Life of sixteen year old Ethena was cute. In a small cottage, warm food, some friends and a loving grandmother. She was content. Unfortunate series of events were a rollercoaster ride leading her to the lowest of her life, making her meet her five e...
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Ezenquiel was furious, white knuckles fiercely held on the steering wheel were the apparent proof of it. He internally was grateful to his stars, that made him reach on time to the coffee shop, when Johannes phone was unreachable, the guards sounded eerily secure. Unable to settle with uncannily feeling that rose up in his heart, he decided to reach the place his younger siblings were.
It was just his intuition if something was not right. Belonging to profession, where danger was just a knock away, Ezenquiel never had the chance to not go by his gut feeling and remorse. Today would have been the worst, when the group of teenagers who had no shame while harassing a lady. The lady, who is his baby sister. He would have killed every single person of the group, still he could not protect his sister. Thankfully, he to the least saved her from some wounds.
Tender touch brushed on his rough knuckles, from the busy road, he shifted his gaze to his little sister. Eyes swollen, cheeks and nose turned to the color of rose, she sniffed, with a free hand rubbed her eye, "You're angry, Zen," Brows pulled together, "is it because of me?" She asked in whisper.
Ezenquiel shook his head, "No. Because of those morons," pressing harder on the accelerator, the vehicle's speed increased up, "but you don't worry about it. This is my problem, I will manage it." He shared a last glance with her, with both of them breaking the eye contact, they looked at the road in front of them. With Elefthria occasionally glancing at her brother's way.
Car halted in front of their mansion's entry, Ezenquiel stepped down, walked over to the other side and helped his sister getting down. Handing the keys to the valet, he walked her to her room, "If you need something let a maid know," He pointed at left of her bed, to a white wireless telephone kept on the side table, "the number is 7." He turned the balls of his feet to the opposite side, to take a leave.
While Eleftheria stopped him, he raised a brow.
"Zen, what are you going to do?"
"As in?"
She frowned, thinking, if he was genuinely clueless or playing sheer dumb. "Umm- about th-the guys... who were..." she clenched her eyes shut, "never mind, I'm sorry." She clicked her tongue. Found herself to be an idiot, that she thought, Mr Hubris would ever be kind to her.
Ezenquiel cleared his throat, fixed the knot of his tie, "I will take a leave now."
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Metal table hurled across the cold, dim lit hall. Man tied on the chair flinched. Another punch stroked on Liam's face. Trail of crimson gushed down from his mouth, spit lip swollen. Eyes turned black. Deep cuts on multiple places, so were the multiple hand imprints.
Slashes on his hands and arms, some bleed. Rib cage probably broken, with a few bones of his arms and legs. Liam was not in a good state. The fact he messed up with the wrong person, was instilled deep down his soul now. Whimpers escaped his mouth, no one paid any heed.
