Dear, Theo

3

I open my car door for Zeus and he jumps out. Theo then gets out and stands right next to me.

Although I don't like to admit it, I do have a slight liking for him. Ok, maybe years of always being around him I started noticing the way his hair is always perfectly curly and styled just the right way. Or how his clear blue eyes shine when hes in direct contact with the sun. Or how his dimples show everytime he talks or slightly smiles at someone.

Oh god, those dimples.

"Calm down," he grabs my hands gently and pulls them apart. "Breathe."

I do as he says and slowly take a deep breath in.

He wraps his arm around my hips and with the same hand he holds my left hand.

What. The. Fuck.

I open my front door to see my brother all in the living room. Usually in a normal situation I would ignore them and walk straight up stairs to my room and not come down until dinnertime, but today...today's different.

I let go of Theo's hand, walk straight to the man whose raised me and give him a tight hug. My eldest brother, Calum.

"We heard what happened," he says sweetly as he gives me a kiss on my forehead. "He's in his office." He lets go of me and continues, "he said to tell you to go there with Theo once you came home."

He eyes Theo as he stays very close behind me. Zeus sits down next to me as I nod my head and sigh.

"Alright. Thanks for telling me." I give him a bittersweet smile.

"Goodluck."

I walk to the stairwell very slowly. I do not want to talk to him.

"Come on, Lina. The quicker we get there the quicker you get it done." Theo states quietly since my brother could still hear us.

I'm the youngest of 8. Calum, the oldest. Chris, second oldest. Conner, 3rd. Carlos, 4th. Cameron, 5th. Carter, 6th. Castor, 7th, and me, 8th.

Dad's office is the first door you see when you walk up the stairs. I kneel down to Zeus and take off his vest. He's off for the rest of the day. He walks back to my brother and grabs his favorite toy to play with.

I continue walking up the stairs, Theo's hand placement the same as when we walked through the door. Butterflies flutter in my stomach but no time to focus on that today.

We reach the top of the stair case.

"I dont want to go." I groan.

"Go." He says firmly.

I groan again.

"Go!" He says again. He nudges his head towards the door.

I roll my eyes and knock on the door.

"Come in." Dad says.

I turn the knob and slowly open the door. I keep my face straight, eyes dull, no expressions at all.

"You better have a good reason to sell your only daughter off." I sit on the couch in his office and kick my feet onto the coffee table.

Theo sits next to me and takes my feet off the table. I try to kick my feet free of his grasp, but he just tightens his grip.

"I dont need a reason. I am your father, you do as I say."

What the actual fuck.

"Ok. I know you did not just say that. You are not my father. You never were, you never will be. You were never there for me. You disappeared for 10 years. No one knew where you were. Later to find out you were with your mistress. Calum raised me, Calum is my father, not you. It will never be you. I'm only going to agree with this for the sake of my business. We're done here." I rant to him.

He looks speech less. Serves him well. He deserves all the misery he gets.

Mom died when I was 7, dad dissapeared only a couple months later. We had found out that he was cheating on mom all our lives.

I slam his door and angrily storm off to my room, Theo following closely behind. My breath is hard, my hands are shaking, and my eyes are watery out of anger.

"Catalina," Theo calmly calls me.

I ignore him and keep walking. I go up the stairs until I reach the bedrooms on the 3rd floor. 1st floor is all kitchen and living room, 2nd is dad's office, bedroom, bathroom, closet, and everything else dad has, 3rd is all of our rooms, basement is security, lower basement is the prison, and attic is the armory.

The rooms are ranked by oldest to youngest, youngest being closer to stairs, so my bedroom is just right there. I put my code in the door handle since the boys like to go into my room for my skincare and just to be annoying.

I open my door and wait for Theo to get in until I slam my door as hard as I can. I pace around the room, my hands closed into fists, digging my nails into my skin, making my palms bleed.

"Ugh!" I yell as I punch and kick everything I can.

"Catalina," Theo says, "I get your angry, but taking it out on your room isn't ideal."

He's right. Do I care? Not really. Do I stop? Yup. Not for him tho. I dont feel like cleaning.

I slump down on my bed and scream into a pillow. Theo sits down on the bed softly caressing the nape of my back trying to get me to calm down.

Slowly the screams turn into soft cries that later turn into muffled sobs. Not out of pain, but out of anger.

"It's okay." Theo says as to an attempt to comfort me.

I cry for another 30 minutes only to get tired. My breathing slows and slows and slows...and slows...and slows...and slows, until I slip into a deep sleep.