"You know, I always thought that this situation would play out differently." I said and their heads snapped up. Their jaws dropped and I gave them a small smile.
"Am I hallucinating?" Roman murmured as he stared at me.
"If you are hallucinating Isab...
"Ella! Join us. We're going inside to play COD. You can cheer for us." Angelo said.
I looked up from the book. "Why can't I play?" I asked.
"You can if you want to." Matteo replied.
"Okay." I said as I got up. I wore one of Luca's sweatshirts over a pair of booty shorts. The sweatshirt was big enough to fall till my mid thigh so it covered the shorts. I put my hair in a messy bun. I went downstairs to the game room and saw Luca and Alonzo. The others looked up and choked on their own spit when they took in my outfit.
I rolled my eyes, "Relax boys, I'm wearing shorts underneath." They relaxed slightly.
"Yes!" Luca yelped as he won. Then he looked closer at what I was wearing.
"Is that my hoodie?" He said narrowing his eyes.
"Yup." I said as I skipped over to the couch and took the controller from Alonzo and pushed him of the couch before sitting down in his spot. He swore loudly as he hit the floor and glared at me.
"Thanks, bro." I said, smirking and starting my game with Luca.
"How?" Luca screamed as he threw the controller across the room.
We finished a round. Guess who won?
Moi, that's right.
Brother after brother challenged me and I kept winning. They kept swearing and saying that I was cheating. It was pretty late by the time we finished. Roman was in the middle of a long string of cuss words when a voice boomed from behind him making him freeze.
"Roman Antonio Cattaneo. What have I told you about swearing in front of your sister?" Victor screamed from the door. We saw all the older brothers standing there wearing identical stern looks and I got up.
"Well boys it was nice meeting you, but now I have to go prepare for your funeral. I hope you like white lillies." I said low enough for the elders not to hear but loud enough for all the youngsters to hear. They gave me a slight glare as I walked past them and I hugged Elijah who was standing a little behind the three oldest brothers. I clung onto him and he chuckled and picked me up.
"I don't want to eat anything, Lijah. I'm not hungry. Can I go to sleep?" I mumbled. He thought about it for a moment before kissing my forehead and carrying me to my room. He tucked me in and I felt myself being pulled under.
It was only 3:30 a.m. when I woke up. I walked downstairs and after searching for 15 minutes, I saw that all my siblings were scattered throughout the theatre room. I walked back upstairs and grabbed a few blankets and headed back down. I covered all of them with the blankets and then went to my room and got out my drawing material. I decided to do soft pastels again. Once again I lost myself in the strokes I couldn't hear anything. I had put soft music in the background. The painting flowed from my fingers and I didn't think about it much.
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