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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"What the fuck?" Anastasio slammed the door shut, as if he trapping all of us in the office. "Where the fuck were the pieces of shit who were supposed to guard her?" He pressed on each word. His demeanour turned scary, his anger as if overpowered his senses, "and why the hell was she alone?" He turned his face to me, dark eyes turned darker, he looked straight in to my eyes, "Eleftheria, answer me, why did you leave the house alone?"
Bert placed a hand on my shoulder, making me feel safe, comfortable, "Tasio, that is enough, huh. She's getting scared."
He snorted, "She's getting scared," He mimicked Bert who rolled his eyes in return, "Why on earth is she getting scared? I am asking a general question, ain't I Zen?"
"Leave Anatasio." Zen spoke, "I won't repeat."
Tasio glared at me and left. The door slammed shut with an ear piercing sound.
A warm tear tickled down my cheek, "Can I leave please?" I wiped the tear away. Took a deep breath and tried to not fall weak in front of these cool people.
"No."
I looked at Zen with my eyes full of hurt. His eyes were settled on me, stoic and cold. So cold that they hid the fire of anger he had stored within his heart. What was he going to do? He was furious in the car. Now he looks the same, furious.
What work does he has with me? Can he not see how hurt I am, why is he trying to hurt me further? I wanted to go back to my room and lay down all wrapped in a warm comforter. Their coldness was hurting me more.
Bert pulled me closer, snaked a hand around my neck. He and Juliano were the only nice ones here. Rest are all ruthless. I rested my head on his chest, he ran a tender hand through my tresses. His rhythmic heartbeats calmed me down. He directed me to couch, I sat down.
"What were you doing Johannes?" Zen left almost no gap between him and the older twin, he patted the his shoulder, rings clad fingers abruptly grabbed younger guy's shirt's collar, "What the fuck were you doing?" Collar left. A hard push, Johannes stumbled back.
"Zen!" I stood up from the couch, "What are you doing?" Zen showed a palm, freezing me on my way. Helplessly, I looked at Bert, he bobbled his head in negative. My eyes clenched shut, reopened soon back.
"Don't Elefheria," Zen looked at me, "Don't even try to advocate for this irresponsible idiot-'
"It was not his fault, Zen. I swear-"
Zen shook his head, I sighed. "And you," He pulled Johannes closer once again by the collar, "Answer me, why the hell was she alone?"
I was shook. Johannes not did once answer him back or even free himself from the clutches of his oldest brother, when he could have done it easily.Even Tasio, he left the office with arguing. Are they all afraid of Mister Grouch? Or do they respect him? Cause I am sure Ezenquiel can love no one. Perhaps, why is he even doing this facade of being an over protective brother?
