Aurora Costello.

Chapter nine.

That same night.

Ronan's POV -

Fuck.

I'm watching Rory right now. I see her. I see her trying to hide the tremble of her hand and the fastening beat of her heart.

I can see her because I've been there.

When I watched her deal with mama's panic attack without even knowing who mama was to her I knew Rory had been through something.

No one knows those specific techniques unless you've used them urself. I should know.

Mama has panic attacks often, normally we're not allowed to touch her because she gets flashbacks. From when Rory was taken.

Mama has been through a lot so normally we have to talk her out of them. No matter how long it takes to do so. This time tho Rory jumped into action. She knew what to do and she did it. Without hesitation she calmed mama. Mama didn't flinch she didn't get scared. She was safe and she felt it.

Mama felt SAFE when she was having a panic attack and that was because of Rory. Not even papa touches mama whilst she's like that.

So watching Rory now I just want to scoop her up and hold her forever.

She's back. When Rory was kidnapped it hit me and Roman really hard. We didn't know what do do or say and mama and papa where distraught. We all where and we dealt with it in our own ways. Me? I closed off from everyone even roman for a while. Then papa had enough and got everyone therapists to help us cope. He even got himself one.

Therapy helped. Until it didnt. And then me and roman got kidnapped and everything went to shit. When Me and Roman got saved we where never the same. He got angrier and I got more anxious. Where he leaves the house to release his anger I can barely ever leave the house without a panic attack first.

I hate it.

I feel weak.

But there's nothing I can do about it.

And right now it's not about me, all I can think about it Rory.

Her reaction when she realised she called mama, mama. There has to be more behind it. And then she asked to be taken to the basement?

I tensed at that. When me and Roman where kidnapped we where kept in the basement. We haven't been down into a basement since.

Then Arlo took her upstairs in the state she was and came back five minutes later with a worried expression.

Why would he leave her?

I stood up to go find her and locked eyes with Asher.

No one knows why he's mute but if I had to guess he has anxiety and doesn't know how to deal with it. He's always been a bit shy but he chose to be mute when me and Roman came back after being kidnapped. Maybe it affected him too.

He came up to me with a nod and we made our way upstairs to belly's room.

That's another nickname for her we all used to call her bells bella or belly because we couldn't pronounce her first name when we where younger so max told us to call her Bella because that was kind of her middle name.

We all mixed it up in our own ways though because we all wanted to call her something different.

Me and Roman stuck with belly just like mama did.

That's why she was muttering Belly during her panic attack. She recognised her straight away.

We made it to belly's room and Asher quietly nudged the door open. At first glance we couldn't see her. We both began to panic and checked her bathroom and closet. She wasn't in either.

My eyes scanned her room anxiously until I felt a nudge from Asher. He was looking at the corner or belly's room. And there she was.

In a ball in the corner of the room. She didn't even have a pillow. I could have got with the idea if her room was carpeted but it's not, it's marble, the floors freezing why is she on the floor?

Asher silently walked up to her and picked her up, his gaze on her and it didn't move. I rushed to her bed and got it ready for her. We both smiled at her as she cosied up into the blanket and slept peacefully.

Asher fluffed her pillow and I tucked her in and we both gave her a kiss before silently leaving. I nodded at him and we made our way to our separate rooms for the night.

Asher's pov -

She's perfect.

I feel lighter when she's around and she's only been here for a day. I want to talk to her, I want to sing. But I can't. If I open my mouth I'll ruin her.

And I can't do that to this perfect angel.

So instead I spend my night thinking about her. and how I'm going to communicate to her without words.