Alice's mother was out of her depth. Cheating on a mafia boss is tricky to get away with. She probably would have ended up dead if he had found out, which he was bound to since she was being blackmailed. So she did the only logical thing she could t...
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CHAPTER THREE: the worst farewell possible The Ballerina Has a Gun grandinat
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Marie Winters was once a vibrant young woman. Her beauty stunned men and women alike, as she floated through life like the seeds of a dandelion. Her smile melted copious amounts of hearts and her doe eyes could seduce the most sensible soul. She always wore four silver rings, they accentuated her delicate hands which remained soft and uncalloused. Her jewellery was always silver, it complemented her cool-toned skin. How ironic, since she was both cool toned and cold blooded.
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✧Alice's POV✧
I couldn't look at her. I couldn't stomach the sight of her face. Would I ever be able to untangle the truth from the lies?
I let out a breath and looked at my hands, suddenly becoming very interested in my chipped nail polish. I felt blindsided, betrayed by the one person I put all my trust in. I felt, in all honesty, heartbroken.
But I did what I do best, I pulled myself together and I put a brave face on.
"Well, this is a bit weird isn't it?" I laughed, ignoring my mother and looking towards my apparent brothers and not-incarcerated father. The one who hadn't abandoned us as I had though. My mask slipped, I couldn't forgive my mother, I couldn't be near her. I guess I'm not as good at pretending as I thought.
And so I turned on my heel and left the room. I slipped into my bedroom and grabbed a large bag, cramming everything I could find into it.
I would not stay here. I refuse to sleep in a den of lies. I, after all, have values that I don't plan to disparage, even for the sake of my mother.
I dragged my bag into the other room and faced my father.
"What now?" I asked, blank face, blank eyes.
"You come home." He placed his hand on my shoulder, breath hitching as if he finally confirmed that I am, in fact, real. I'm no mirage.
I felt a hand ruffle my hair from behind and someone slip my bag from my hands. I turned my head to see my three brothers behind me, one grinning as he continued to mess my hair up.
"You're coming with us." He grinned at me, his smile was slightly lob-sided, and accentuated by two dimples, one on each cheek.
"Let's get going." Another brother said, the one who grabbed my bag. His face wasn't has open as the other one. He was more reserved, stoic?
"Okay." I said, giving the apartment a quick once-over before shrugging and turning to follows them out the door.
"Alice? Please, don't go!" I stopped. Hearing my mother's voice sound that broken was physically painful. It was like my heart tore, right down the middle.
"I'm sorry." I muttered, under my breath. I didn't turn around. I don't know if she heard me, but I heard her wailing. Even when the door shut.
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"How far away are we going?" I asked, once we were all seated in the car. I sat between my constantly-grinning brother and my more brooding one.
"Quite far, It'll take a couple hours." My tallest brother responded, he sat in the front next to my dad. I think he is the oldest, but I have no idea. I don't even know their names. Shit! I don't even know their names!!
"Two questions" I began, waiting for a nod of approval before continuing. "One, can we please stop over at my ballet studio before going to I can explain everything to my teacher and grab some stuff?" My father and front-seat-brother exchanged glances before asking my next question. "And what are your names, I've just been calling you, moody, happy and beanstalk in my head." I admitted guiltily. Happy snorted beside me and even moody's lips twitched into a small, minuscule smile before returning to a scowl.
"I'm Barron." Beanstalk informed, eyes crinkling with amusement. "I'm your oldest brother."
"I'm Henry!" Happy once again ruffled my hair, causing me to swat at his hand and glare at him. "I'm your youngest, and soon to be favourite brother!"
"I'm Quinn." Moody grumbled, that's it. He didn't say anything else.
"Well I'm Alice as your already know, and here are the direction to my ballet studio." I passed my phone to Barron as sat back in my seat, closing my eyes and getting comfortable since we would be in the car quite a long time.
It seems Henry had other ideas of how we would spend the journey.
"So, Alice." He began, I opened my eye closest to him and cocked my eyebrow. "Tell me absolutely everything about you." I groaned and faced the other way, mumbling about how that would take too much time, and he was being way to vague. Seriously, that's like asking for my whole life story!
"What's your favourite colour? Favourite animal? What's your favourite genre of music? Do you prefer books or movies? Movie marathons or Box set binges? Favourite food? Least favourite food?" He asked all this while pocking my arm, becoming more and more annoying as he went on.
I took a deep breath before replying, "Pink or yellow. Kangaroos. I like a lot of genres, but mainly to dance; classical or contemporary. Books over movies, but movies before TV series. Movie marathons definitely. I like rice, so anything to do with rice is great. I'm allergic to eggs and nuts so anything with them in I guess." I replied, firing back answers even quicker than he had asked them. Henry blinked at me in surprise before cracking another huge grin.
"We're gonna get along just fine!" He exclaimed, flinging an arm around my shoulders, causing me to groan.
"If you say so." I muttered, hoping that the questions are done for now.
"So, favourite subject at school?" I groaned again, this is going to be a long ass car ride.
