My house was a bit far from where our parents lived, while Zagreb and Vidalia lived nearer to the company our parents built.

Or more like, they were living exactly in the manor.

It must be odd to hear but, I want my house to be more peaceful and away from the city. That's why every third week of the month, my siblings would visit me to know how I was coping up with living on my own.

Our parents didn't like me living away, so they never once visited me ever since I lived here. Mostly from my Dad whom I haven't talked to ever since that day.

"Amalfi, how's your job in here? I heard from Ohio that you got a job in a manufacturing company," Zagreb started as we were taking a dinner.

"It was good," I answered that made Vidalia to gasped.

"You didn't like our company, Ams?" she told me.

"Didn't liked designing shits."

She and Zagreb just sighed before eating again.

I hate working to their company, it was filled with shitty attitudes and trashy people.

Ohio is the only person I could trust in there aside to my siblings since he also hates working in there. He just didn't had a chance to resign. I didn't know what reason he has but it must be deep so I'll just let him be. He'll open up when he wants to.

"What about the both of you? You both looked as if you got escaped based on what you had worn earlier."

Vidalia clicked her tongue and didn't answered but my brother puts down his utensils.

"Father was agitated, he wants you to get in our company in a year before he losses his temper and burn this house down." I creased my forehead and looked at him.

Is he serious? What the heck?

"What in the world Father was thinking? He's crazy."

Vidalia added to Zagreb, "You don't know how he and I escaped from that hellish company just to be with you tonight. I didn't even got to pick the right lipstick for my get-away! Good thing I took that nude color! Ugh, next time Zagreb, tell me if you want me to go with you to here so I could pick something that suits me," she angrily spoke but our brother just stuck his tongue out, making her more annoyed.

She even stepped on my foot.

"Aw! You stupid shit, don't step on my foot!" I yelled at her that made her stop.

But then, she just rolled her eyes before eating again.

"So what are you gonna do now? You escaped from our parents' company just to be with me. I'm sure, they'll track you both down going here," I told Zagreb but he just shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe after our night here, we'll go on our separate ways. I knew our parents would freeze our bank accounts so I secretly took our money without them noticing earlier before he did so." I looked the both of them but they seemed to be unbothered with what they just did.

What kind of a hell was happening in our family right now?

"I don't know what happened back in our parents' manor but, that's kind of shit," I commented.

"That was really shit, not kind of," Vidalia corrected.

I didn't know what response should I do for what they had done, leaving me to sigh in disappointment.

"This one night, and tomorrow you'll get away again? Where would you live? What kind of work should both of you take? The province is like a wild jungle, would you both take it? You were raised with golden spoons in your mouths while I was raised by granny and gramps in our province."

"I don't know, sis," Vidalia admitted, "Maybe I will make a few adjustments and live in the farthest province possible."

"I will work undercover in a secret organization," our brother answered.

These two really. Tsk.

I sighed in defeat and placed down my utensils to my plate.

"Whatever you both are doing, make yourselves be safe always. We already had lost one brother, don't make things hard for me again. You both are older than me and yet, I looked like I'm the oldest one in here," I irritatingly spoke.

But they just gave me a chuckle.

"Sure baby sis, we'll take care of ourselves always," Vidalia told me as she held my hand. "You take care here, okay?" I nodded before taking my hand off of her.

Being held like that is awkward for me, I can't stand with it.

After the dinner, the two went off. Driving with their own cars.

If I would be given a chance, I would not let them go and hide. But, I can't get a hold of them. Besides, their stay in here should not be detected.

Or I will be doomed.

As I was about to close my gate, I saw silhouette of a man wearing a fedora hat and a cardigan.

It should not be a bother since it's just a silhouette, but it moved so I quickly closed the gates and fled inside the house. I would lie if I could tell that wasn't scary.

Brewing a Jasmine tea, my mind could never stop thinking about Zagreb and Vidalia escaping from our Father.

Mother would know where we are since she always knows everything about us, but since her love for us as her children never breaks, so she never tells Papa about our whereabouts.

I was still in my early-teenage years when Mama sent me off to an orphanage to live alone after the incident occured ten years ago. The past lingers me and it would affect my family's reputation if they would still make me live with them.

Sipping my tea, my thoughts still wanders through the night sky. I can't sleep.

I was about to finish it off when a bullet hits the floor of the veranda. Just an inch away from me. It made me stilled from my seat for a second to recover from the shock before fleeing inside my room.

Yes, my house may have stood the floods, earthquakes, and such natural disasters. But not guns and bullets. It would kill me.

I immediately hid in the hidden basement where it took me couple pf years to build it under the house. Just incase something like that happened.

I could still hear the bullets shooting through the walls in my house.

Zagreb is really serious about father's threats in my life. Ever since our eldest brother died because of me, Papa loathes me to the core that he even chose to disown me as his child.

It was painful for my part since I was still younger when that happened.

I was about to open the trapdoor of my hidden basement when I smelled the burning of the furnitures in my house.

My eyes widened as I realized, my house were not just showered with hundreds of bullets, but also being burned down.

Just like what Zagreb has feared to tell me before they fled off. As if he and Vidalia have read our father's plans in his mind.

Tears trickled down my cheeks as I sat under the trapdoor of my basement. Waiting for my house that was built with my own sweat and tears to be burned down to ashes.