" They're words. They mean whatever you interpret."
Elara Valenti, a seventeen year old girl just trying to get by. Well, get by killing, fighting, arrests and abuse.
Elara was taken at the mere age of two from her family, the Valenti's.
Or, the It...
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I wanted to let my anger out. I wanted to fight. I needed to feel something. Fynn saying that brought bad memories back in my head and I needed to get rid of them.
I pulled into the garage and quickly got out, slamming the door and putting the keys away. I walked into the house and was glad I didn't see anyone. I ran up the stairs, ignoring my ribs aching pain and shut then locked the door.
I looked for the Apple bag that was placed near my bathroom door and I found the phone. I took it out and saw my brothers contacts were already in. How? I don't know. I didn't question it as I put Noah's number in and texted it.
Elara: hey.
Noah: u got a phone! good job.
Elara: yeah whatever. have you guys moved yet?
Noah: we will be there in a day or two when school starts. sorry xx
Elara: its chill. i want to rip my brothers throat out.
Noah: oh? what happened.
Elara: i saw nicholas. ik, crazy right. anyway, fynn, my second youngest oldest brother said i probably slept with him and was a whore and that i probably got pregnant with him.
Noah: nicholas and also wtf? i will help you rip his throat out. r u okay baby?
Elara: idk. it brought back memories of jason. yk..
Noah: ik baby. i'm so sorry. we'll be there soon and we'll be able to set up a fight. you need rest though.
Elara: ik. i will ttyl striker. love you.
Noah: ttyl. love u too.
I ended the chat with Noah and added Nicholas' contact in for when I need or want to talk to him. I missed their family. After when Amina and I were both thirteen and went on that first mission is when I had to move from LA to Utah. We were skilled and smart, they knew that. That's why we were allowed to go on the mission. But I got her killed.
I sighed. I hated that Jason still had that effect on me. The memories involuntarily flooded my mind from after what Fynn said today.
I came home late again. Noah, Amina, Nicholas and I were all hanging out minutes earlier. Well, Amina sort of dragged Nicholas along. My twelve-year-old self prepared for the beating I was to receive when I walked through that door.
I quietly opened it and closed it, thinking maybe I was going to be safe as the house was dark.
But no. The light turned on and Scarlett and Jason stood there, evil smirks and a glint in their eyes.
My eyes widened. "Where were you?!" Jason boomed, stalking forward and grabbing my arm, yanking me close to him.
