Have one eye open

5| SISTER

'You are nothing so you feel nothing'- YES it is from the red room Black Widow and all but i like this phrase for this so go on with it

And sorry for not updating sonner i was suposed to but school was fucking exausting

Coco Vargas (Home)

I was happy. Truly happy for the first time in years. My past? Not something I'd brag about. If anyone knew about it, they'd freak out. Yet for the first time in forever, I felt a warmth in my chest—an emotion so unfamiliar, yet so welcome. It should have been a warning, but instead, it felt like an invitation to something I never thought I'd have again.

I'd been conditioned to feel nothing. The voices in my head echoed the words, "You are nothing, so you feel nothing." They haunted me like ghosts, shadows in my mind. Dark was scary, but light? Light was reassuring.

Yet now, here I was—sitting in my father's car, minutes away from meeting my family. Trying to calm my racing heart, fighting the storm of emotions swirling inside me. But then, I remembered: they love me. They care for me. The thought steadied my breath, a comfort I didn't know I craved.

I was thankful they were who they were—criminals, like me—and dangerous at that. Still, they could take care of themselves. Coming here hadn't been as difficult as expected.

I'd given up on finding them once. The facility, that place... I thought I was protecting them. But now, looking at it all, I realized coming back was the only solution. My plan might have been delayed, but my mind hadn't wavered.

Dad was sitting beside me in the car. I could feel his gaze on me, though I kept my eyes locked on the window, trying to stay grounded, aware of where I was.

After what felt like hours, though it had only been an hour and twenty-seven minutes, we finally reached the house. It was huge, bigger than anything I could remember from before, though my memories of the old place were a haze. The house stood in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by forest. The last place I'd seen was twelve minutes away from this.

We pulled up to the gates. A guard opened them, holding a machine gun like the others. The driveway stretched on for what felt like miles, the tennis and basketball courts visible in the distance, along with a massive garage set apart from the main house.

We parked near the entrance.

"I've called a meeting with the family," Dad said, pulling me from my thoughts. "Everyone should be here."

"Do they know?" I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.

"No, just said it was important."

"Do you want to give them a heart attack?" I grinned, trying to ease the tension. "How do you think they'll react when they see me?"

He chuckled. "I didn't even recognize you."

"It was dark, and you're a blind old man."

He burst out laughing so hard that he nearly choked. I shook my head but couldn't help but smile too.

We stepped outside. I scanned the surroundings, watching for signs of life. The house was heavily guarded—too many cameras to count. The security here was tighter than anything I was used to. I could feel Antonio's gaze on me. "It's fine," he said quietly as he noticed my focus.

We walked to the main door. A guard opened it for us, and we entered the house. But it wasn't the house that stopped me; it was the painting.

The six-year-old version of me stared down from the wall. My chest tightened. That moment—frozen in time—made my skin crawl. I had barely recognized that version of myself.