Loathsome Brothers

Healing

Eleanora’s Pov

“No one's coming to save you, brat.” The man with a french beard laughed.

I wanted to disagree but I kept quiet. My silence seems to have infuriating him more and he suddenly threw a squashed tomato at me.

I look at him in horror, offended by what he just did. But he doesn't care, he’s laughing at me again so I do what I know would guilt trip him.

I start crying.

I smirk when I see the panic on his face. He’s feeling bad, I wanted him to feel bad. But before he could apologize to me, Andrei ran towards us and killed him.

I jolt up on my bed and look around to make sure I'm home. The moment I spot a familiar figure beside me, I finally relax.

Theo sits up and flicks the lamp on, passing me a glass of water. I wordlessly take it from him and drank it as he rubs my back soothingly.

“Another nightmare?” He asks, taking back the now empty glass.

I nod. “This one was weirder. The guy who kidnapped me threw a tomato at me so I started crying to guilt trip him. He was going to apologize but Andrei killed him.”

“Well….” He looks like he wants to chuckle at that. “Atleast the fucker died.”

I hummed to him and leaned against his muscular arm. I didn't know if I could get any sleep tonight so I might as well get the comfort I crave all the time now.

It's been four days since I came back home safe. And each night, I've woken up with weird nightmares. The worst were when the ones which I had long buried started to resurface.

Everyone has been taking turns to sleep with me so I don't panic when I wake up and it's been working out good. I'm glad I finally have people who I can rely on when I need help.

                              ———

“One more bite?” Rowan asks, holding up another spoonful of soup.

“Last one.” I take it and lean back against the headboard.

Zion was giving me a foot massage while Kyson and Gio were going through my school stuff so we could study together later since I have skipped two weeks of school by now.

I wasn't sick to deserve such treatment but I really needed it.

When I got kidnapped, all I wanted to do was to come back to my family. I wasn't even thinking of how my own friend betrayed me, it was the least of my worries.

Only a single thought kept running through my mind, ‘‘what if I died without saying one final goodbye?”.

I shake off the thought. I’ve been trying my best to block out the memory. Even if my eldest brothers disagree, it has always been the my solution to just forget about everything.

I'm trying my best to be more cooperative with my therapist and try to move on rather than make myself believe it never happened. But it takes time.

If I got ruined in years then putting me back would take a few too.

Someone cleared their throat and I opened my eyes to see grandpa standing a few steps away from my bed.

“Patricia has made bread. Go eat.”

I don't think my grandpa has ever made an excuse because this one really sucks. It clearly means he wants everyone else out of the room.

All four of my brothers present looked at grandpa suspiciously but none questioned him. Gio kissed my forehead before they all walked out.

Grandpa looked hesitant but sat on the edge of my bed, looking straight at me. I hadn't bothered getting up, simply because I was too tired and I knew he wouldn't mind.