Waking up to the sound of whispers my body shoots up fast and everything is blurred and my head is dizzy. Swallowing the bile in my throat from nausea I swing my legs over what I think is my bed and stand up, through the blurs I see a wall. I wobble over to it leaning as my sight slowly clears and I see my thoughts are correct and I am in my bedroom, wobbling over to my bathroom barely able to stand up a wave of nausea hits me. Quickly, I rush to the toilet throwing up. After I sit up and brush my teeth, feeling like I got hit by a truck I stagger towards my door. I open it, struggling to see. Walking down the hall everything swirls and I grip on to the wall to keep myself up right, stopping every now and then I eventually make it to the stairs. I grip the railing as tight as possible stumbling I get to the bottom wobbling about to fall over until someone grips my waist holding me up. My eyes screw shut when a thumping pain hits my head. My hands shoot up to hold the sides of my head as agony strikes over and over. When the pain settles slightly, I open my eyes only to be faced with many eyes staring at me.
''Sorrellina. We were so worried, are you okay?'' A soft voice asks so quiet yet so loud.
''My head.'' I whisper ''need water.'' I try to move but my feet don't comply. I try again and only manage to move slightly.
''Stop moving chickedy.'' I hear a familiar voice in my ear
''Am I dead?'' I open my eyes properly and see who actually is Infront of me. All my brothers are here.
''What was the last thing you remember?'' I think hard and the only thing I can remember is destroying my office after my chat with Asher. Anger fills my body and I push out of the arms of whoever holds me. I hear voices but ignore them, walking towards the kitchen. I grab a glass of water and sip slowly; I sit on the floor feeling them shake beneath me, my legs feel as though they're about to give way. My head stops pounding and the water soothes my throat. Thinking back, I remember pulling out my gun and flying bricks. I must have gotten hit by one my head bangs again and I put my glass down dragging myself to the fridge I pull open the freezer draw and grab my ice cream. Crawling over to the sides I open another draw grabbing a spoon. Leaning against the wall I dig into my ice cream, pissed off and trying to eat my feelings. I hear a couple of chuckles confused o look up to see all 7 of my brothers and Andre. ''Am I hallucinating? Please tell me I am on mushrooms and haven't got a concussion.'' I say. Ace sits next to me on the floor and I feed him a spoon of ice cream, Mario walks over grabbing the tub off me. I growl ''not hallucinating then.''
''Have you done mushrooms before, then?'' Michael asks
''Yeah, a few times but this doesn't feel the same.'' I groan.
''We are talking about that at a later date.'' Edward mutters.
''You have mild concussion and lost a lot of blood. We all came here to see you because the boys panicked when you were unconscious, we thought you were dead.'' He whispers to me, sadness seeps from his voice.
''I feel like I have been hit by a truck.'' I murmur ''can I have my ice cream back?'' Mario growls and Gio snatches it off of him walking over to me. Kneeling down he strokes my black hair out of my face and kisses my forehead.
''You scared me,'' he whispers standing up. I will talk to him later he walks out and I show a sad smile before going back to anger. Ace looks at me.
''Why are you so angry?'' Luci questions sitting on the other side of me.
''Doesn't matter.'' I whisper shaking my head
''You were super pissed off when you got in the car after talking to Asher.'' Andre pipes up. I glare at him, to shut him up.
''If you don't tell me sorellina, I will call and ask Asher'' Ace says voice stern
''Ask him I don't give two shits I hate him and in the mean time I will send someone to murder him. Fucking bastard.'' I growl thinking about his words. Can't believe he knew Mamire was alive for 6 months and didn't say anything. I thought he was dead, I killed him. The man that made me like this who I thought I killed isn't dead. I hate him so much.
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Broken
Teen FictionA broken girl who fights all her own battles, alone. she owns her own mafia and people see her as sadistic, heartless and cruel. no one has ever seen the real her broken and in pain. Her adoptive parents are brutal and abusive, the only people that...
