Burning Ties

Chapter Fourteen

Guysss, please, if you're reading this, I need you to pretty please read the author's note in the end. PLEASE. Thank you.

Iris POV

The drive home was quiet, almost as if my two brothers could sense how nervous I was to see my mother again, did she ever care? Or was it all a lie? And most importantly, how the hell do my brothers know me so well?

Leandro carries me silently into the house, not even bothering to ask whether I'd like to be carried or not, because we both know the answer, ever since I found out I didn't have to talk anymore, I've been making my brothers carry me around.

I mean, I've always known in my bones that I'd be a lazy bum if it weren't for Antoine, I hate doing anything productive, but being back home with my brothers made me realise just how lazy I can actually be.

I know that technically I was home for less than twenty four hours, and that most of my brothers barely talked to me then, but in the hospital, I realised that I can get them to do almost anything I want. It's pretty awesome.

If I want to go somewhere and don't want to walk, there's a brother for that, if I want to eat but don't know what to eat, there's a brother for that too. Anything I want, it's done without me even saying anything. It's incredible.

Anyway, Leandro walks straight up to my room and gently places me on the bed, careful to not touch my ribs at any point. I simply adjust my body so that I'm now laying across my bed like a starfish.

"Thanks for carrying me, Leo." I tell him, staring at the ceiling.

"You're welcome." He laughs. "We both know you weren't going to walk up the stairs on your own."

"Hush, I mean, I have so many brothers for a reason. What good are you guys if you don't carry me around?" I ask rhetorically, knowing the silly goose is going to give me a response anyway.

"I mean, we're good at almost anything, as long as you don't tell Rocco to cook. He'll burn the whole house down trying to make a toast."

"See, so you guys can do almost anything for me. That's kinda cool, plus you guys don't say no because you feel guilty for whatever reason. I'll pretend I understand the reason, but it's whatever." I reply.

"How do you know we feel guilty about something?"

"It's kind of obvious, silly, it's in the way you guys rush to do everything I ask, and the way y'all look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. There's also guilt in your eyes whenever you look at me because contrary to popular belief, you actually suck at hidding your emotions. I think I should work in your mafia or whatever to train you better." I state nonchalantly, stifling a yawn.

"You're pretty perceptive, huh?" Leandro asks, pursing his lips.

"Yeah, it's why we get along." I retort, watching him shake his head at me.

"Yeah, yeah, you want something to eat?"

"No, not right now, wanna watch a movie instead?" I ask, sitting up.

"Sure, I don't see why not. I'll go get the popcorn. Don't tell the others we're watching anything or they'll want to join." Leandro says before he walks off.