Hennessey

25 - Will You?

Chapter 25

You stood outside your apartment. A tired and depressed look on your face. As much as you had really wanted to go home, now you wanted to do literally anything else but storm in there and yell at your brother for getting you into this mess.

Your hand shakily stretched towards the door knob, as if you were barely in control of your body. You fought your muscles to open the door to your apartment. It creaked open painfully slowly. You felt a chill run up your spine as your shoes turned to cement.

Katsuro had been sitting on the couch, but stood up when he heard the door open. He looked to you, his sister, standing in the doorway, a desperate look on your face. He dropped his video game controller and raced to your side.

“YN?” he asked hesitantly.

He reached out and set a hand on your shoulder, guiding you inside. You didn’t fight him. You felt like a pebble being guided by a strong current in a river as he lead you to the couch. Kat took your bags from your side and gently set you to sit. Your brother sat beside you, taking your hand in his and rubbing small, comforting circles in the back of your hand.

Katsuro was never a great brother. Hell, he was barely a good person. But it that moment, you needed nothing more than him at your side telling you everything would be alright.

“YN,” he repeated in a whisper. “What happened?”

You choked back a sob. God, why did you have to have emotions? It was so… useless. But in less than a moment, you were sobbing into your brother’s shoulder as you blubbered everything that had happened, everything they had said to you, everything you had done.

Kat just sat there and listened, holding you close to his chest and running his hand through your hair, making a mental note to ask what shampoo you had been using. But he stayed silent.

Yes, Katsuro LN was never a good brother. But right then, in that very moment, he knew exactly what his baby sister needed, and you needed someone to shut up and listen.

So he did.

You had fallen asleep crying, so Kat carried you to bed, tucking you in like a baby. He kneeled beside your bed and rested his head next to yours. There, he fell asleep.

Katsuro was mad at the world for hurting you. He was mad at Angel Cosimo, mad at Whitney Aneroga, mad at that bitchy mother, mad at the gluttonous father. Just… Mad.

The next morning, at the Cosimo Manor in Italy, Angel sat back and watched as Miranda LN glared at the dress you had chosen for the wedding you were going to have with her fiance. She scoffed and pointed out how hideously plain it was. Angel fought the urge to scream at her.

It was elegantly plain, like you. His perfect, plain, exotic little thing.

Miranda and Mrs. Cosimo designed a dress together that would be done by the time of the wedding. They spoke of frills and butterflies, blue and pink, white and gold. Angel inwardly cringed. You would never do something of this sort.

“Master Cornelius,” said the butler, making the two women stop chittering. Angel looked to the man, a bored look on his face. “Mr. Aneroga is here to speak with you.” Angel’s pale lips smirked wickedly.

“Pardon me Mother. Miranda. I shall take my leave now.” The blonde boy stood up and vacated the room, following the butler to the front porch. There, he met the lavender eyes of his cobalt haired cousin.

Angel hated Whitney. Why?

His hair was dyed, his smile was forced, his charm was fake, and he was an absolute psychopath. The cousin met his eyes, a crazed smirk widening across his lips. His eyes widened a touch, losing some humanity from their charming depths.

“Why, hello, dear cousin,” he began, bowing to the blonde.

“Save it for the family, Whitney,” Angel spat. Whitney stood up straight and his smirk only grew wider.

“Why did you call me here, Cornelius?” Angel approached Whitney, looking out into the morning.

“We need to talk about YN.” His voice was lowered, but Whitney heard him and laughed.

“Wow, dear cousin. I never expected you to fall for someone like her,” he said. “But then again, I guess this means she will be less hesitant in joining me…” Angel snapped to look at Whitney.

“Will you attempt to take her hand?” Whitney smirked even wider at his cousin’s wild disarray caused by a simple girl such as yourself. It was amusing.

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FUCK YOU WHITNEY!!!!!!!!

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