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"What did you guys think of the game?" I asked. They were still family and I searched support and love in them. Even if they're grumpies.

"What game?" Rodrigo looked up confused.

Aunt Sofia and aunt Angelina saw me looking at them with a sort of sad expression.

"Alright, that's it!" They said what made the four musketeers look up in confusion.

Things were about to go down.

Because I swear I saw steam coming out of Sofia's, Angelina's and Lorenzo's ears.

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"Aunt Sofia, aunt Angelina, it's oka-"

"No, it's not. Ever since we've been here you three have been nothing but a little bitch to your sister. Your sister that we haven't seen in fifteen years." Sofia said with her eyes sending daggers to her sons - Rocco and Carlos.

They looked like they just turned into she-devils. What was kinda the case.

"Now that we have the chance to finally meet her and make up for the lost time, you think it's okay to act like it's her fault her mother left us. Kiara decided for herself to run, not Isabella. So for the love of god, snap out of this ridiculous way of acting before I will bring hell to earth." Angelina screamed, glaring at her son- Bruno who visually gulped.

"If I even see you looking at her like she did something while she didn't I will not hold back. I'm watching you three." Sofia pointed to Rocco, Carlos and Bruno.

"Now for you." Angelina turned to Rodrigo.

"We've heard some interesting stories about you." Sofia glared at him and he gulped.

"Letting her walk all alone back home? The act in the hallways of school? The hoodie situation? I swear to god Rodrigo, it looks like I need to buy new flip flops just to smack some sense into you." Angelina rolled her eyes.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea. In the meanwhile, buy me a new rolling pin. It seems like I'll need more than one." Grandma pointed out and stared at her four grandsons.

"Now, to all you five. What did I heard about drugging your sister?" Grandpa said with narrowing eyes and Lorenzo and Emilio looked nervous to each other before returning to look scared at grandpa.

"You drugged her?!" Uncle Luigi and Romolo said together, shock all over their faces.

"Let's just not do this here-" I started but I was cut off.

"No, no, we're doing this right now." Grandma said.

"First of all, Isabella dear are you okay?"

"It was a while ago grannie. I'm fine." I smiled at her.

"Good. Now knowing you, you didn't let this go unpunished, right?" She smiled playfully at me and I returned her smile.

"Oh, I'm sure they learned their lesson." I smiled at Lorenzo.

"Now I'm very curious." Grandpa laughed while my two uncles were smiling at me.

"Let's say she didn't talk to us for more than a week and smashed my favorite glass against the floor." Lorenzo mumbled and the three oldies started to laugh.

"Now that's what I call the silent treatment." Luigi laughed and I winked at Lorenzo.

"Why did you even drug her?" Romolo asked and everyone tensed up.

Everyone looked at us with confused faces.

"What is it?" Vito said confused.

"Spit it out Lorenzo." Julio said, taking a step closer to us and I took one back. Hurt and sad went trough his eyes but he covered it fast.

"What is it that we don't know?" Sergio said serious.

"It's- complicated." Matteo sighed.

"So what? Our whole family is complicated." Cameron said irritated.

"It's not our place to tell-" Emilio said and now was everyone looking at me. Great.

"Isabella? Why did they drug you?" Santiago asked and I gulped nervously.

"They wanted me to tell a secret I wasn't ready to tell." I looked at the ground. Please don't ask further, please don't ask further, please don't ask-

"What secret?" Cayden asked curious. For god's sake.

"Well if I would tell you, I wouldn't be a secret anymore, wouldn't it?" I looked him in the eyes. "Kiara wasn't treating me right, that's all I'm saying." Some looked shocked at the little information I just gave them.

"Let's just drop it, okay?" I pleaded

"No." I looked up at the person who just said that.

"What do you mean 'no' ?" I asked him.

"I mean no, you want to hear it in Spanish? No" He rolled his eyes.

"What is your problem? I'm not pushing all of you to spill your secrets. And I'm sure all of you know the real business my brothers are in-" Everyone looked up shocked and tensed. That's what I thought. "- so why would I spill my secrets? Can't you guys just wait for me to open up? For the love of god!"

"That's different."

"Different how?"

"You know, how do we even know you really are our sister?" He asked and my mouth fell open. Literally.

He has the guts to ask that? Now you probably asking who was arguing with me. Well no one else than-

"Rocco! How dare you question that!" Luigi yelled.

"But dad, what if I'm right and this is all just an act. Like do you actually believe aunt Kiara is the bad guy?" He said, looking at me with disgust.

Luigi didn't say anything.

"Honey, do you really think...?" Sofia asked her husband confused.

"She was your best friend Sofia. Would she really do something bad to her daughter?" He asked her.

Aunt Sofia fell quiet and turned to Angelina.

"It doesn't sound like her." she sighed.

"It doesn't." Angelina answered, looking down.

"Then there's only one thing we can do. Isabella, we need to do a DNA-test." Angelina said unsure as I was staring at everyone in shock.

"Everyone thinks that way?" I asked and no one said a thing.

"Lorenzo?" I said, my voice cracking and he immediately locked eyes with me.

"It just... doesn't sound like mom Bella." He said guilty.

"So you don't believe anything I've told you?" I asked pushing away my tears.

"Maybe we're talking about different moms, Isabella." He said.

Isabella, not cariño.

"Fine. If you all really want a DNA-test, that's what you will get." I looked at the ground, still fighting tears coming up.

Have you ever felt so betrayed, so alone you just wanted to crawl in a corner and disappear. That you felt like everyone you thought was behind you, support you just put a knife in your back? Have you ever felt that your back was against the wall and you couldn't go anywhere. Then you try breaking the wall, but to do so, you have to break yourself too?

I didn't know what to do, how to act or what to say.

I mean- what do you do when your family doesn't believe you're family.

That they don't believe I'm their sister.

I was trying so hard not to break in front of them as we were walking to the car. Everyone was walking behind me and leaving a lot of space between us. I sat in the car and looked out of the window. I didn't say anything and soon we left to the hospital with five cars filled with my 'family who doesn't believe I'm their family anymore'.

How fast the night changed...

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We were now all waiting in the waiting room. I was sitting in the left corner, staring at the ground while all the other were sitting as far away as possible. A tear almost escaped my eye but I wiped away as fast as I could.

"What if she was lying this entire time?" Matteo asked.

"Why would she do that?" Emilio asked.

"Money, attention, fame, a roof, I don't know." Rodrigo mumbled.

"It doesn't add up, the Isabella we know-" Matteo said but got cut off by Rocco.

"The Isabella you know might not be the real Isabella. You should have asked a DNA-test sooner before people started bonding." Rocco said pointed to Lorenzo.

"Like you've never made mistakes!" Lorenzo snapped.

"Hey! Bonding and meeting Isabella was never a mistake!" Emilio whisper shouted.

"Are you sure of that?" Rocco asked, taking a step closer to Emilio.

"Alright, enough. Let's just wait for the results sì?" Julio said, separating Emilio and Rocco.

"But what if they're indeed negative, do we send her to the police or we just drop her to a foster home?" Riccardo asked Lorenzo.

"If she's not our sister, she's going to the police." He said looking at the ground.

"What about the trial, she's not going to have a lawyer then." Emilio said concerned.

"So what? She would not be our problem anymore." Rodrigo said and I held back a scoff.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Riccardo tried to calm his twin down.

"What trial?" Aunt- sorry, Angelina asked.

"Just a thing she had going on with the police." Lorenzo shrugged.

"Why doesn't that surprise me." Carlos muttered

"Why don't we stop talking like she's not here." Grandpa said stern.

"She has the exact same eyes as my son, I think the chance in small she isn't one of us."

"There's something like contacts grandpa. She could have faked every single thing." Bruno said.

"He's right, the only thing that she can't fake is that DNA-test. She's smart but that's impossible to do." Riccardo said.

"Would we all just calm down. We don't know anything yet. We need to wait for the results." Sofia said.

"We just want to know how a fifteen years old could have fooled us all." Cameron whispered.

"We're not even sure she fooled us for god's sake!" Emilio yelled.

"Then why isn't she coming up for herself? Why is she just waiting in that corner, looking at the ground, knowing her little plan failed? Huh?" Rocco yelled and no one said a thing. I could feel all eyes on my but never looked up.

They don't deserve to see the heart break in my eyes.

After twenty long minutes waiting in this crappy room, a nurse came in.

"Lorenzo Castillo?" She looked at the paper she had in her hand- the test results...

"That's me." Lorenzo said standing up.

"We took a test with your DNA, Romolo Castillo' DNA and the ones of the little girl and they both turned up positive. Congratulations, she's 100% your sister." She smiled and Lorenzo sighed in relief.

I felt everyone looking at me and I just kept staring at the ground.

"Have a great evening." The nurse said, walking away as fast as possible. Must have felt the tension.

"Loca..." Emilio stared at me with pleading eyes.

"Another mystery solved." I said, standing up and walking out of the room without looking at anyone.

"Bella, please don't do this." Emilio pleaded. "Let's talk about this." He grabbed my arm but I pulled my arm out of his grip, still not looking him in the eyes.

"What's there to talk about? You thought I was a little bitch after money and fame and attention. Started to think everything I said was a lie, including the biggest secret I haven't told anyone expect you guys. Talked like I wasn't here about sending me to the police or foster care. Everything is peachy, don't you think?" I said and walked away before anyone could say anything.

Pushing the heavy doors of this floor open to ran down the stairs. I almost ran into a nurse and quickly apologized.

They always betray me in one way or another.

I was walking out of the building, staring right in front of me with a cold expression. And when that one tear escaped out of my eye, I wiped it away without blinking while still walking with a cold expression.

As I reached their cars on the parking lot, I walked past it.

"Isabella! Where are you going?" Matteo called out.

I stopped in my tracks. "I'm taking the bus." That was all I said and started to walk again without looking back. And just my luck, it started raining.

"Cariño! Please don't go." Lorenzo called after me and I stopped again with walking. "Get in the car Bella, it's pouring. Let's go home." Lorenzo pleaded.

Home...

I'm not sure I know where that is, Lorenzo.

Without saying a word, I started walking again. The rain pouring down my face, my clothes drained and my brothers behind me, looking at me walking away.

My breath was heavy as I concentrated on the 'not breaking down' fact. I reminded myself to steady my breath so I stopped walking and concentrated on my breath.

I was having a panic attack.

Dammit not the time.

I reached out to hold something as I felt my hand grabbing the trunk of a tree. I started to sum up my time table I have monday and calmed myself down in a record of time.

Pfff who needs big brothers by your side, comforting you when you have the trunk of a tree, right?

Oh, who am I kidding, I need them.

Every damn time things go amazing, they find a way to fuck it up. And I'm so damn angry. Angry at them for crushing my trust again, angry at Rocco for bringing them to the idea of doing so.

Angry at Kiara for just being Kiara, angry at Logan for being Logan, angry at the cop who found my blood all over my old house, angry at the people who decided to look more in my case, angry at my uncles and aunts for doubting me.

Angry at myself to let myself sink that far, again.

It's just not fair, life's not fair. I'm so angry at everything I don't even know what I'm the most angriest at. My brothers? Rocco? Life? Myself?

I stopped when I reached the bus shelter and sat down at the bench right next to an old lady. My mind went blank. I was tired, wet and so fucking angry. The second somebody planted some doubt, the tables turned and I was the bad guy.

Kiara 'the angel' could have never done such a thing, right? So I must be lying.

What a complete bullshit. Everything is just bullshit.

All I could see was Rocco's face full of disgust pointed to me and all I could hear was their conversation.

"Why would she do that?" "Money, attention, fame, a roof, I don't know."

"If she's not our sister, she's going to the police."

"So what? She would not be our problem anymore."

"We just want to know how a fifteen years old could have fooled us all."

"There's something like contacts grandpa. She could have faked every single thing."

"Honey, you're going to hurt yourself." The old woman said and pointed to my hand. I looked at it and I didn't noticed I was squeezing my fist so hard, you could see traces of my nails in my flesh.

"Oh, thanks." I smiled weakly at her.

"What does a young beautiful girl like you do here all alone? Where are your parents sweety?"

"Out of the picture." I shrugged.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear." She gave me a guilty look.

"Don't worry about it." I smiled back with a fake smile.

I looked back in front of me and a few seconds later the bus stopped in front of us. I let the older woman get on first but she had trouble pulling up her luggage. I took it from her and lifted it up while getting on the bus myself.

I placed it next to a seat and helped the older woman to sit down.

"Thank you dear." She smiled warmly at me.

"You're welcome." I smiled back. A real -minuscule- but real smile.

I took a place in the back. There were only two more people besides me and the old lady. An young man, around 30, listening to music like there's no one watching him. Like he's free of worries, of society, of pain...

Then there is this female, I think in her late twenties, texting on her phone. She wore a dark blue suit and looked tired. Must have had a hard week on work... The suddenly she started smiling at her phone. There was this thing in her eyes, love.

It made me think of my family. Yes, I loved them even if I haven't know them for a year, they became my life. My everything. I didn't need someone else.

If I had Matteo's hugs and concern, Lorenzo's wise advice and father role, Emilio's jokes and food, Rodrigo's amusing moods and arguments, Riccardo's sweetness and intelligence, I didn't need anyone else. All I needed was my brothers, cousins, uncles, aunts and grandparents.

All I needed was my family. And they turned around and betrayed me.

It was still raining like no other. Almost if god was crying with me, because before I could stop him, a tear was rolling down on my cheek again.

I looked outside the window, watching the rain falling out of the sky. Watching everything go by as the bus was driving. Watching everything blur into one big picture.

I didn't realize I was the only one on the bus left when the bus driver patted my shoulder.

"Are you alright miss? You look upset." He asked concerned.

"Oh, just regular teenage drama, you know the usual." I gave him a fake laugh and he returned it by a little smile.

"Well, this is the last stop, is this where you're heading to?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, thanks." I gave him a tight smile and walked of the bus before waving at the kind driver. He waved back and took off. I wonder where the old lady went to...

I heard thunder and it snapped me out of my thoughts. I had a six minute walk before I got where I wanted to. So without thinking I started walking.

I was kicking a little rock on during the whole way. Never looking up, not saying a word or seeing a person passing by. All I could think about was my family.

Am I dramatic for acting this way? For being this hurt by just a damn test? Maybe I am the bad guy. Maybe Rocco was right. Maybe I did something to make Kiara act that way. Maybe it was all my fault.

Maybe I should have stayed away from my brothers...

I stopped in front of a small row house. It had a little garden at the front with a black Peugeot 308. I took a deep breath and walked up to the door.

I ringed the bell and took a step back.

Please be home, please be home, please be home...

The door went open and before me stood a person I trusted more than my brothers right now, with a shocked expression.

"Wha-"

"Can I please crash here, my brothers, they-" I couldn't finish my sentence before I broke down and started crying.

Katie immediately ran up to me and picked me up.

"Shhhh, it's going to be okay MOM GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED AND COME DOWNSTAIRS!"

She closed the door and a woman in her late thirties came running downstairs.

"What is it? Someone broke in? Did Max escape again? She said panicked and then her eyes landed on me.

"No mom, this is Isabella, the girl I've told you about. Yeah she's crashing here, something happened with her brothers." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, well welcome dear. Oh god, you're soaked!"

"Thanks for stating the facts mother." Katie said annoyed.

"Can you make her bed? I'll go get her some fresh clothes and warm up some soup." Her mother said, ignoring her sass comment and Katie went upstairs. "Follow me, Isabella." She smiled softly at me.

A dog ran up to me and started sniffling at me.

"Oh, sorry about him. Max is always hard on new people. he doesn't like-"

Max started to lick my hand and I started to pet him. He was a huge black great dane with an adorable face.

He sat down as I started to give him more attention.

"-strangers." Katie's mom said shocked. "It seems like he likes you." She giggled. We walked further to the bathroom, I think. With Max following us.

She gave me a warm onesie with some fresh underwear and I thanked her.

"Take a shower sweety, not too hot then come back to the room you came in okay?"

"Thank you." I said with a small voice and she nodded at me and walked out of the room and pushing Max out of it too. I smiled at the dog as he sat down, trying to stop Katie's mom from pushing him out the room.

Katie's mom sighed and walked away just to come back later with dog food and he immediately ran out of the room.

That's my type of dog.

I looked in the mirror and locked eyes with myself.

I saw absolutely nothing. My eyes were empty and tired. My hair was a mess and I could sleep right hear and then. I turned on the shower, took my clothes of and stepped under it when it was low temperature.

Only one questions pops up in my head.

What am I going to do now?

Here are some tissues, anyone?

Yeaaaahhhh, sorry about that :)

I hope you liked this chapter, the Castillos keep managing to fuck it up, don't they?

Have an amazing day and see you in the next chapters lovies <3