Reunited

VIII. Eden

Ever scince Carlos confirmed that it was true, that they were our family, I ve been confused.
I know that he thought he was doing the right things, keeping me away from dad, Mark, I Don t even know what to call him, but I was scared in this house. I m can t live with only dad, but eight. They were all built, except for Luca who seemed more interested in rainbows and unicorns.

What they called a guest room was the most amazing room I have ever seen. Compered to my dirty basment, this was out of castle. It was clear they were filfy rich, și that would make things easier, but I would have more money left for drugs, with I Don t trust myself with.

If Carlos wanted to stay here, there was no way in hell that I would leave him alone, sp I had no other choice but to move in here.

The bathroom had all the nececities, all unused, so I took a long shower, rubbing in the vanila shampoo, my favourite scent, and shaveing. After brushimg my teeth and picking up an outfit for the day, a hoodie and joggers, I went out of my room, all ready for school. We had an uniform, but If I had to put on a skirt every damn day I would eventually kill the principal. They are so uncomfortable, plus after a few months, the teachers gave up too. On the other hand, Carlos was standing in the kitcken fully ready for a photoshoot as ways. How do people have energy in the morning, while I can t keep my eyes open. I could sleep for 24 hours staight and it would still be a strugle.

The younger ones are in the kitcken too, about to leave for school. I m debateing even going, but I missed yeasterday too.
" Morning" they all mumble.
" Do you have a ride or do You want us to take you?"
" My friend is picking us up." Carlos answered Atlas. He didn t seem to have a issue with rating here, but my ego wasn t leting me take anyting from them, not even cocao puffs.

We were waiting outside for... nameless guy to pick me up. Car has been friends with him for ages, probably, but I only knew more about Valarie, since I ve been annoying my brother about her forever. He says they re just friends, but he s not tricking me. I could understand why, the girl was beutifull, blonde hair, blues eyes, She could be a modle. They both cared about their looks, grades and all that, they were the same age. They were perfect for eachother. I have no idee why he hasn t made an actual move. They ce been flirting Forever now.
" Was it because of me? Your face..."
" No, Carlos. He is sick."
" But I didn t come home and-"
" It had nothing to do with that. You and mum missing was just a coincidance. He would ve done that anyway."
" What? Mum is missing?"
" She wasn t home that morning and hasn t come back all day. She s probably there now. Don t worry"
" I m not worried. If something hapend to her, it would simply be called karma. "
" I love you, Car"
" I love you too, Danny" He put his head on my shoulder and I rembered, once again, how lucky I am to have him.

Five minutes later, Patrick pulled up with his mini van.
" What is this?" Carlos asked him, while getting in the front seat. We drive off.
" I finally did it. I sold my da s car, picked this baby up last night."
" What did he say?"
" Well, he started yelling at me. I ran and came here"
" Oh shit"
" I thought he would take her away!"
" So what now? You re never going home again?"
" That s the plan. But speaking of house, who the hell lives here? It s bigger then the white house!"
" Actually, we do."
"Yeah sure, lad" After realizing he was telling the truth, he s face resabled a confused monkey. Now that I think about, he always looked like that.
" Wait? What?"
" Well, last night we found out that our father is reaky our stepfather and our real dad lives here. And we also have like six brothers." This time Patrick pulled over.
" You re for real?"
" Yep"
" Holy shit! You re rich! So I m rich!"
"I don t think so"
" Yes, you do. I m your best friend" They bktb laughted. If was nice seeing my brother like this, happy. I didn t need to be a part of the conversation to enjoy it. I prefered being the observer and it worked great for the too of us since Carlos seem to always have endless subjects. It was either school, his friends, his friends hook ups. I could care less about those,but it was better then listening about his. I still saw him as a little kid.

School went by as always, painfully slow. Some people actually wanted to be there, witch confused the fuck out of me. Actually, most of them seemed to enjoy those seven hours, laughing and talking. I m thinking no, so I keep my  ,, Fuck everyone" glare in my face. It s easier keeping people away like this, then actually being rude to them. I Don t like making people feel vad, as much as it seemed so to most of the world, the ones that I wasn t invisibile to.

After school was over, I was in desperate need of caramel icecream. It s the Best flaveour. But I didn t buy one, like a normal person would do. I took a ginormeous boox, oreos and some chocholate M &m s. Dinner is gonna be great. It didn t make me fat, so I ate whatever I wanted. I am not skinny skinny either, but I don t even want to look like a stick. Food means waisted calories, snaks on the other hand... Fortunatly for me, Carlos disagreed so more left for me. He got himself those healty cereals  , actual vegetables, meat and everything. He liked cooking. I tried doing it for him a cuple of times,but breakfast was as good as I got in the kitcken. I paid with the money from the caffe,but then we were left with a big question.
" Where are we going?"
" Home"
" Witch one,because I don t see why we would go back to mum s."
" Car, he let us stay there one time. I Don t know what to say."
" I ll call him"
" You have his number?"
" I ll guve it to you too"
" No need"

He called him and he picked up almost imidiatly.
" Hi! It s Carlos!"
" Hi! Where are you?"
" We went groceries shopping. And...We don t know where to go?"
" What do you mean? Home"
" Witch one?"
" It s your choice. I m your guardian, but If You want to stay there it s okay."
" No, we don t. So, If we want to stay at your house all the time."
" It s our house. No need to ask, son"
" Thanks." He hung up.
" He called me son" I could hear the emotion in his voice. Dad was way better to him then to me, but he still didn t make an effort to spend timne with him. It was more yous sty out of my way, I ll stay out of yours.

Mum hasn t tried to call us in two data. That was suspicios, but I was happy about it. We weren t going back unless we has a real reason to.