𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 | ✓

𝐕𝐈𝐈

~The secrets have gone mad~
Slipknot

(edited)

--Noah's P.O.V--

It had been one week. One whole week since our baby sister's return. One whole week since we started a new beginning to our life. The boys were all excited about it. Chris and Cole were trying to spend as much time with Nefeli as they could and Alex was teasing and playing with her. Oh, I could never get bored of hearing her laugh when they all tickle her or telling her jokes and story-times from our childhood.

The only thing I was disappointed about was Dylan. He was so cold and intimidating towards her. I know why, and I totally understand him. It was a huge risk to take her back. However, we obviously wanted to see her, hug her, talk to her again, live with her, and have her back in general. It has been 13 years since she left. Or, to be exact, they took her away.

I'm so relieved she hasn't asked anything about our conversation with Dylan, in my office. It was all my fault she saw me like that. I shouldn't have gone. But it was a necessity. That guy was owning us so much. I had to do something. Of course, I didn't kill him, I just shot him in his thigh and made sure he was gonna give us what we wanted in two days after that. So as he did. However, I shouldn't have come home with the gun in my hands and so much blood on me.

As I was passing by her room, I couldn't help myself but get inside. She wasn't in so I just took the opportunity to admire the place. That room was babyish some weeks ago. It only had a white, small crib with a nice little toy above it and some drawers beside it. Now it was clearly ready for a little teenage girl.

I was looking around the room when my eye fell on the teddy, I had chosen for her, when we had gone on a trip to our relatives in Italy, to meet her. She called her Roma. It was a little, white bear, with sparkling black eyes. She was taking it wherever she was going... And apparently, she still had that habit.

I felt my eyes start tearing up. She had kept my first present... My emotions were mixed. I was over the mood she had kept the teddy bear, but at the same time, I was disappointed she wasn't here for so many years. She had missed so many childhood memories with us. Happy memories with her big brothers.

I know I wasn't showing her my real emotions. I couldn't. I didn't want to. Never show weakness... It's the number one rule!

Besides Roma, I saw a nice notebook, with Van Gogh's 'Almond Blossom' painted on it, and a blue pen right next to it. Aiden's favorite painting... It was an admittedly gorgeous painting.

I sat on her desk and opened the notebook. The first page had a huge photo of Nefeli and another girl, hugging and smiling. My sorellina seemed so happy there. Her smile was small but yet so warm and full of light. A small smile appeared on my face at this sight. Matching hers. (Little sister)

I sighed and flipped to the next page, thinking it would be something like an alternative photo album. However, I realized it was her diary... I gasped at what I had just started reading. But it was too late. I had already read something I wished I hadn't.

'August 10th, 2017

Today it's my birthday. As much as I wanna say that I am excited I am turning 11, it would be a lie. My birthday means nothing to everyone. I am always spending this day alone. Valeria is always away in August and my parents never want me to have fun. I was expecting today they would be less abusive over me. Who am I kidding? They will never be less abusive towards me. When I came downstairs, dad smacked a glass of vodka on me. He said I was late and that I should have woken up half an hour ago. I fell to the ground, pieces of glass piercing my skin. Mum was just watching my dad kicking the life out of my head and arms, not even caring to see if I was senseless or not. Blood was running out of my mouth and I am sure he broke at least three teeth of mine. My breath is still shaky and I can't move my left arm. It's numb. They even made me clean the glasses after the beating! Oh my gosh, I am so sure that won't be the last time I am beaten up. And it is definitely not the first...'

I was speechless. My sister. My baby sister. My life. My light. My Nefeli was being abused?! By our parents?! Her parents?! The only two people who were supposed to protect and love her to the end of the world were abusing her?! Beating her up?!

As I was flipping over the pages and I was reading about her life, I was getting angrier and angrier. I swear, if they were alive, I would have killed them both with my own hands! She had even written about the day she learned they died. I had to check her torso for any possible wounds...

Now I hate them more than I did! Ugh, I should have saved her earlier! I should have searched for her more! I should have helped her! I should have been there for her! I should have been there with her...

My fists were clenched. My head was spinning. My throat was burning. I was nearly ready to knock out everyone who would come to me at that exact moment. Thankfully, for them, when our parents left, I learned how to manage my anger issues and I am always able to calm myself easily.

I was breathing in and out for like five whole minutes. It was so difficult for me to do that at that moment, in that situation. The boys have to learn about it. They will get so mad as well. Maybe more...

--Nefeli's P.O.V--

I was walking down the corridor, headphones on. I had just come back from the mall, with Cole and Chris. I had bought enough clothes to fill my whole new closet.

Well... They insisted that I should get more clothes because the ones I had were old. And they got me whatever my eye dared to fall on. Anything I was watching! I'm not complaining though. After some time, I was even watching some clothes because I was just too shy to ask my brothers if I could buy them. And guess what? They got them all!

I got inside, with at least twenty bags of clothes, rings, shoes, and a huge smile plastered on my face. However, when I got inside, the bags fell on the floor. I saw Noah... with my... diary... in his hands... reading it!

"We have to talk. All together" he told me coldly, and passed by me, heading to the living room, the notebook still in his hand.

I froze at my spot, the bags still on the floor...

"Now!" he commanded, making me flinch and follow behind him, my head down.

I felt like I was about to be executed... Maybe they would decide to throw me out of there. Maybe they would decide I am not suitable to be in their family. Maybe I wasn't ready to be a part of a peaceful family...

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