The Quiet

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

*Athena's Point of View*

"You're lucky that Alex called me instead of your parents," Mason announced as he opened my cell. I glared at him and said nothing. I walked out of the dark holding cell with my handcuffs still around my wrist. "Don't you want me to take those off?" I remained silent and continued walking out of the station. The situation got worse when I saw Nathan standing near the front desk.

With my luck the door creaked loudly, causing me to grab Nathan's attention. "Thank god you are okay, I was so worried about you." He hugged me, pulling me close to his chest. I didn't hug back, I just stood there waiting for him to finally let go. Everyone wanted to speak to me and I just wanted to be alone with my angry thoughts.

Sadly, I didn't have any more of my medication with me. I would need to go home for that, I know my brothers are going to scream at me. Roman will be in tears like always, he has always been emotional with me even if he acts like he hates me. Ivan and Viktor will most likely hug me and won't let go until next year. "Please don't leave again," Nathan whispered to me. In my head, I didn't want to leave Nathan. I don't understand but I have the want to be around him all the time. The things he says and what he did ruin that for me, except I knew he felt bad. I knew he was drunk, he was an angry drunk and I didn't want to see that ever again.

I shrugged his arms off me and continued walking out, not looking back at either of the guys. Once I stepped out into the cold air, a hand grabbed mine to unlock my cuffs. "You can't run your problems, Athena." Nathan held my arm but I refused to turn around. "I missed you a lot, I'm glad you are back."

I felt my breathing sped up as I felt his cool breath on my neck when he spoke. "Please talk to me." I shook my head and pulled my arm out of his grasp. I wanted to speak to him, hug him and tell him what I did in Russia but I wouldn't do that. My trust level for people was at its lowest. I mentally sighed of relief when I saw Damon's car. He was sleeping in the driver's seat with his mouth wide open as he snored. I speed walked to the passenger door and hopped in. I grabbed his arm and shook him lightly until he woke up.

"Oh, shit didn't know you were out." Damon yawned, sitting up in his seat. "Are you okay?" I nodded my head. "I waited here after I found out you got busted, they wouldn't let me bail you out."

"I wouldn't want you to do that anyway," I typed on my phone quickly. "I'm not scared to be in jail, it's not the first time." Damon's eyes widened when he finished reading my response. Instead of being weirded out, he smiled widely.

"That's my girl." He then turned on the car and drove me back to my house even though I didn't want to go back. He didn't ask why. Do you want to know why? Because he doesn't care. No one does.

The tattooed boy parked the car on the side of the road in front of my house. "Do you want me to go inside with you?" I shook my head for the millionth time. I knew my brothers would assume Damon took me away which was not the case. I knew they were home because the truck was in the driveway. I stepped out of the vehicle and stalked up to the front door. The door was unlocked like always, my parents weren't home either.

I heard voices downstairs in the basement so I made my way down there. Once I opened the door, I could smell the alcohol. It was strong and bitter, they were all drinking probably since I left. My heart dropped a little at that idea. Once I finished going down the stairs, I could see what was going on since I left. There were various types of liquor bottles scattered around the room, some were spilled, some weren't.

The guys were spread around the room, laying in all different places. Roman was the only one who was cuddled up on the couch. He was clenching my dark blanket that I have had for years in his hands. His tan skin was stained with dry tears. I sat down next to him on the couch, touching his hair. It was like it usually was, like he hadn't showered in days. This dark hair was no longer soft and clean as it usually was. A loud noise came from the television, waking him up. He didn't open his eyes, only sat up, grabbing his head. Roman felt my hand on his head and opened his eyes with panic. It took him a good second to understand who I was, he hugged me immediately, making sure that I was actually there. I slowly hugged him back, I only did it for his sack not my own. "I missed you so much," he whispered as he cried silently. I stayed silent like always. "Please say something back," Roman begged. "Don't do this again, not to us. I can't lose you like this again."

I sat there as my twin brother cried in my arms. I no longer felt the need to comfort him. I didn't want to say anything. I didn't feel anything anymore. The light in me finally went out and it wasn't coming back anytime soon. He continued sobbing until Viktor woke up. I rushed out of the basement into the kitchen to get my medications. I gathered all of them and swallowed all of them at once like I usually do. I sat at the kitchen counter thinking of tonight.

I was going to work today. I didn't know what I was going to face, that's the joy of it all. Everyone is going to be running around trying to get their hands on any narcotics that they could. I will just be supplying and watching the chaos unfold in front of my eyes. I wanted the money, the power was just a bonus. As I continued thinking, I heard my brothers running up the stairs. From the sound of it, one of them pushed the other to get up the stairs first. I didn't move. No reaction. Screams erupted from the basement stairs when they finally saw me their voices got even louder with cheers. They all pushed each other to hug me.

Roman stayed behind since he already saw me. His eyes were still red and watery. I didn't know what I could do to make him happy. He knew in his heart that I finally broke, I was no longer my old self. I don't think I will ever be myself again. I loved to talk, to laugh but now those needs are gone.

"Please don't do that again," Viktor mumbled into my ear as he hugged me tightly. Finally, they all gave me a group hug. To them, they think that everything is okay, that everything is okay again.

I wanted to be alone not with my family. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream how much I love them. And yet, I didn't have the feeling for me to express those thoughts. It bothers me that they don't know that I have been gone for even longer than they thought, mentally.