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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"The sleeping beauty has finally woken up." I entered the kitchen while rubbing my eyes, stars swirling in my darkened vision until they slowly faded away. "Good morning, tesoro."
I passed a tired smile towards my second eldest brother's direction in response, sauntering behind the marble island and plopping down on the seat beside Ezekiel, who was typing away in his phone furiously.
Upon noticing my presence, he lifted his head up and curled his lips up in one of the tiniest smiles I have ever witnessed on his face. "Good morning, Ara."
He laughed when I pulled back and frowned at him for ruffling my hair, shaking his head and giving his undivided attention to the device in his hand.
"Here is your breakfast." A plate of two waffles stacked onto each other with a drizzle of maple syrup and sprinkle of blueberries appeared before my eye vision. It looked and smelled amazing. "This is my first time trying these, Kill is the one who usually makes breakfast."
"These are delicious, Elijah." I complimented, smiling when his face lit up like a birthday cake's candle. His cooking seriously needed to be studied, it is too good to be true. "I love them; you would make a great chef."
"I will take your word for it." He beamed, leaning down and taking the seat beside me. "But I am already a doctor so-"
My eyes snapped to his at the new information. "You are a doctor?"
He nodded with a smile. "A cardiologist, to be more specific. The hospital we went to earlier for your checkup is mine actually."
"But you look so young?" I cupped a hand over my mouth with wide eyes, thinking he was offended. Why am I talking so much? "I am sorry, I didn't-"
"I am young, tesoro." Ezekiel snorted at my question-like statement and at his elder brother's frowned eyebrows, putting away his phone slowly. "I am only twenty four years old, two years younger than Damon. You don't need to apologise for being confused, okay?"
"Okay." I mumbled, stabbing my fork into one of the blueberries and taking it into my mouth. Blueberries are definitely my new favourite fruit.
"You are old, Lijah. Don't be in denial." Ezekiel smirked and got up from his seat, fixing the black leather jacket he wore. He looked so cool. "You will be pushing thirties in no time."
"I am not fucking old." Elijah scowled at him, eyes widening when he cursed. I held back a laugh as Ezekiel's smirk grew. "If I am old then Damon is on his way to grave already."
"I will tell Damon about this, watch out." He smugly informs, walking out of the kitchen and ignoring Elijah's glaring burning his back. He obviously didn't like being told he was old. "Be ready after your breakfast, Ara. I will be waiting in the foyer for you."
