Being thrown away in the garbage in a dark alleyway in London when she was only a baby, she should have died that day... But she didn't.. instead, a man saved her. He brought her in and saved her, fed her, bathed her, raised her and more importantly...
a/n; hello everyone I just wanted to thank you for reading my story and for everyone being so supportive. I honestly love the comments as they make my day and give me a lot of motivation! so thank you xoxo... I just wanted to say that I am no-where near a professional author as I am only in year 11 in high school. Also regarding this, I am also using google translator for Italian and Spanish so if you see any errors I am deeply sorry!
but also answering a question that I have noticed keeps popping up is when everyone is going to see Ryan again. there was a reason I have not done a reunion yet with Ryan but just know that we will defiantly see Ryan again and soon!!!
a lot of things are going to come as well as a lot of drama!
so just hang tight!
xoxo
the unexpected
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I have played for hours on end. Never stopping once, it was as if I was hypnotised and the only thing I cared about was music. I don't even know how long I was playing for but I didn't care about that the only thing I cared about was me and the piano. It was as if the music was a drug toxin because whenever I played music the tightness in my chest and the pain in my heart would feel as if it had just disappeared. My hands moved gracefully along the piano keys moving quickly. My heart poured into every note while thumping into every crescendo.
The door then loudly slammed open making me jump and stop playing instantly. Enzo stood in the door frame with a cold demeanour and dominance pouring out of his aura. "Downstairs now". Was all he said before walking away. I quickly got up following him closely behind. When we got downstairs all my brothers and father were sitting around the lounge all of them looking cold and emotionless. It brought me back to the first time I came here where all of them were so cold and they were just strangers. "sit down Breanna". For some reason hearing my dad address me by my name and not one of his nicknames hurt me. but I obliged I wasn't going to let something so petty hurt me, and I wasn't at all going to let these people scare me. "so, what calls this petty 'family meeting'". Sarcasm dripping in my voice as I make air quotes. "where were you"? Alex asks eyeing me carefully as if I was doing something wrong. What was going on? Was this about what I asked Milo? "she was in the library playing the piano". Enzo stated ignoring me and looking directly at Alex and dad. "we must get the lock off that door". Alex decided the others all nodding in agreement. "so what is all of this". I asked curiously half smirking. People might find me crazy but I am finding this half amusing.
"cosa dovremmo dirle"? (what should we tell her) Milo asked father leaving me shocked. So now not only are they not going to answer me but they are going to ignore me and converse in a completely different language. "le diremo la verità". (we will tell her the truth) Dad stated while looking directly at me. everyone's eyes shifted to mine all watching me with same shared coldness and intensity. "NO! lei non è pronta! potrebbe farsi male!". (No! she is not ready she could get hurt) Louis yelled his voice booming like thunder and lightning. I looked at them closely my face scrunched up in confusion as my mind wondered off in wonder. I have never heard my father all brothers speak such fluent Italian I have only heard snippets it only made me wish that I knew the language more. I am definitely going to study the hell out of Italian until I am fluent enough to understand these people. "le farà più male se non lo sa!" "it will hurt her more if she doesn't know".! Alex yelled at Louis shutting him up. Bruno sat next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
