Chiara Daveys is living a good life in England - if you ignore her constant struggle with food, lack of a guardian and how she's constantly working to pay the bills.
At 17 years old, she's been unaware of her 6 brothers who have spent the 14 years o...
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Two parties in two days - this is the most sociable I think I have ever been. And it's all down to Keiran.
"Aren't you going out?" I ask Chiara when I see her sitting down on the sofa.
She looks up from her phone, "no, my head hurts too much right now."
"Imagine," I laugh.
"Shut the fuck up," she scowls.
I turn to leave but stand back so that Alexsei can walk through first.
He nods at me and glances at Chiara, keeping his eyes on her for longer than I think is ever necessary.
One perk of remaining mostly sober at yesterday's party - you can observe. And I happened to observe that Alexsei and my sister spent a lot of time together last night. They drank together, laughed together and stood together very closely with smiles on their faces.
Odd.
I eye him for a second, before looking back to Chiara who is looking down at her phone again.
"Bye, kid," I walk out.
I let the first responsible adult I see (Giovanni) know that I'm leaving before walking out to the garage.
I get in my car, relaxing on the drive to Keiran's house to pick him up. He gets in my car with a wide smile leaning over the console to kiss my cheek.
He's definitely the more affectionate out of the two of us. And the nicer, patient, gentle, more polite one. Basically everything that I'm not.
"Your party last night was good," he comments on our drive.
"Yeah, Emilio did well planning that in a short amount of time," I agree.
"You looked good," he laughs.
"Don't lie," I shake my head.
"Okay, sorry," he snorts, "you looked so funny."
"Harry was not happy with that outfit," I recall with a grin, but it makes Keiran silent for a second.
"When am I actually going to meet your siblings? I mean, I saw them yesterday, but it's not the same. And I wasn't able to spend that party with you the way I wanted to," he approaches the subject lightly.
"I've only," I struggle to bring the words out, "come out...to two of them. But as soon as I tell the rest, you'll come round for dinner. I promise."
He nods, but I can tell he's not totally happy with that answer.
It's difficult. I'm well aware I'm extremely lucky and blessed to have the family I do. But I don't deserve them. I know that and I've accepted that. I'm not necessarily nice to them a lot of the time and I've picked arguments and physical fights with them way too many times to count.
