She was only 8 years old.
8 years old and she saw her mother get killed by a drive by. From that day poor Nova has been traumatized and has been to foster home to foster home. At the age of 12, Nova has anger and trust issues, never letting anyo...
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N O V A
I could feel the light from my window shining in my eyes, not wanting to wake up just yet I turn away and snuggle into my pillow.
That's weird? My pillow has a heartbeat?
"Good morning"
When could my pillow talk?
Wait a minute!
I slowly get up and rub my eyes to wake myself up a little. When I am fully awake I see a wide awake Christian sitting up on my bed with a soft expression on his face that I've rarely seen before.
"Um..morning." I said unsure what else to say.
"How are you feeling?" He asked while analyzing my face.
"Fine, I guess?" I wasn't sure if I was fine because last night was so overwhelming. I had a nightmare episode in front of my brothers. I've tried so hard to not let them see such a weak side of me and try to keep my guard up, but sadly that didn't stay.
"How's your throat?" He gestured to my throat, and right as he mentions that it starts to hurt a little bit.
I instinctively go to touch it, but Christian stops me before I do "Don't. Let Malcom look at and see how badly it is. I'll wake him up."
Right when I thought he was going to up and leave, he turns around and leans down on the side of my bed. He whispers something and not even two seconds later I see a half awake Malcom rise up from the floor on the side of my bed.
Wait a minute, if he's here then that means...
With furrowed eyebrows I look over my bed and my eyes widen at what I see. All my brothers were asleep on the floor around my bed. Each one had a pillow and a blanket, so my guess is that they stayed in my room for the whole night, but why?
"They didn't want to leave you. So they brought their blankets and pillows and made beds on the floor. They wanted to make sure you were safe." Christian explained while looking at the boys.
They really did that for me? Why?
My thought were cut off by the sight of Micte being cuddled by Ronaldo. That's too fucking adorable.
Another that caught my eye was Diablo spooning Jonah. Now that's too fucking funny.
"Hey Malcom can you give me my phone real quick please." I ask not taking my eyes off the scene in front of me. He gladly gives me my phone and I take a picture of both of Jonah and Ronaldo.
"What you do that for?" Malcom asks curiously.
"Just in case." I shrugged.
In case for blackmail.
After that Malcom checks my neck, he says it's a little purple but he said he'll give me the same cream he used the last time my neck was this way.
"Nova." Christian gains my attention and I know where this is going. He wants to talk about last night and I'm not ready for that conversation yet. I don't think I'll ever be ready to be honest. If I do tell them they'll look at me and see nothing but a broken girl. The best thing to do is to divert the conversation to something else.
