They were asking me questions, all of them along the lines of, 'Are you okay?', 'what happened?', and so forth, but I didn't pay much mind other than nod.I shushed my mind and made my main focus the brothers in front of me. "I'm fine, can we please just go," I asked in a small voice but I didn't wait for an answer as I walked out of the circle they created around me.
I don't care about the looks they are giving me or the hurt that they might feel. I don't even care if they hurt me, I feel nothing.
I am numb.
I know I'm walking but I don't feel it. I heard Marco mumble a quiet, of course, followed by the large steps of four huge men. Niccolo brisked past me but I didn't spare him a single glance. I just keep walking in the direction of the car park. I can feel my heart palpitating, probably acting up from the terrifying scene that I went through.
I think I'm going through a delayed shock.
I stop walking and the swift change causes two things, one being my head going foggy and getting extremely dizzy, and two, Marco's huge frame running into me.
With these two things combined, I inevitably fall to the floor.
I don't want to have an episode in the middle of a Macy's so I stand up with a comforting cold floor leaving contact with my body and the dizziness returning full speed. "I'm so sorry Bambina! I wasn't looking where I was going!" Marco started spouting apologies but I cut him off "I'm okay." I practically whispered, I just wanted to get to the car. I know it sounds selfish and I am probably really selfish that I'm saying this after such a nice day with all of them but, I just wanna go home.
As if nothing happened I continue my walk to their car, I don't trust myself to do anything else, because if I do I know for a fact I will have an unpleasant reminder of the past, and I can't do that in public, or in front of my brothers. I need to get my act together. My walls were starting to fall but this was a fierce reminder of why they were built. My emotions are for me and me only, I don't need to bother other people with my problems.
As I finally make it out the doors and start walking to the car, I stumble a little. Before I know it Niccolo is by my side ready to catch me. I didn't even think he was that close to me. When I look up at him I see his normal f the world look, however, I could've sworn I saw a small sliver of concern, but it was gone faster than it was there.
I took a deep breath and continued walking, finding the floor suddenly incredibly interesting. I was just embarrassing them and I knew I was, they were all important and im just me, why was I even here?
Niccolo opened the driver's door and sipped in while I was quick to follow, shuffling to the farthest back seat and curling into a ball.
Half my brothers filed in one by one, while the other half went into the other car.
The ride went fast, although I couldn't entirely tell you. I may have thought it was faster because the whole time I was having silent flashbacks that slowly helped to rebuild my walls. I don't know why I let them up but it was probably just me being stupid as always.
When we arrived through the large black gates that led to my brother's mansion I was broken from my daze and returned to the real world. which I should've been happy with but there was something oddly comforting about the flashbacks, the ruten maybe, or the knowing what to expect.
Either way, when Niccolo stopped the car and unlocked it I was already climbing out, trying to get to my room. I walked behind everyone while they sent me nervous glances, eventually, Bruno stopped walking and I almost tripped AGAIN! Thankfully I stopped in time.
"DD what's up? You can talk to us." He said and all my other brothers came to where we were standing to hear my response.
I just nod.
They don't care, they just feel bad.
If I talk I will show emotion and if I learned anything while under that roof it's that showing emotion makes you weak.
You are weak.
Fake it till you make it.
They stare but part like the red sea for Moses when I start walking again. It probably looked funny, watching four full-grown men following a little 12-year-old that isn't even 5 feet tall.
I almost laughed at the thought but didn't. I think I left my sanity in that shopping mall but that doesn't matter right now.
What matters is getting inside, taking a shower, and training until my energy runs flat.
The entire time I've been here I haven't trained or anything of the sort, just acted like a sad, scared puppy. That is not me. I'm better than that.
I still really do like my brothers and I want nothing bad for them, I just don't feel like they feel the same way. I will prove myself though. If I train then a repeat of today will never happen, and that's what I need. I don't want my brothers to think of me as weak.
The large doors opened and I walked into their house. I took a good look around as I felt the air conditioning cool me down. I kicked off my shoes as the cold marble chilled me and gave me a good wake-up as I completely awoke from my daze.
I was gonna start walking in the direction of my bedroom but quickly realized I had no idea my way around here, hesitantly I turned around. " Can someone please bring me to my room? I'm sorry if it's a bother." I said trying my hardest to not stutter because I already know that frustrates them.
"Nicollo can bring you up, we all have to go to work but he has the day off," Marco told me. Carlo groaned at this and Nicollo just glared at his twin, while Marco just stared back, unfazed. "Fine," Nicollo grumbled thinking no one heard him, I did.
A/N: hey guys I know you waited a long time for this chapter so I'm sorry it was a little boring but I had wrighters block for a looooong time so this is it. Also PLEASE COMMENT I read all of them and will most likely reapond
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MaceraDalilah is a twelve year old girl living in kansas city but that's no the point. Dalilah is abused everyday by her step father until something happens that causes he stop movein with her long lost brothers what will happen as their story unfolds and...