Chapter 9: Disagreement
Alexei’s Pov
I knew this would happen sooner or later.
Ever since Sia arrived, the tension in the house has been disturbing, like a storm waiting to break.
And today, it seems, is the day it all comes crashing down.
We’re gathered in the living room, the air thick with unspoken words. Sia is upstairs, probably still shaken from the morning’s events. My hands still ache to punch Sergei, but i know hitting him won't solve the problem.
He crossed a line, and he need to know there are consequences.
“Why is she even here?” Sergei’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and bitter. “She doesn’t belong with us.”
“Sergei, enough,” I warn, trying to keep my temper in check. “She’s our sister.”
“She’s a liability,” Sergei retorts. “We don’t know anything about her. For all we know, she could be spying on us.”
Here he goes again
“Spying?” Dmitri scoffs. “That’s ridiculous, even for you. She’s a kid, Sergei. A scared, traumatized kid.”
The argument escalates, voices overlapping, tempers flaring.
Sergei’s distrust and resentment are like poison, infecting everything. I can feel my control slipping, my patience wearing thin.
“Enough!” Our father’s voice booms through the room, silencing us all. He stands at the doorway, his presence commanding respect. “This is not how we behave. We are family, and we will act like it.”
“Father, she—” Sergei begins, but he’s cut off with a stern look.
“SHE IS YOUR SISTER,” he says firmly emphasizing every word “And she will be treated with respect. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”
There’s a tense silence, Sergei’s jaw clenched in defeat But he nods
“This conversation is over,” our father declares. “We will discuss this further tonight. Until then, I expect you all to behave.”
He leaves the room, and we stand there, the weight of his words hanging over us. Sergei storms off, his anger evident in every step. Yuri and Dmitri exchange worried glances, and I can’t help but feel the same.
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Time Skip
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Dmitri’s Pov
Dinner is a somber affair. The tension from earlier still lingers, an invisible barrier between us.
Sia sits quietly, her eyes downcast. I can see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, and it makes my blood boil that Sergei can’t see past his own anger to understand what she’s going through.
After we finish eating, our father clears his throat, drawing our attention. “We need to talk,” he says, his tone brooking no argument. “About Sia.”
He looks at each of us in turn, his gaze settling on Sergei last. “I understand this is a difficult adjustment,” he begins. “But Sia is part of this family.
“She’s a risk, Father,” Sergei argues, though his voice is less defiant now, more desperate. “We don’t know anything about her.”
And here he goes again with all his nonsense I wish I could bang his face on the wall to knock some sense into him
“We know enough,” our father counters. “We know she’s our blood. And that’s all that matters.”
There’s a heavy silence, and then he continues. “From now on, there will be no more arguments about this. Sia will be treated with respect and kindness. If I hear otherwise, there will be consequences.”
He’s looking directly at Sergei now, and the message is clear. Sergei glares back, but he doesn’t say anything.
Our father sighs, the weight of his authority settling heavily on his shoulders. “This family has always been strong because we stick together. We protect each other. And we will do the same for Sia. Do I make myself clear?”
We all nod, though Sergei’s is the slowest and most reluctant. Our father stands, signaling the end of the conversation. “Good. Now, let’s move on.”
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Sia’s pov
I sit in my room, the muffled sounds of the argument from earlier replaying in my mind. I feel like an outsider, a burden they’re forced to carry. I know it’s because of me that they’re fighting, and it tears me apart inside.
I don’t want to cause trouble. I don’t want to be a problem. But no matter what I do, it seems like I’m just making things worse.
There’s a knock at the door, and Yuri peeks in, a small smile on his face. “Hey, mind if I come in?”
I nod, and he steps inside, closing the door behind him. He sits on the edge of the bed, his usual playful demeanor tempered with concern. “How are you holding up?”
I shrug, unable to find the words. My throat feels tight, and my chest aches with the weight of everything.
“Listen,” he says softly, “I know things are tough right now. But you have to remember, we’re all trying to adjust. Give it some time, okay?”
I nod again, but it feels like an empty gesture. Time won’t change the past. It won’t erase the nightmares or the fear.
As Yuri leaves, I lie back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The words of my father echo in my mind: respect, kindness, family.
I close my eyes, hoping for a dreamless sleep.
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