"Catch me if you can"
Matilda Colombo had been running her entire life, until it all came to a crashing ending. Being caught was not her thing, and everyone knew it, or so they thought that they did. Living in the unsafe outskirts of Los Angeles, w...
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| Hendrix Colombo |
Standing there, watching my little sister walk down the stairs of the home that I had bought when my father had passed away. I still kept the one that we had grown up in, but it was void of anything when our father left us, hence the decision to move away and start new. That has started with my little sister walking down the stairs I had never thought much about, but now, here I was, watching her with slight adoration, as she held my baby cousin' hand.
With the slow pace of her walking down the stairs, I immediately concluded that she had never worn such heels. She had probably never needed to do so, hence the struggle. But, this lull in the room allowed me to finally get a good look at my little sister. She was nothing like the child that I had once imagined to be running between my legs, chasing after the twins causing the havoc that they do.
No, this young girl before me, was completely different. She looked as if she was older than the twins, and more around the age of Blade. She carried herself with such maturity, that it shocked me. With high cheek bones like my own, she carried herself with such pride like she was looking down at people, when I knew that she was only looking up and onwards.
Matilda had tried, on many occasions, to get under my skin, and she had, but I would never admit that to her. I know I come across as harsh, but its for the best. She hasn't backed down or stayed silent, rather voicing her thoughts, and I like that about her. I know that she can hold her own, even against her own brothers.
The one thing that concerns me though, is the way she hides away when you give her the chance. All afternoon, she has been locked away, which has intrigued me. From watching her bustle through her little town, to cowering in a room, has concerned me. I know I told her and she assumed that I would be absent, which didn't bother her one bit, which would bother most children that go from being dependent on their mother, to nothing, made me realize that maybe I do need to be more present for her.
I watched as she held Hunters hand, glaring between all of us, before pining it back to me, like that first time I had seen her, with her friends, after work. She had looked at me like she is now, trying to break me down, piece by piece. It was like I was a puzzle to her, and she needed to ruin it to get something out of it, rather than putting it together.
I had seen her results, the one that the school had kept, as she had denied seeing them, and she was off the charts. Her attendance, was saying something else in regards to when she was never there, but her grades were the only thing that kept her within the school system. If it was the same as her attendance, she would never have a chance in the future.
Looking at her now, I could see everything that she wanted nobody to see. I saw the young girl that had a bright future, but had been stripped of that. I had even seen her down in the Russian mafia's base in Los Angeles, the one place that I had hoped she was not involved in, and she had still had the confidence to try and bring me down. I knew that it wasn't intentional, rather just her trying to push me away. I had done it with the twins, over and over, hence the need to be more for her, than just someone she has no idea about, and rather just lives in his house.
