The unwanted sister

C O N C E R N

I hear a banging on my door.

"Luca go away I don't want to talk to you!"

"It's not Luca!" Marco screams making me frown.

He never usually bangs on my door. They're always soft knocks and gentle tones.

I grumble and groan as I press pause on "The Devil Wears Prada" and go unlock the door before going back to bed.

He suddenly storms in looking furious.

"Why are you so angry? It's not like you're the one who found out that your brothers are apart and leading a mafia."

"Eleanor..." his voice is deep and threatening.

I sigh and shut up and look at him expectantly.

"Who's Elijah Fernando?"

I look at him shocked. "How do you know him?"

"I don't" he grits through his teeth. "But he called, for you. A 38 year old man called for an 18 year old girl."

My body, mind, and soul physically recoils as I think of what he's probably assuming.
"Alright first off, he's never even laid a finger on me nor would I ever let him. Second, what did he say?"

"Doesn't matter what he said he's a 38 year old creep taking advantage of whatever situation you two are in together."

I burst into laughter out loud.

If anyone's taking advantage it's me.

"Eleanor I'm not joking. I'm worried about you." His voice turns soft and concerned.

Bipolar asshole.

"You don't have to be. Ive been fine for ten years without your concern and I don't need it now." I say coldly.

His sigh turns into a groan. "I'm sorry okay? I get that we all messed up but you can't keep brushing off our concern about you just because we made a decision to better your safety-"

"Just because? Just because?! Are you serious? God you're worse than Luca. Just get out." I nudge him towards the door.

His hands fly to my wrist stopping me from repeating it continuously.

"Eleanor talk to me-"

"Talk to you?! God you had one conversation with a man that claims to know me and you came in my room just full of accusations with the excuse of "I'm worried about you". Well I don't want your concern and I don't want your worry and I especially don't want your accusations or excuses. Now get out before I pack a bag and sweet talk my way out of this property."

He narrows his eyes on me and suddenly grabs my other wrist and drags me out of my room leading me to fuck knows where.

"Marco let go Marco please just leave me be." I hate how weak and desperate I sound. I hate how scared I am of my own brother and how afraid I am of his capabilities.

While he's dragging me past different hallways and doors my screaming gets me somewhere. The brothers slowly open their doors  when my wailing reaches their premises. Some with their girlfriends and others without. But anyone that opens their door does follow Marco and I with a lot of questions I wanna know the answer to.

"Where are you taking her?"- "what happened?" - "what did you do?"- "what did she do?" - "Marco let her go."- "we can talk about it in the morning."

He drags me down the staircase and at this point tears are already streaming down my face as I feel so so so helpless.

He practically throws me in his office locking the door behind him.

"Sit down."

"Fuck you." I spit out.

"ELEANOR SIT THE FUCK DOWN!"

"NO!"

When I try to go to the door his hand forcefully grabs my bicep and throws me back further in the room. My back hits the desk, making me let out a hiss of pain. I fall on my knees, my back sure to form bruising.

Every step Marco takes closer to me makes me crawl back as close to the desk as I can.

"You will talk to me." He says sternly, pointing a strict finger at me. His tone is dangerously low as his eyes look ready to kill.

A part of me wonders if that's how he looks when he's inflicting unimaginable pain on someone.

And it all terrifies me.

It terrifies me to the point I'm wondering if I have a reason to move out of this huge estate that was once considered my home.

"I will do nothing of that sort." I whisper with a shaky breath.

He scoffs. "What you think you have a choice? You'll end up spilling all your dirty, little, traumatic, dramatic secrets. Whether I have to do by hurting you or not is up to you."

My body physically trembles at the thought, as more tears escape my eyes. "You're a monster. Not any kind of monster. You're the monster I begged you to protect me from when I was young. The one that hid in my closet or under my bed. The one that you'd said you'd never let hurt me. You're that monster. One I should've stayed away from the minute I graduated."

By the look on his face I can tell my words have hit their target. There's a reason I'm considered dangerous by some people. And it has nothing to do with physical danger. But everything to do with mental.

Most people don't realize how much power someone can hold in their hands once they've found out how your mind works. What they do with that knowledge is totally up to them. But I prefer to use it as a weapon.

I have no chance of fighting Marco. But I've already made him crumble.

A protective mask goes over his face. "Talk when you're ready. Until then you're not leaving this room."

I widen my eyes as he gets out and harshly slams the door behind him, leaving me in a sobbing mess when I realize he's locked the door. I bring my knees to my chest as I cry in them.

Why me?

Can't I just be a normal happy girl?

Why this? Why now? Why him?