Arabella D'Angelo is just a shell of a girl, a mere presence floating through the halls of her Los Angeles home. Her once bright grey eyes and sunshine-like spirit was crushed by the weight of her abusive parents.
Living in a constant state of fear...
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As Killian and Kallias kept conversing among themselves, I couldn't help but keep glancing at the direction from where Arabella left. There was a weird, nagging feeling in my heart which was getting so fucking hard to ignore. My gut feeling was telling me something was wrong.
I lifted my wrist up and checked the Rolex watch, noting how it has been more than ten minutes since she left. She should have been back by now. What the fuck is taking her so long?
Although I have been nothing but an asshole towards Arabella since her arrival, at the end of the day, she is my first, last and only baby sister. I do love her, yes, more than my own fucking life but I just don't know how to express it. My whole life I was taught to control my emotions and wear a blank expression. That is how I am, all my brothers are like that too.
Now, the return of my sister after more than a decade is completely messing with my head. Our sister is no-doubt the most precious aspect of our lives. We love her more than life itself. It is just that I am struggling to express my love for her. Whenever, I think of initiating a conversation with her, my mind goes completely blank which is so fucking unlikely of me.
"Earth to, Eze." I swat away Kallias' flailing hand out of my face and lift my head up. Both the twins were staring at me, which creeped the fuck out of me.
"Why isn't Arabella here yet?" I finally ask the question which has been lingering in my mind for so long, ignoring their creepy stare on me. A flash of realisation flashes in Kallias' eyes before he exclaims, "Wait, you are right. It has been more than fifteen fucking minutes. Where is she?"
"This is exactly why I told you to go with her." Killian mutters, running a hand through his messy dark hair before shooting up from his seat. "Damon will fucking skin us alive if something happens to her." He isn't wrong, Damon's possessiveness over Arabella is no joke. That guy watches her like a fucking hawk when she is asleep at night. We all know Arabella's disappearance hit him hard the most which is one of the main reasons why he is so reserved and indifferent.
No words are exchanged between us as we make our way deeper into the food court, silently praying that our sister is okay. Although none of us would ever admit this but all three of us are nervous deep down, a feeling which I rarely ever feel. Killian might act like he hates Arabella but we all know he loves her more than anything. This hateness is his way of showing his love.
"What the fuck was that?" My gaze snapped towards Killian who abruptly stopped walking, turning his head around to understand where the supposed sound came from. I was about to ask him what he heard before a ear-splitting scream echoed through the hallway we were in. All three of us froze in our tracks before sharing a knowing look. That sounded very familiar.
