Bloody Hands

1. He learned to control his emotions

pov Elena

I played with my fingers while looking through the window of the black jeep. My brother, Lorenzo,  decided to give me a ride to the company and I was for thankful.  I always hated his protective side, but I don't know how safe I would be on the road with this much adrenaline rushing through my body.  '' Don't be so nervous crackhead'' he scoffed, a chuckle leaving his mouth afterwards. I knew that it was just an attempt to relax me, but it only made me more nervous than I already was. I could feel my heartbeat in a fast rhythm and that was not  helping at all. I hated the fact that I turned into a nervous freak whenever something new happened. I was going to attempt my first day at this big company today. There were probably  going to be lots of people, everyone in handsome suits and dresses and I would definitely be the clumsy one. It was my last year of my university and I had to follow a couple weeks with a tutor in here, before finally graduating. This company was basically known for his history and the big success it became over the years. It was a very small one in the beginning, but the owners of this company worked hard. The building became bigger and bigger over the years. For as far as I know, the grandchild of the owner is taking the lead right now.

It was scaring to know that everyone there would be a stranger to me. I hated to be alone in this kind of situations. I wasn't really a social person, being too shy to walk towards someone or start a normal conversation with anyone I wasn't close with. I liked being alone and by myself.

I whined lightly which made Lorenzo only chuckle. I glared at him, he was clearly enjoying all of this more than I did. '' I told you already El, the boss is a friend of mine. He is a nice guy and I am sure that you will like it there''

Lorenzo told me yesterday about him and  showed me some pictures they took together.  They were really good friends and did some work together to. See, Lorenzo was a co- owner of our family company. He took his work seriously from time to time. It must really irritate the shit out of my uncle. My dad was dealing with the international business, while my uncle and Lorenzo took care of the other departments. Dimitri was basically a cold guy with a lot of tattoos. His arms were not fully covered, but it still looked too much for my taste. I didn't understand the joy in tattoos. He must be around the same age as my brother and worked clearly for his father, who used to work for his own father. Lo didn't tell much about his dad, he didn't answer any question I asked about his family. Not that I cared that much.

Lorenzo did tell me that they met in school, but I don't remember hearing his name ever in my life. I was pretty close with Lorenzo his friends, but never met him. I didn't even think that I would be seeing him much in these 4 weeks. He was the head of a big company and I was just a student. I got just a little information out of my teacher, telling me about a woman named Jessica. She would be my tutor for the next 4 weeks. I didn't know if I needed to be happy about her being a female or not. Females could be a pain in the ass. They were difficult, loved exaggerating and I just wanted to slap the shit out of them most of the times. I was a female too of course, but I grow up with man. I wasn't the typical girl people used to see. I didn't enjoy girly things and I could really get irritated easily.

I got back to the reality when I felt the car stopping. Looking confused to Lorenzo, I saw him signalling to the window. I sighed out loud,  knowing very well what it meant. I put my best pout and puppy eyes and looked at him. There was still a chance to escape from this and run away. He gave me a stern look as response and got out of the car first. I followed his movements while my stomach was going crazy. I grabbed my bag from the back and turned  around to meet the big building.

'' I will come with you and say hi to Dimitri''  he informed me, which made me roll my eyes. '' Don't tell him that we know each other, please''

'' Why? embarrassed that we share the same blood?'' he joked.

I chuckled lightly while stepping closer to him. My arms found their way around his muscled body  and I sighed lightly. '' I just don't want him to act differently because of you two being friends and me being your sister. Just please keep it quiet, at least for the first few days''

'' Fine'' he mumbled in my hair before planting a soft kiss on it.
Lorenzo and I always have been close with each other, probably more than the most siblings were. Our parents always worked when we were younger,  leaving the two little children with the sweetest nanny ever. Lorenzo basically looked after me my whole life. Our nanny passed away when I was 11 and Lorenzo 14. After that, my parents didn't bother searching for a new one. Lorenzo became technically my nanny.

He always looked angry, hurting other people. He didn't care about anyone's his feelings. He felt angry towards this big world. He was known as the trouble boy in our high school. Girls throwing themselves on him, and he using everyone he could. I never could understand his hate towards this world but growing up made me realize that his hate was more than understandable. He never had a real dad character beside him. He did have my responsibility from a young age. He never showed me that side of him though. He always tried to look after me, tried to hold his anger in when we were together. He made sure that I grow up safely, with no big drama's around me. He took everything on his own shoulders, so that I wouldn't have to deal with that. I didn't really notice it when I was younger, but now being 20-year-old women, I realize how much responsibility  that must have meant to him.

We ended our little cuddle session quickly and with one more sigh leaving my mouth, we walked into the building. Knowing that he was right next to me made my body relax a bit. Lorenzo didn't change much over the years. He did learn to respect people and even got a decent relationship with my parents, but I still could read the anger inside him easily. There were times where I felt so much guilt inside me. He could not live his childhood properly because of me. He learned to control his emotions, not showing the madness that was growing inside his heart. He was indeed the best brother I could ask for.