Isabella

"Let's have a talk Isabella" He said coldly. I gulped.

"You're living under my roof what means you follow my rules." Oh no, please no.

"Rule number one, no swearing and no eye rolling." What? He wants to take away the two things that are the most fun? Luckily, rules are ment to be broken.

"Number two, always let your brothers know where you are. This is a must Isabella. I want to know where you are and with who 24/7" Okay ever heard of privacy?

"Rule number three, no disrespecting your brothers." Makes sense. I can live with that one.

"Rule number four, no lies. I want you to be completely honest with us." Too late for that mate.

"Rule number five, always look us in the eye. No looking down. There will be consequence if you break one of these rules." What is this? Umbridge institution?

These 'consequences' scared me though. Would they hit me like Logan?

"Am I clear Isabella?" He raised one eyebrow and looked at me with his 'don't you dare to challenge me young lady' face. I sighed.

"Yes." This is going to be hard. Rule number one will be broken in the next hours for sure. Rule number two will be hard, do they expect me to attend every class. Let's hope not. Probably yes. Rule number three will be easy. Number four is already broken and five will be easy too. I have too much pride to look away. I'm always up for a staring contest.

"Do you have any questions for me?"

"Why?" He gave me a confused look what kinda looked cute. He narrowed his eyes and a little frown appeared on his head.

"Why did you take me in?" I could say he was kinda surprised by my question.

"It's not that I'm not grateful, I am. It's just, why?"

"You're our sister. It's our responsi-"

"Yeah yeah, your job to protect me, but that didn't answered my question."

"Rule number six, no interrupting." Seriously. This family makes me want to roll my eyes, oh wait, I'm not even allowed to! This is bullshit.

"Still didn't answer me."

"Like I said, you're our sister. There's nothing more to say." I nodded, trying to hold back the respons I wanted to say for a while now. Guess, what, I failed. My head shot up to meet his eyes, anger floating trough me.

"Then where were you the last fourteen years?" I have no reason to be mad. I can't help it, I've been tortured mentally and physically while my five older brothers were having the time of their lives. Not worrying about money or getting food, or getting punished, or getting raped... It just hurt so much and I hated every part of it. I knew they couldn't do anything about it, maybe if they found me sooner, but still.

He didn't say anything. He looked like he was thinking for a good enough answer. Yeah, like you should.

"How did we part, Isabella?"

"What?" This man is confusing, take that from me.

"Did your mother ever told you how we parted away?" They knew me as a baby?

"Wait, I was born in this house?"

Did my mother lie to me? Please don't say it was all a lie. What things did she lied about to me too?

"Of course you were, we would never leave you cariño." He looked at me with sad eyes. He actually had emotion in his eyes. That's a first

"Your mother took you when you weren't even a year old. She ran away with you Isabella. Father was devastated. He never stopped searching for you. When he... died, I took over the job. I never stopped looking for you either cariño. You're our baby sister. You mean the world to us. You mean the world to me."

Okay, that was unexpected. It also made sense, mother running away with me, but why did she took me with her if she hated me so much she abused me?

My mind was running and I questioned everything. Seemed like Lorenzo knew what was happening.

"Stop overthinking cariño, you're fine now and that's all that matters." That's the thing Lorenzo, I don't think I'm fine...

"Take a shower. We're watching a movie in a bit, okay? Come downstairs when you're ready."

I nodded, I haven't washed me in days and my wounds needed to be cleaned. If I would be able to hide my past for the next few weeks, we should be fine. Let's hope they don't find out until then.

I walked towards the door and opened it but before I walked away, I turned around.

"I'm sorry about your father, and thank you for taking me in." He gave me a small smile. Wait hold on. Lorenzo just smiled at me.

"Have a good shower Isabella." I closed the door and leaned against it. Should I told him to call me Bella? No, he hasn't got through my first layer like Lio did.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It's shower time. But then, I had no idea where I was or where I needed to go to get to my room. Fantastic.

I took a deep breath and turned around. I knocked on the door with a quiet sound. Damn I need to work on my strength.

"Come in Isabella."

I opened the door just so my head could pop out. Lorenzo looked up from his papers and looked a me with an amusing face.

I was pretty small in comparison with all my brothers, popping my head through the door and a small knock right after a conversation I never wanted to do again. He knew exactly I was lost me and he was enjoying it.

"What can I do for you sister?" Why did that melted my heart. He called me sister. I don't know why this is such a big deal. You need to stop looking at cringe movies Bella.

"Erm, I uh- I can't find my way back."

"Have you tried to find your way back?" he tilted his head amusing to the right. The small smile still on his face.

"Do you want me to be lost?" A small chuckle escaped his mouth. Yup, comedian it is.

"Come on, I'll show you." He stood up from his seat and walked towards me. He took my hand and led me to my room. The whole way I couldn't focus on the way we were walking, only on the fact that he holded my hand. Stop being such a softie, yeez.

"Is there any way I could get a map for this house?" He shook his head while a smile appeared on his face.

"I'll see what I can do cariño." That was easy. Seriously, a map could come in so handy. He gave me a kiss on the head and went back downstairs. He's full of surprises isn't he. I could feel blush rising to my cheeks and before anyone else could see it, I walked into my room and shut the door. I took a towel and turned the shower on so that it could warm up. I stripped down and locked the bathroomdoor.

When I looked in the mirror, I was disgusted. Disgusted by the figure standing in front of the mirror. There were scars all over my body, from knives to extinguished cigarettes. My tights were still burned from the hot water and my arms were full of bruising turning blue and green. My legs felt like jelly. I still didn't figure out how I'm still standing. My knees were injected and there's a huge scar on my right lower leg. My ribs were blue and black and I shivered looking at them. I remember every scar. Every story connected to them. Every single one

I turned around and gasped. My bag was way worse than my front. Huge scars were carved in my bag forming the word 'whore'. Blue and purple spots all over my bag. My shoulders hurt like a bitch from falling of the stairs. Not on top of the stairs, somewhere in the middle I was pushed by my mother. They were blue and red and I could still see some dried blood. I was horrified. A small tear left the corner of my eye and I let it run down my cheek. They broke me in so many ways. Now I'm wondering; what would have happened if I ran away? If I fought back a little more, would he have stopped?

I snapped out of my thoughts and put on my mask again. I stepped into the shower and I whined. The feeling of the water cleaning all my wounds, touching all my scars wanted to make me scream. I put my head and forearms on the wall and took some deep breaths. I tried to calm down and ignore the pain but tears were already forming. Calm down, Bella, you can do this. Come on, don't be a crybaby now.

After adjusting to the water, I took the shampoo bottle and carefully washed my hair. I washed it twice, because it was so greasy and dirty. My skull was still sore. That's what you get if Logan pulls you back by your hair.

After the shampoo I massaged the ends of my hair with conditioner. After washing everything out, it was now time for the hardest part. Washing my body.

I tried to avoid the worst wounds, but damn. I'm never washing myself again. I whipped away a few tears and walked out of the shower. I took a little time to admire the design. This place is beautiful.

With a towel wrapped around my small figure, I walked out of the shower. I looked at the clock and saw that i had washed up in 20 minutes. Not bad.

I took my pyjama and put it on. No, no, no. This is way too small. They'll see my scars and wounds. Fuck, now what?

I sneaked out of my room and went it the room beside me. Rodrigo's room.

"Please don't be in there, please don't be in there, please don't be in there" I opened the door a little bit, just so I could see in it. He wasn't here.

A sigh escaped my mouth and I walked into his room. I immediately went to his closet and picked out a black hoodie with 'Adulting, not for me today' on it in white letters. {Picture in media :) }

A small chuckle left my mouth and I put it on top of me. I also took some Adidas pants. I rolled them up and rolled up the sleeves of the hoodie and put on the cap. I sectioned my hair in two and put each part on one shoulder. I looked at myself in the mirror next to the closet and I was satisfied.

I slowly walked downstairs, not wanting to hurt myself. When I came downstairs, I followed the voices of my brothers what led me to the living room I suppose.

They were all sitting in the U-shaped couch. Everyone expect Lorenzo. Weird

"Hey there loca, how are-" He stopped in the middle of his sentence when he looked at me. What's going on?

Everyone now looked at me because Lio stopped talking in the middle of what he was saying. They all stared at me with big eyes and lastly Rodrigo turned around.

"Why are you in my clothes?" Oh shoot, that's what this is about? Yeez, and they say girls are drama queens.

"Erm, I- I grew out of my pyjama and I'm too cold to wear it so I borrowed some clot-"

"You grew out of your pyjama? What, didn't the drug addicts buy you enough options you need to steal or what?" My body went numb. I didn't feel anything, no anger, no sadness. Nothing at all.

I had the urge to throw him back his 'holy' hoodie but I stopped myself. You need to hide your body for a few weeks and then you'll be good. Don't do anything stupid now, Bella.

"Rodrigo!" His twin punched him softly and gave him an angry glare. Mental note, do not make Riccardo mad.

"What? It's true. You all think it, I'm just the only one who said it." Okay that hurt. Lio was arguing angry with Rodrigo. Scratch that, Emilio was arguing angry with Rodrigo but I was already walking out of the room.

Walk away before you do something you'll regret. Walk away before they see your tears. They had no idea, but I would never hold it against them. They simply didn't know.

"Wait! Isabella! Look what you did you idiot!" I heard Matteo say. Not that it changed anything. Now I knew how they really thought about me.

I ran as fast as I could upstairs to my room, only to run into a human wall. That's impossible, everyone is downsta-

Lorenzo.

"Woah, easy there cariño. I don't feel like bringing you to a hospital on your first day back home." Home, pha what a lie.

"Sorry, I didn't see you. Are you okay?" Lorenzo started laughing. Like actually laughing. What the hell? He has a beautiful laugh tho.

"You think your little body can hurt me?" A small chuckle escaped once again his mouth.

"If I wanted to, yeah!" He shook his head while smiling and then looked at me.

"Wait, is that a tear? Cariño what happened." I didn't even noticed a tear dropped from my eyes. Guess I cared more about my brothers than I thought. Key word: cared

"Isabella, answer me." There you have it again, the business voice. I'm not a fucking business deal, thank you very much.

I walked past him. He tried to grab my arm, but I dodged it. Surprise was all over his face. Yeez just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can dodge a simple move.

"Why don't you ask your beloved brothers." I said while walking backwards. I turned around and walked as fast as I could into my room and locked the door. I could hear Lorenzo run down the stairs, then I heard some distant yelling. Okay, that was not the plan.

I jumped on my bed. Well, if you can call it jumping. I took Mr snuffles and hugged him tight. A small tear dropped down and I whipped him away as soon as I felt him roll down. Like hell I'm going to cry about these idiots I don't even know for 24 hours.

Don't be a crybaby, Bella. Hold it in, suck it up.

"Stop being so pathetic."

No, no flashbacks.

"Stop being a failure."

Get out of my head Logan!

"You are a waste of breath"

Mom...

"I should have never given birth to you!"

You don't mean that...

"Waste of breath! Little whore! Failure! Disappointment! Ungrateful child! Worthless! Ugly bitch! You thief!"

Thief...

"What didn't the drug addicts buy you enough options you need to steal or what?"

Maybe they were right...

No, no, no get out of my head.

I started to shake, afraid Logan could come into my room any minute. I'm having a panic attack.

He's not here, Bella. Come on calm down. You're safe. You're Bella, you love Katherine Pierce, you're a survivor.

Not helping, not helping, not helping.

"If you ever feel like you're about to lose it, say what you have eaten last to first."

I ate spaghetti with my brothers, therefor I had an apple. Then a stolen sandwich, then a thrown away piece of pizza.

My breath started to slow down. I was calming down. I did it on my own. Like I always do. Alone.

I closed my eyes, hoping I would fall asleep faster than I would fall apart. Tears were streaming down my face.

Knock knock

"Loca? Are you in there?" Emilio... I heard some murmur from different voices.

"Isabella, come out please. We just want to talk." Matteo... No, they think you're just like them. They think you're just like mom.

"Come on preciosa, we know you're in there." Riccardo said with a low voice.

"Please..." For a second, just one second I wanted to open the door and hug him and tell them I forgave their dump asses. Then the memories slapped me in the face as another tear ran down. They said I was just like them.

I heard a key go into the lock. No, no, no, please don't.

The door opened and I hold my breath in, but I didn't close my eyes. If they wanted to see me, they're also going to see my puffy, tired, red eyes.

I could only see one person come in. He stepped closer and when he was close enough, I saw his face.

Lorenzo...

I was having a staring contest with Lorenzo. His eyes full of worry, my full of tears. A flash of anger and hurt went through his eyes. This time I was sure it wasn't my imagination.

He kept looking at me and I was waiting for the moment he called in the boys. I was preparing myself mentally, only I prepared myself for the wrong thing.

"She's asleep guys. Go, we'll talk to her tomorrow." he whispered, his eyes still fixed on mine. A flash of confusion flashed through my eyes.

"Why are you still in there Lorenzo?" Riccardo asked.

"Because I want to be the first one she talks to. We don't want one of you morons screw it up again. It's her first day back and we already messed up for god's sake." he said slightly angry. My eyes went wide at hearing Lorenzo swear. Probably to make it more believable.

After a few minutes everything was quiet. Lorenzo walked away and locked the door.

He took a chair and placed it beside me. I didn't move a muscle, I didn't even look at him. Did Lorenzo just protected me?

"It's not true cariño. We would never think that of you."

"They didn't deny it."

"What?"

"When someone tells a lie about you, the first thing you do is denying it. They. didn't . deny. it." I said angry. I could see Lorenzo's face soften.

"I wasn't there, Isabella. And I'm sorry for that. But what I know for sure is that they're so happy that you're back. Every one of them. Even Rodrigo. He just..." He sighed "Complicated. I never fully understood him." I just nodded.

"We'll talk more in the morning, okay? Go to sleep cariño, it's been a long day and you look exhausted."

"Okay."

"And Isabella?

"Yeah?"

"I missed you."

A smile made its way down on my lips and the last thing I knew before I fell asleep was the bed dipping down next to me, Lorenzo pulling me in his arms and whispering to me:

"Sweet dreams baby."

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