Beautiful Agony

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-LIAM'S POV-

She's back, she's here, she's on our plane. We're going to bring our baby sister home.

"Sir, I'm afraid everyone will need to return to their seats now, we're about to land." A smiley flight attendant states. I nod in return as my father returns from the bar with a dishevelled looking Ian, his black hair in a state of disarray.

Maybe he's the reason that flight attendant is so smiley.

I roll my eyes before sliding off of the beige leather seat and heading to the bedroom we settled Dianna in, the medic said she was fine, just passed out from the stress. Something about some vase-oh-vay-gall-whatever response. So once we took off we moved her to the bed, I didn't want her to wake up cramped from sitting awkwardly.

She'll have to sit back on the seat, now,  though. I have no idea if she's awake yet, she hasn't been out at all, though I suppose the flight hasn't been that long.

I knocked first just in case and continued in after hearing no reply, to see her sat on the edge of the bed, her feet on the ground that she was staring at, keeping her head down. I wonder how she's feeling.

She looks so grown up now compared to when I last saw her. She still looks young, but she's not a baby anymore. It's just another reminder of how much we failed, we should've seen her grow up and we didn't. She had to grow up in that damn brothel.

"Dia?" I asked, shrinking my voice down as much as possible. I don't want to intimidate her anymore than we already have, we basically kidnapped the poor girl.

"Yes?" She replied in a whisper. Speaking to her feels unreal, like I'm dreaming. "You passed out earlier but our medic told us you'd be fine, so we brought you here. Are you feeling okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine." She said, her voice a little louder this time. I nodded before stepping closer, but I halted my movement when I saw her shiver. I remind myself to be careful, I want, no need her to trust me. "The plane is going to land soon, everyone's going back to their seats and getting strapped in to be safe. Do you think you'll be able to walk back to your seat?" I asked.

She didn't reply, instead choosing to stand up and walk back to her seat on her own, sitting in the furthest seat on the private plane, a few feet away from my brother and father. I sat down with them, away from her, in hopes that it'd make her more comfortable.

Though I'd love more than anything to be sat next to her.

"Is she okay?" My father whispered to me. I just nodded and looked out the window, anxiously awaiting the moment we get to return our sister home.

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The car ride back from the landing strip was short and quiet, we all sat in the back together with the driver separated from us via a screen in the front, tinted windows shielding us from the eye of the public. The tension in the small space was thick, aided by Ian's refusal to reply to me whenever I spoke to him. 

If this mood of his continues I may just have to slap him. He's royally pissing me off.

She's our sister and he isn't accepting it. He doesn't believe it. He's an idiot.

"We're here." My father said finally when we pulled into the large, smooth drive, past the small water fountain, our Victorian mansion directly in front of the car. Our home, her home.

Our driver walks around the car with haste and opens the door for us, Dianna climbing out first and stepping across the drive way so that she can maintain a distance from us. I can see how scared she is and I feel like my heart is being squeezed dry.