Opening my eyes, I found myself locked once again in the stormy eyes of my newly discovered brother.
'H-hi sorry I didn't realise I feel asleep.'
'Its alright' he said emotionlessly and I sighed wondering if my brother was always going to be this closed off. I mean, its not like I was here expressing my every emotion either but maybe if my brother wasn't so scarily intimidating it would be easier to talk to him. It was then that I realised I didn't actually know his name. Gathering courage, I asked 'Hey um sorry but I just realised that I don't actually know your name.' Slowly, he turned his eyes giving me a formidable look before replying with a simple 'It's Wyatt and we need to leave'. Right, okay then, clearly not very chatty. Rolling my eyes slightly, I mumbled a 'oh okay' and realised that we had arrived at what looked like a landing strip.
'Are we not going to the airport?'. To my surprise this actually got a smile from Wyatt. A very tiny smile- more of just a slight lift in his lips- but a smile to me none the less.
'This is the airport, hun.' My mouth for the third time today rounded into a 'o' shape- I remembered back, when in the office, he had mentioned a private jet.
Knees feeling slightly weaker than before, I followed my brother onto the jet. We got inside and I blinked. Woah, I could 100 percent get used to being rich. Red, plush carpet covered the floor, the recliner seats covered in a similar colour but leather instead. A couch and bar occupied one corner whereas a small team of 5 waited on the other side, clearly awaiting instruction. Yup, to say I was gobsmacked was an understatement.
While I had been gawking however Wyatt had been making himself comfortable on one of the many seats. He patted the seat next to him and I joined him, eyebrows raised slightly in a sort of 'well what am I supposed to do now' kind of way. Again, he smiled that small smirk and said 'Come on now, make yourself comfy, we have a 3-hour flight till home.' At the mention of 'home' I was filled with a warmish feeling- not love; just the knowing that finally I could be safe.
I must have drifted of to sleep again because the next thing I knew I was once again being shaken awake by Wyatt.
'We're here' he said. Smiling, I nodded and followed him out saying a quick thank you to the crew as I left. Of course, another posh looking Mercedes awaited us.
After our 30-minute drive, I was starting to get really nervous; thoughts flooded through my head at high speed- what if my brothers hated me? Would they beat me as well? What if they hated me so much, they just decided to get rid of me all together? Somehow, I think Wyatt sensed this because he grabbed the fingers I had started to twist in my hands and held them.
'Hey,' he said softly, 'they're going to love you don't worry.' A bit shocked, I looked up at him. What the hell, how had he managed to not only stop my panic but also read the exact thoughts running through my head? Swallowing my nerves, I kept my hand in his as we pulled up outside a mansion. Really, I don't know why I'm surprised that it was a ginormous house. Here goes nothing I thought.
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Teen FictionAlyssa never expected to have any other family than her abusive mother. She especially never thought she'd have siblings and so when she discovers she has five brothers that she'll now have to live half way across the country with, she's shocked t...
