laptop on his lap, but he is looking at me and Bruno. I quickly look away and say, "Sure, uh... what do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, oh, tell me about your hobbies, and then we can gossip about things. And let me tell you, I got a lot of things," Bruno asks.

A giggle escapes my lips at his talking. "Yeah, um, well, my hobbies... um, I don't really have that many, but I love reading, writing poems, and playing some instruments," I answer his question.

"That's so cool. Maybe we can write poetry together, although I suck at it," he groans.

"Kiddos, not to disturb you, do you want to eat something or sleep before we reach home?" Nicolo asks.

Home.

Home?

Home is a place where you feel loved, a place full of light, a place where you don't feel alone, a place that completes you. I don't have a home, then. I guess I never felt like that anywhere or with anyone. I had houses but never a home. But Nicolo is so sure that his house can be my home. I doubt it. They will just get rid of me when they find out about all the abuse and that....

"I think I'm just going to sleep," I get up, answering his question.

"Goodnight, my little tube light," Nicolo says with joy.

I turn and look at him weirdly. Tube light?? "Night, baby sis, and ignore dad. He has gone crazy, I'm sure," Bruno whispers. "I can still hear you, Bruno," Nicolo says.

I leave and find an empty room with a small bed. I remove my shoes and lay down, but the thoughts of "home" make me overthink. Will they let me leave when I turn 18, or will I be stuck there? Will they be nice, or will they punish me? Those were the last thoughts I had before sleep overtook me, and I drifted away from reality into a dreamless slumber.

Authors note
Hi, everyone. How did you like this chapter. Its a little short to which I do apologize

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