I gulp and try to stay calm. I'm going to meet my brothers in 5 minutes or so. What if they don't like me? What if they are the same as Miguel or Raina? What if they only want me for money? I know
Adrian isn't like Miguel or Raina but maybe the others are? I mean, Adrian said they've been searching for me for a while but maybe he's just reassuring me so I would come with him?We slowly stop in front of 2 gold plated gates. Wow. Adrian rolls his window down and talks to someone in the little speaker which is attached to the gate.
"Yes, it's Adrian." Is everything he has to say, before there is a short beep and a green light, followed by the gates opening for us, welcoming us in their property.
I look outside the window and see a phenomenal sight. There are palm trees towering over us and I don't believe they're real, but they look suspicious realistic to be fake. There's a big field of tall grass and I see a few carts with people in them riding over the field, mowing the lawn.
We drive farther away from the gates and I begin to notice a large building. Is there standing a factory on their property? I except there to be a house or something beside the factory but can only see the large building with its white color and gold details. It looks like a whole ass Disney palace.
I wonder were my brothers live. That's why I ask Adrian:
"Where is y'alls house located?" He looks at me with a confused expression on his face but after a few seconds I see the switch in his brain flip and he chuckles.
"That precioso" He points at the factory in front of us "is ours."
(Precious)
I roll my eyes and say: "yeah I figured. But were do y'all live? You don't live in your factory do you?"
He laughs and shakes his head.
"First of all, cut the sass young lady" He cocks his left eyebrow, letting me know he's joking "second of all, your accent is really damn funny" I didn't even notice he talks different than I do. I feel a tad offended. "And third of all. That 'factory' is our house."
I open my mouth and observe him, looking for any trace he's lying. He only looks back at me, amused may I add, and I only can see truth lying in his eyes.
There's no way this is their house. I mean I expected them to be rich, but not this rich.
I mumble an understanding 'oww' and look at the house again. I wasn't lying earlier when I said it's beautiful. The paint isn't flaking, like it did with my previous house, the plants standing in front of the doors aren't wilted and the Windows are so clean I can see my own
reflection in them. And i cant forget the gorgeous waterfontain in front of the glass door. I wonder if they maintained it this well themselves or make someone else do it. Probably the second option.Adrian's car stops in front of the door and a garage door opens automatically. He drives inside and I see the garage is, without surprise, not dirty at all and again painted white with gold details, matching the rest of the house. There isn't standing only one car, no there are at least 10 in there. And they're not cheap ones either. I see at least 2 Bugatti's and 3 Porches.
He steps outside of the car and walks over to my door to let me out. When I stepped out of the car he takes me with him to a door, connecting the garage with a much bigger room.
I look around the room and see pictures hanging on the wall. On all the pictures are boys visible. The boys go from older to younger and from happy to sad. In one picture there's a girl present. An older man who's not present on any other picture and a gorgeous woman are holding her shoulders. I take a better look at the girl and woman and recognize the similarities. Not only with eachother but also with me. They both have grey eyes, dark hair and dimples upon their faces.
I take a better look at the little girl and realise it's me. I'm the little girl. And the woman seems familiar too, but I can't decipher from where I know her. I assume she was my mother, Mariana, like Adrian said earlier. She looks like the same exact copy of me, and I thought me and Adrian looked alike. The man on the picture must be Carlos Torres, my biological father. He looks rather stern, while my mother looks like a bright sunshine. He glares at the camera man who took the picture and doesn't even grant him a smile. But maybe he has to appear like this to raise 5 boys and a little girl. It must be hard, I think, to lose a daughter and still find the courage to raise her grieving brother's. I mean, I don't know if my brother's were sad, but Adrian made it seem like that so I guess they were.
I turn back around, only to find Adrian looking at me with a small sad smile on his face.
"We missed you a lot, you know? We were desperate when you disappeared. I'm so glad to have you back mi ángel."
I nod and smile, trying to make him happy again. It never was my intention to make him feel sad. I'm so bad at this. Why do I always do this to people?
"Were are my mom and dad?" I ask him. An innocent question right? Not.
His smile immediately drops and I know I have said something wrong, again.
"I don't really know how to tell you this tesoro." He takes a unsteady breath and a tear escapes his eye. He quickly wipes it away, not wanting me to see it, I assume. "Mom and dad, they.. d-died in a car crash." Another tear escapes his eye and this time he doesn't try to hide it.
(Darling)I walk over to him and hug his torso since I can't reach his neck because he's so tall. "I'm sorry, Adrian. I'm so, so sorry."
He stiffens and tilts his head to look at me.
"Why are you saying sorry baby? They were your parents too!?"
I know they were my parents too but I feel bad for him and I can't even remember my mom and dad. It's not that I feel sad, he doesn't deserve my comfort.
I just nod and hug him tighter. This is actually really comfy. I've never had much hugs in my life.
We're still hugging when I hear a low, dark voice interrupt us.
¿Qué diablos está pasando?
(What the hell is going on?)
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