Fragments

Chapter 5

Beatrice pov

During those 20ish minutes I feel like I learned a lot about not only my parents, but myself. I feel more complete than I ever have before

I have 5 older brothers and they live in New York, the oldest brother is Antonia and my youngest brother is Adriano.
Both my parents have signed all the documents needed and so it's time for us to leave to go back 'home'.

We leave the station and i trail behind my parents like a lost puppy while we head toward a black sleek car that just looks expensive, my dad opens the backseat door for me to step in

'Let's get you home piccola farfalla'  his deep voice tells me as he shuts the car door and makes his way round to the drivers seat.

I get my seatbelt on whilst we begin to drive away and we sit in a comfortable silence until my mum turns around towards me and asks

'Are you hungry? Would you like to stop and get some food before we get on the flight?'

I felt rude saying no so I slightly nod my head and reply with a quiet 'yes'
We drive to a nearby but still fancy restaurant where I feel very out of place, we get sat down by a kind looking waitress.

My dad hands me a menu and just tells me to pick whatever I would like, I'm not completely sure what most of these things are so I just pick the first thing I see that I know, spaghetti carbonara. The kind looking waitress comes back over asks for our drinks and orders then leaves.
We are once again in an awkward silence for a few minutes until, once again, my mum breaks the silence with a question.

'So Beatrice, do you have any hobbies? Any interest?'

'Well I like to read and bake mostly, but I also really like music'

A soft smile makes its way onto my mothers face

'Baking? I love baking too, I would love to try some of your bakes at some point if you want too.'

The same small smile makes it's way into my face

'I would love too'.

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A comfortable conversation bounces between me and my mother whilst my father makes his input every so often, we eat our food (it was delicious) before heading back to the car and heading towards the airport.

I zone out for most of the drive, my eyes fixated on the passing by streets of LA, the memories of this town are less than great. And I'm so excited to start anew, but I hope this feeling of calm will last longer with my biological family, and the hatred of John won't pass on to my next home. I'm scared to say the least, 5 brothers and a father. That's 5 more people than John and with the pictures I've seen of my brothers I can guess that they can each individually 5x the amount of damage.

I'm pulled out of my thought by the car door being opened, I step out expecting to see the airport entrance but instead I see I'm on the runway, a private jet in front of me. My Dad grabs my bag and before I can comprehend what's going on, walks towards the jet. My mother comes up beside me and grabs my hand, I flinch and she definitely notices but doesn't say anything. I keep hold of her hand as she leads to to the massive jet. When we get inside it's amazing, big luxurious sofas, a full size bathroom and shower and a bed room. And on a plane as well!! I get settled on one of the sofas in between my parents and next thing I know we have set off into the air, my hands fly to the closest thing to me: my parents hands. And before I know it, both my parents hold my hands back, and for the first time in years I feel safe,

I feel safe...

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A/N

Heyy guys
Sorry it's been so long, been through some crappy friendships problems and then I became an auntie so I have been spending lots of needed time with my new little niece, so I hope to be updating more frequently from now!!!

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