Breaking Point

Chapter Thirty-Three

Incompletely Complete

Illianna

After the first week with Sébastian, I was ready to not end just end his life, but my own as well. Antonia had told us that Santiago had given her specific instructions not to return home unless he was the one that called her and told her it was safe and we've been anxiously been waiting for the call.

But it hasn't come yet.

The twins have become more aware of our mothers presence and they were obsessed with it. Every waking moment they spent together, they were recreating the bond that they've lost and I loved seeing it. As much as I loved being around my family, I still missed Santiago and wondered what was taking him so long.

I was pulled from my thoughts violently when a pillow hit my face, and before I even looked up I knew that it was Sébastian. He really had a death wish over the past few days.

"What the hell was that for?" I growled and whipped the pillow back at him. He dodged it easily and began making his way towards me, a stupid grin on his face.

Over the past few days as well, Sébastian had made it his mission to piss me off to no end, several times this week I was shoved off my bed because he decide to pull the blankets from under me. And with the amount of times I took a pillow to the face, I probably have an indent in my face by now.

"I've been calling you for the past five minutes now, I had to get your attention." He sat down next to me on my bed, not close enough for me to kick him off unfortunately. He glanced warily at my foot, knowing what I'm thinking. Another thing that's unfortunate, Sébastian has become attuned to my attacks so he leaned how to evade them.

"What is it?" I asked grumpily, pulling my knees to my chest.

"We were going to the beach, do you wanna come?" He's been asking me this same fucking question for the past two days, trying to get me to leave the house. I refused every time.

"Sébastian," I started but he cut me off, raising his hand to my face.

"No isn't an answer this time Lily, you can't hide in here forever." I glared at him.

"I'm not hiding, I'm just not treating this stupid trip as a vacation like the rest of you are. Do even care about his safety?" He sighed and cautiously moved closer to me, glancing at my feet.

"You're thinking about this all wrong, we're here because Santiago wants you to be safe, nothing else. You going outside to experience life isn't going to kill you." I opened my mouth to retaliate but he gave me a pointed look, effectively telling me to shut up. "I know you haven't slept in days, Lily." He said softly. I glared harder at him, he didn't even flinch.

"I know being away from Santiago for this long is giving you anxiety, I know it doesn't sit well with you and trust me, it doesn't sit well with me either. But we have to make the best of this situation until we can go home, and Santiago wouldn't want you to be miserable the entire time you're here."

"How do you know I'm not sleeping, I don't feel tired at all." I asked.

"I hear you, my room is right next to yours remember? You cry a lot Lily." Like he was expecting it, he swiftly moved back as my foot extended to kick him in the side, he grabbed my ankle and held there, looking up into my eyes daring me to try it again.

"Stop torturing yourself by thinking about the worse outcomes as to why we aren't home yet. I know you find it hard to believe but I actually care about your well-being. You not sleeping is worrying me, why are you crying at night?"

I didn't want to tell Sébastian anything, I was so used to our usual banter I didn't want to change it by beginning to talk about feelings. I looked away from him, suddenly finding interest in the wallpaper of my room.