Broken

Chapter Two

Trigger warning:
This chapter may have a scene in which some people may or may not want to read. This isn't intended to make you feel worse. This story is to show people they are not alone and that it is okay to admit you need help. Thank you.

"What are you doing?" I question, scrunching my face up as I watch Elijah dance in front of my TV. "Sit down I can't see," I whine.

  "Come on Lil, have some fun!" He says whilst doing some type of twist.

  "You look like an idiot Lijah," I shake my head laughing lightly. "There's no way you'll get me to dance, you know I have two left feet!"

  He then attempted to drag me onto my feet but it doesn't work. There is no way in hell that I'm going to dance.

  "You're no fun," he pouts as he throws himself on the sofa dramatically.

  "Oh hush you drama queen," I roll my eyes smirking.

  "And don't you know it," he smiles.

After a good half an hour of watching random crap on the TV we finally settled the argument with Impractical Jokers.

  "I bet you ten pounds he'll do it," Elijah bargains.

  "I bet you ten he won't," I smirk, knowing that he doesn't complete the task since I've already seen this episode.

  "That's not fair! Joe always completes tasks!" He argues, looking shocked.

  "You really think he'd kiss another woman when his wife is sat in front of him?"

  "Good point..."

  The sound of the front door opening fills the room so I glance over my shoulder to see who's entered. Ever had one of those moments when you look quickly and not notice who it is but when it clicks, you turn your head round again so fast it gives you whiplash? Yeah, it was one of those moments.

  "Luca?" My eyebrows draw together in confusion.

  "Hey Lilly," he smiles back.

  "What are you doing here?" I squeal as I run up to him and pull him into a hug.

  "I couldn't miss my little sisters birthday now could I?"

  Meet Luca Williams. He has changed from the last time I saw him. He now has light brown hair that is almost blonde and his eyes seem lighter if that's possible? I have to admit, he is a bit of a fuck boy, but to me he couldn't be any better. He accepted me as his sister and I couldn't be more grateful.

  "I've missed you," I admit as I cling onto him.

  "I've missed you too kiddo."

  A sudden coughing fit is heard behind us. Typical Elijah.

  "Yes?" I raise an eyebrow, turning to face him.

  "Oh nothing. Don't worry about me. You know, it's not like I've missed him as well or anything," Elijah sasses. Elijah, Luca and I used to be called 'the three musketeers' by our parents due to us always being together.