𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 | ✓

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈

~I've found a reason for me, to change who I used to be~

Hoobastank

When we reached home, I ran straight to my bedroom to change my clothes. My brothers told me my oh-so-called cousin was gonna come around 19:00 (7:00 pm) and it was 17:26 (5:26 pm) so I needed to be fast. I am not the type of girl who is thinking hours and hours about her outfit, wearing black masks or dresses and skirts and perfumes -well, even if I wanted, I have asthma so I cannot- but when I am about to meet new people I want to be dressed both nicely and casually.

I opened my closet widely and started digging in it, trying to find the best outfit to impress Vince, I think this is his name. After all, he is one year older and I have not seen him for 13 years so I need to look good.

'Black sweatpants and crop top? Too sporty. Grey jumpsuit? Too formal. Skirt? Ew, who the hell put in here?! Slipknot hoodie and black cargo? Nah, we do not want to scare him. Leggings? Since when I am wearing legging? Ugh, no one knows my tastes in this house... Black-' my thoughts were interrupted by a firm knock on my door. I know that knock too well. And trust me it is not what I needed at that time.

"This is not gonna end up well..." I murmured under my breath and opened the door.

I think everyone can imagine who he is. Yeah, you guessed correct. Noah with his strict expression and cold eyes was standing there. Perfect, the last person I wanted to see.

I sighed at let him in. Maybe it was a good opportunity to solve some matters after all.

He fixed his suit, cleared his throat, and entered my room, sitting on my chair. He motioned me with his eyes to sit in front of him, on my bed. 'What's that with this boy destroying my confidence every time?' I thought and sat on my bed, facing him.

I was in no mood for that, I had to get ready, have a bath, rest, and do all that while I am listening to music, which will take more time.

He was staring through my soul for good ten seconds, without speaking. If we are doing a stare competition, trust me I am gonna lose. I laugh every time. And that was what I wanted to do at that time. I was having a hard time controlling my laughter, I knew this would piss him off and as much as I like being bratty and sassy in front of him, I do not want to see an angry Noah.

Finally, I let out a chuckle, unable to hold it back anymore, and speak "Whahat?" but I got nothing as an answer. Just more staring. 'Ughhh, why all my brothers have to be so weird?'

"Speak" he told me out of blue.

At first, I did not know what to tell him. What did I do again? What was I supposed to say? But then I got it. Enzo had talked to him. And for a surprising reason, I still cannot understand I did not get mad at Enzo. Maybe because deep down inside me I knew this conversation had to be done someday.

But where was I supposed to start? The fact that he took decisions for my own life, not taking in mind he had just found out I was being abused by my own parents? The fact that he pressed me to talk to a stranger about my feelings about it? The fact that I knew I needed help but I did not do it because he told me to. The fact that I wanted him to apologize right here and right now? What?!

His cold stare tho made me find my lap very interesting all of sudden. How does this lad always make me shy and feel like I am being under the interrogation lamp?

I felt guilty. Guilty for being mad at him. The only thing he wanted was to help me. Help his little sister. Okay, he did that the wrong way. The completely wrong way to be honest. But he did not do that with a bad intention. And I was such a bitch to him. No respect, no nothing. I may be mad but at least I had to be more respectful. After all, he is my eldest brother.