"Fuck, okay!" I heard Rivo shout. Not even twenty seconds later he stumbled into the living room, a pissed off looking Alessandro right behind him.

"Why the fuck is everybody here?" he stopped walking, regarding the scene confusingly. His gaze landed on me, and the crease between his eyebrows deepened.

"The hell is wrong with her?"

I didn't stop pacing. I didn't even look at him for more than a second. I couldn't.

Amadeo told everyone to come here after I decided to share this with them. Share my life with them.

Rivo being his usual self completely ignored him, so Alessandro had to pull him down stairs by the ear.

Or at least that's what I like to think. To relieve some of the tension, you know? Fuck, I'm freaking out.

I slightly turned my head towards their direction, and the realization that all five of them were looking at me caused me to momentarily halt my fast pace.

Both Amadeo and Alessandro are standing behind the couch in front of me, hands on its back. They sent me a reassuring nod, something that had more impact on my fast heartbeat than I thought it would have.

Santo is sitting on the same couch, and Rivo joined him. They had the exact same expression on their face. Pure confusion.

Riccardo on the other hand is lying down on the couch to my left, looking at me through one eye only.

Oh God, I actually have to explain everything now.

"When I-no." I tried, but shook my head quickly after. My hand was running through my hair nonstop, and I could already feel the tangles I create.

I turned back after my feet almost reached the wall. "I-"

I looked around the room, my breath hitching in my throat. "Stop looking at me like that!" I panicked, picking up my pace.

Rivo was the first one to comply. He switched his overly confused gaze to Alessandro and Amadeo, but they didn't look back at him.

"You can do it." Amadeo said softly, leaning forward against the couch. "Don't stress yourself."

"Can do... what, exactly?" Santo asked, his eyes flickering between me and everyone else, like we're all here just to pull a clever prank on him.

I took a deep breath, wiping my clammy hands on the back of my pants. "I'm trying to build up the courage to tell you about my life before... well, here."

Now that got their attention.

"Wait, what?" Riccardo sat straight in a second, his body now facing me. "Really?"

I rubbed my eyes, nodding. "Yes, but I can't do it when all of you are basically staring at my soul."

"Hold on," Rivo held his hands up, taking the attention off me. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Why are you trying to tell us?"

Before I could even procces Rivo's question, Alessandro hit the back of his head.

"What?" Rivo called, matching the glare of his big brother. "I'm not telling her not to do it, alright? It's just a-"

"A great question, actually." I gestured my hand at him, my head slightly spinning from the nonstop pacing.

"Why the hell am I trying to tell you? I don't even know." I furrowed my eyebrows, my voice so much higher than usual.

"Nice job, asshole." Santo mumbled, but I heard it. Everybody did.

"No, I- fuck." Rivo shook his head, and I swear, he looked panicked for a second there. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Yes, I know!" I exclaimed, running a hand through my hair again. That's exactly the problem.

"I know you didn't mean it like that because you always say whatever you want, no matter how stupid it is. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Rivo shuffled in his seat, frowning again. "Not exactly, no."

"Im saying that I fucking know you!" I threw my hands up. "I got to know all of you, even though I tried so hard not to."

It was so frustrating.

"I tried to distance myself, to pretend I'm just crashing here for a while." I chuckled, shaking my head and holding one finger up. "But no."

They were all silent, watching me and listening to every frantic word that comes out of my mouth. "I got to fucking know you without even realizing it, and it scares me so much. I mean,"

I glanced at all of them after turning on my heel. "I know Santo pretends to suck at GTA, but he just doesn't want to play because he hates violence. How the fuck are the two of you twins?"

Santo's mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. He turned to look at Rivo, but I didn't let it stop my ramble.

"Amadeo is the scariest looking guy I've ever met." I threw my hand lazily at his direction, and I didn't miss the amused smile that grew on his face. "But still acts like a giant teddy bear. How is that even work? And let's not forget about Alessandro."

I chuckled humorlessly and slumped down onto the black armchair. My head was spinning, my feet were hurting, but my thoughts were running too fast.

"Alessandro is only ever nice to the people in this room, and-"

I caught Riccardo rolling his eyes, and it made my stop. "And you," I pointed at him, narrowing my eyes. He looked at me, a little bit taken aback by my tone.

"You act like nothing bothers you, but come on." I raised my eyebrow. "I've seen the looks you gave Rivo after he came back here a couple of days ago with a black eye, going on and on about this stupid fight he had with some guys."

Riccardo didn't take his eyes off me, not even when Rivo leaned forward. "Really?" he asked, surprise all over his face.

"Yes, I listened because I love drama. Sue me." Riccardo shrugged, but when he finally looked at Rivo, he rolled his eyes again.

"Fine." he muttered. "I was a little bit worried about his weak ass, satisfied? Fucking goblin."

Rivo grunted and crossed his arms.

"No, I'm not satisfied!" I called out, rubbing my forehead with my palms. "Because... God. I might have been a little bit worried about his weak ass too."

"Wait, you were?" Rivo looked at me with the same surprise from before, but then scoffed again. "And my ass is not weak. I beat those guys up, practically demolished them."

I groaned and banged my head on the back of the armchair. I'm starting to get to know them, to worry about them. How the fuck did that happen?

"In this family we care about each other." Alessandro walked towards me. He crouched down to my level, looking at me in the eye. "You're learning it too."

I looked past him at everyone else. "Would you really..." I cleared my throat, my tone's cautious. "Would you really consider me a part of this family?"

Rivo snorted. "An annoying ass part-"

"Shut up already." Santo hissed, glaring at him.

Amadeo grabbed the back of their necks harshly, making them groan in pain. "What those idioti mean," (idiots) he smiled at me. "Is of course. You've always been and always will be a part of this family."

I nodded faintly, looking back at Alessandro. "Okay."

"Say it." he demanded. I took a deep breath, my eyes locked on his.

"I don't..." I shook my head, feeling the fear crawling its way up to my chest.

"Say it." Alessandro repeated, his voice just as demanding as before. His hand squeezed mine, and the warmth in his eyes gave me just enough courage.

"I'm a part of this... family."

He smiled. The biggest smile I've ever seen on him. "Good." I didn't try to hold back my own relief and smiled back.

Those people, as irritating they sometimes are, actually care about me. And I don't necessarily hate that thought.

I wanted to run away from this, from that warm feeling in my chest towards the ones who call themselves my family.

I wanted to ignore them, to never let myself think about everything that could've happened if I grew up here.

To never let myself think about being a part of their family.

Alessandro rose to his feet, ruffling my hair. "You don't have to tell us anything if you don't want to, alright?"

"No, I... I want to." I shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. My eyes followed him as he took a seat in front of me next to Riccardo, while Amadeo sat on Rivo's right.

"I mean, I don't know much about families, but..." I glanced at them, my fingers dancing on my lap. "Sharing shit is important, right?"

"Right." Santo sent me a small smile, which I returned.

They all looked at me. Even Riccardo was too focused to notice how Alessandro was just a few inches away from him. Or maybe he just ignored it.

"I have no idea where to begin." I admitted after a few seconds of silence. I rubbed my hands on my pants, trying to find the right words to describe my life with.

"It's alright, begin from the start." Amadeo reassured.

I took a deep breath, my eyes darting between all of them. The start.

"I don't- I mean, I didn't remember any of you. Any of this." I gestured towards the fancy living room we're in. "All I've ever known was that orphanage, the one you know I grew up in."

"I met my friends when I was six, but until then I had absolutely no one." I shrugged. "Everybody there kept saying my family, you, abounded me. And I believed it."

I made eye contact with Riccardo, who looked down immediately. "I know it's not true, but... That's why I was so against letting any of you in, you know? I didn't want to give you the opportunity to actually do it."

My voice faltered at the end, and I found myself praying that none of them heard my stupid confession. But by the looks on their faces, they've heard.

"I was scared, alright? It's not like I've had a family before." I muttered, furrowing my eyebrows. "I was adopted sixteen times, but no one has ever decided that I was worth the trouble. They wanted a cute little princess," I chuckled, remembering how disappointed all of them were. "Which is not exactly how I'd describe myself."

Rivo looked away from me, trying to hide the small smile on his face. It made mine grow, only for it to falter a few moments later.

"Promise me to not freak out, okay?" I suddenly asked, looking at each and everyone of them. "Or else I won't be able to finish telling you this."

I know who I'm dealing with here. I once got back from Jace's place with a scratch on my forehead, and I've never seen that much amount of anger before.

Theo threw a shoe at my face, by the way.

My eyes didn't leave them. Not until Amadeo nodded slowly, cautiously. I'll have that.

"You have to understand that growing up there was not..." I trailed off, trying to find the right word. "Fun, to put it nicely. The kids were fucking crazy, and the staff loved putting us all in our place."

My hand touched my right shoulder, gently massaging it. "They dislocated my shoulder when I was eleven, all because I left my room at night to get some water."

I didn't have the guts to look up to see their faces, but the tension in their silence was enough to make me nervous. My hand dropped back to my lap, and I bit the inside of my cheek until I could feel the metallic taste of blood.

"There was this one man everybody was so scared of, and Jace... he did everything to keep me away from him. Until he couldn't anymore."

I stopped playing with the loose thread on my pants and lifted my head. They're trying hard to let me keep talking, I can tell by the way Alessandro's fist covers his mouth, or the deadly look Riccardo sends to the wall behind me.

The only one who was still looking at me was Santo, and even he had a deep frown on his face.

"I didn't leave my room for more than a week after he beat me for the first time." I clenched my jaw, the memories fresh in my mind.

"My ankle was broken and my ribs burned with every breath I took, but that wasn't the reason. I was just... I really thought he'll end up killing me one day like he said he would."

"Is this man the one you talked about?" Rivo asked, his voice breaking the silence. He was leaning forward on the couch, his leg bouncing rapidly. "The one that gave you that fucking scar?"

Before I could answer, Alessandro spoke. "What?" he hissed, narrowing his eyes at Rivo. "What are you talking about?"

I widened my eyes and looked back at Rivo. He kept glaring at the table, not even slightly affected by any of his older brothers' sharp looks.

"You didn't tell them?" I whispered, disbelief clear in my voice.

How is it possible he didn't tell anyone about what I told him that night in my room? Do they even know what happened that night at all?

"No." he muttered, shaking his head. "Didn't want you to kick my balls again."

I blinked a few times, feeling my eyes staring to burn. He really kept everything between us.

"I, uh." The words got stuck in my throat. Amadeo brushed his hand through his hair harshly, but still sent me an encouraging nod.

"One day the cops came, probably because he was on their radar or... I don't know, but they gave us a phone number to call to if something bad happens before they take all of us out of there." I rambled, my voice slightly shaking.

I've never told anyone this. I was there when Ares and Theo told Jace, but nothing more.

"He knew we talked to the police and he... Fuck." I dropped my head between my hands, letting my hair hide my face and the unshed tears in my eyes.

"You're fine." Amadeo reached forward to grab my hand. His hold was stiff, almost as if he was trying to control himself. I guess he was.

My nails were digging into my palm. "He took that as an excuse to beat me up daily. I... I couldn't walk straight, I couldn't even breathe because my ribs just didn't have the time to heal before the next time."

I have no idea why, but even though he knew Ares and Theo talked to those cops too, he didn't bat his eyes at them, simply letting the others handle them. It was like he only cared about me, and that made me so fucking scared.

"Olive-"

"That's not even the worst part." I chuckled humorlessly, gently pulling my hand away from Amadeo's grasp.

"Look, you'll be the first people I'm telling this." I pulled down my sleeve and wiped my cheek. "But I need you to know that I'll never talk about this again. Never. I can't."

"Come here." Alessandro nodded towards his right, and it took me a few seconds to leave the armchair and sit next to him.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, using his palm to keep my head close to his chest.

I don't know whether it was the sudden memories or the deep feeling of safety I felt in his hold, but either way, I couldn't stop the tears from spilling silently from my eyes.

"We waited and waited for the officers to come like they promised, but nothing. Almost two months of fucking hell." I whispered, but I knew they heard.

No matter how many times I begged for help, for him to stop, nothing worked. He enjoyed watching me bleed, and just the memory of his smile sends shivers down my spine.

"We couldn't take it anymore. We called the number the cops gave us and planned to escape that night, but..." I brought my knees to my chest, hugging them while leaning on Alessandro. "Something went wrong."

My mind was swirling, and with every word I said, I could picture that day flawlessly.

"Come on, Ollie!" Ares whispered. He took a couple of steps back, grabbing my wrist tightly.

"Stop it!" Theo came to stand next to me. I twisted my hand, trying to get it out of his hold. "You're hurting her!"

"She's going to be in a lot more of pain if one of them will catch us, and I won't let Bo do anything to her." Ares replied harshly, and I finally yanked my hand away from him. No one will catch us.

"I can do it." I gritted out, pushing past them to go down another corridor. "I can limp my way out of here."

"Let's go." Ares nodded, jogging to my side. Theo shook his head and raised one of my arms, wrapping in around his shoulders. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"I think we all do." I said, trying to ignore the pain from my left leg. The halls were dark and quiet, but it wasn't scary. No, scary means bright and loud, where they can see us.

"Bad feeling or not," Ares said, looping my other arm around his shoulders. "We're getting out of this place. All of us."

"We were almost outside. The guard, he... we knew he leaves for a long bathroom break on pizza nights." I couldn't bring myself to look up and see their faces, not when I put all my strength into staying seated instead of bolting out of this room, out of this house.

Alessandro noticed, and the hold he had on me tightened.

"The guard's gone." Ares returned to us. He left to check everything's clear while Theo and I stayed by the big doors.

"Are you ready?" he asked me, his voice laced with worry. I was leaning against the wall, keeping my leg off the floor.

I wasn't ready. Not at all. My body was burning, and my hair was stuck to my forehead from all the sweat.

"Yes." I said, stepping on my broken foot despite the pain. Looking up at him made my head spin, but I didn't let it show. "Lead the way, Reed."

Ares glanced at Theo, who nodded. "I've got her, let's go."

Theo held me by the waist while I held his shoulder tightly. The three of us walked as fast as we could, all the way out of the big doors.

"Fuck." I mumbled, looking at the stairs I usually go down with ease. The wind made my body feel even hotter, and my heartbeat fastened with every noise the trees made.

"We can do it." Ares joined Theo, and with both of my hands around their shoulders, we started to descend the stairs.

As soon as we made it down, Ares ran towards the guard's booth.

"I'll help him look for the key, alright?" Theo said. He helped me lean onto the gate, and I nodded.

"Wait!" I called, grabbing his wrist just as he turned around. We're so close, so, so close. And I can't ruin this for them.

"If something goes wrong, I need you to promise me that you and Ares will leave." I said, looking into his eyes.

"What?" he furrowed his eyebrows. "No, I'm not-"

"Please, Theo." I whispered. "I feel like I'm going to pass out every second now, and I won't let you stay back because of me."

"We called the cops, remember?" he shook his head. "Everything will be okay, we're all getting out."

"Ares couldn't find the key to the gate, no matter how hard they looked for it." I mumbled, looking at them. The pool of tears in my eyes made their faces blurry, and I was thankful for that. "And that's when the police officer showed up."

"We can't open it!" Ares yelled through the bars. The exact same officer from almost two months ago left his car in a rush, jogging towards where we stood.

"You tried to find the key?" he asked, his hands turning the metal chain around so he'll be able to look at the lock clearly.

"Yes!" Ares exclaimed, his eyes darting between me and the cop. "You don't understand, she's hurt and we have to-"

"Move." the man cut him off. He took his gun out, making all of us scramble away.

Ares and Theo shoved me behind them in a second. "What are you doing?" Theo asked carefully, his hand keeping me behind their backs.

I wanted to push past them, but I couldn't even walk one step without sending my body through hell.

"Getting you kids out of here." That was all I've heard before the gunshot. I jumped, holding their hands tightly.

Both Ares and Theo moved from each other, letting my enough room to see what was going on.

He shot the lock.

The metal chain came crashing down the ground, making a noise as loud as the gunshot.

"Come on!" The cop yelled. He opened the gate, waving his hands at us. We stared at him for a few seconds, and then at each other.

I smiled, the biggest smile I've smiled in years. We were actually leaving.

Ares took my hand in his, and we ran back towards the gate. I didn't care about the intense pain, not when we were so close.

"I don't think so."

"It was so dark that we didn't even see him getting closer to us." I wiped my cheeks again with my sleeves.

They all looked at me, but it seems like everyone was lost in their own thoughts. Or maybe it was just me.

"He grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me back. My broken leg hurt so much, but I couldn't even breathe. Not when he had that fucking knife at my throat."

"Let the girl go, Elsher." the cop rasped, pointing his gun at us. I closed my eyes, feeling the tears wetting my entire face.

"Now why would I do that, officer Walsh?" Bo chuckled from behind me. He pressed the knife even closer to my throat, and I tried to open my eyes. "I'm not the trespassing one."

Theo and Ares stood frozen, their eyes wide and glued to my throat.

Walsh took a step towards us, and Bo dragged me back. "Not so fast." he clicked his tongue. "I'm sure Olive here won't appreciate you disturbing our special time together, would you?"

His breath was hot on my ear, and I couldn't do anything besides shutting my eyes. I was completely paralyzed.

"Do something!" I heard Ares yell, and a dark laughter came shortly after. "He can't help you, right, Walsh? We have a deal."

My eyes snapped open. A deal. I looked at Ares and Theo, fear all over my face. 'Leave', I mouthed, but they shook their heads frantically.

"You have a deal with my bosses, Elsher, not me. I still think you're a scum." the officer hissed, his hold on the gun tightening. "If you want to live, get that knife off her throat."

"Alright." Bo said and lifted the knife. His voice was mocking, but all I cared about was getting air into my lungs.

I tried to wiggle out of his hold, but he pushed me onto him. "Wait a minute, princess."

And just like that, I couldn't breathe again. The feeling of cold metal returned, but this time on my stomach.

He trailed the knife up and down, all the way to my ear. It wasn't strong enough to make me bleed, but definitely enough to make me sob.

"I... I'm sorry. Please don't do it." I whispered. He promised to kill me, and he's finally going to do it.

"D'you hear that?" Bo asked, amused. He brought the knife back to my stomach, putting more force into it. I let out a chocked sob, feeling it piercing my skin. "Walk away, Walsh."

"Drop the knife." he repeated, the gun pointing at us.

"Shoot him!" Theo shouted, but we all knew he can't. He won't be able to shoot him without putting a bullet in me too.

"That's not very nice of you." Bo shook his head, and the intense pain only grew. He slowly brought the knife up, drawing the same line from before.

"I fucking told you to promise me, Theo!" I yelled, dread crawling up my body along with the knife. "Take Ares and go!"

"You've heard the princess' command." Bo said, pressing my body closer to his. "It's time to go."

I took a deep breath, my voice shaking.

"And that Walsh?" Riccardo asked, his voice cold. "Did he just stand there, letting you scream until he reached your neck?"

I tightened my hold on my knees, not looking up to meet his gaze.

"Controllati." (control yourself) Amadeo hissed, and Alessandro stiffened even more. I'm surprised they didn't react like that already ten minutes ago.

"Quello stronzo ha visto mentre veniva torturata-" (That asshole watched her being tortured-) Riccardo snapped, and before he could finish his sentence, I spoke.

"I didn't scream."

He turned to look at me, his chest rising and falling heavily. "What?"

"I didn't scream." I repeated harshly. "Walsh didn't 'let me scream', because I didn't."

I never gave Bo the satisfaction that night. No matter how much did it hurt, I never screamed.

"And that pissed him off even more."

"Such a strong girl, huh?" he growled, pressing the knife to my collarbone. "I guess you should thank me for that high pain tolerance."

"How's the leg, by the way?" he whispered into my ear, and a second later, a sickening sound came from my knee he just kicked.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and he had to hold me even tighter so I won't fall.

"So what do you say, Walsh?" Bo tilted his head to the side, the knife almost at my ear. "Are you really willing to go against your bosses and lose your job, all because of one little girl?"

I gasped and pressed my eyes shut, feeling hot liquid drip down my neck.

"We can make the deal you say you're not a part of." I heard Bo offer. "I give you money, you stay the fuck away."

My head started to spin, and my good leg almost gave up. "Oh, no." he taunted, holding me straight while applying pressure to my neck. "You're not dying, not yet."

"Alright." Walsh said after a few seconds. I managed to open my eyes just enough to see him lowering his gun.

My eyes looked around frantically, and I let out a breath of relief when I couldn't find Ares and Theo.

They got out.

"Good. Now back off, or I'll slit her pretty neck horizontally next." I could hear the smile in his voice.

My eyes begged Walsh for help, but he didn't even look at me. He took a step back, hands above his head. "Drop the knife, and I'm gone."

"You think I'm stupid?" Bo asked, his hand pressing onto my bleeding neck painfully. "Drop your gun first."

Walsh's eyes lingered on me for a moment, but I couldn't see him clearly. My eyes began to close, and the world started to spin.

"I'm putting my gun on the ground." he said, slowly crouching down. The hold Bo had on me became less tight, and he stopped pressing the knife to my throat.

"See?" he chuckled, bringing the knife down to my stomach again. "It wasn't so-"

A gunshot made me open my eyes fully.

Both me and Bo looked up, where Walsh shot a bullet. He didn't even aim it towards us.

"What do you-"

A bang.

It took Bo exactly two seconds to fall down, taking me with him. My back hit the floor, but that pain was nothing compared to the burning in my neck.

"Olive!" Ares yelled, dropping down the heavy stick he hit Bo's head with. Theo dropped to his knees, pressing his hand to the side of my neck. "Don't close your eyes, please."

"Get in the car, now!"

"I woke up in the hospital, with Ares and Theo by my side." I said, my voice's quiet. "The doctor said it's been almost a month."

Alessandro brushed the hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. "I didn't even realize why I was there in the first place." I chuckled, letting the tears fall freely.

"I remember going to wash my face in the bathroom, and fuck, I can still see my horrified expression in that mirror."

Santo's eyes found mine. We've never talked about the scar on his face, but by the knowing glint in his eyes, he understands exactly what expression I'm talking about.

I cleared my throat, looking away from him. "We couldn't stay there after I woke up. The hospital called the CPS, so we had to leave before they'd put me in foster care."

"Theo called Jace and told him everything. He wanted us to move in with him, but... We were finally free, you know?" I whispered, my eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"I get it why most people would call it a dumb decision. I mean, we could've had a warm bed, food, everything. But... For the first time in years, we could choose for ourselves. We thought we could manage as long as we stick together, and I guess we did." my lips twitched upwards.

We made so many stupid choices on our years together, but they were still choices. That freedom was intoxicating, and not even the idea of reuniting with Jace could've made us throw it away.

"We moved around a lot, running away from everyone we might have pissed off on our stay." I said, and looked up at them with a small smile. "And... A little more than a month ago, we didn't run fast enough."

Alessandro tried to smile back for me, his hand rubbing circles on my shoulder. "And here we are now." he said, placing his chin on my head.

"And here we are now." I mumbled into his chest.

I pulled away, my eyes darting between my five brothers. They were holding back, any fool could see.

They were holding back their anger because they knew I won't be able to stand it. I told them not to freak out, and they kept their word. For me.

Past the obvious anger, they look like they want to say something, anything, but just can't find the right words.

"Don't say anything." I pleaded, my voice's slightly breaking. "I wanted you to know because I want to move on, to give this family a chance. I can't relive all of this again, so please don't make me."

"It's alright, we won't. Right?" Alessandro sent a sharp look towards his younger brothers, and they reluctantly nodded.

I know they must have a lot of unanswered questions, a lot of thoughts and feelings, but I can't answer anything anymore. Not today.

"You're strong, Olive." Amadeo rose from his seat, crouching down to look at me. "This Elsher, and everybody else who hurt you, cazzo, they will pay for it. Every single one." (fuck)

His voice was rough, and the promise in his words made me nod blindly, even if I didn't realize what he meant by that.

"Thank you for not making me feel even worse about it." I whispered and looked at all of them, feeling the tears gathering in my eyes again.

"But you can lose your shit now." I tried to smile, wiping my cheeks for hopefully the last time today. "Because I'm going to eat every bag of chips in my room while blasting Disney songs in my earphones."

I pulled my hoodie's hat on my head, not daring to look at them as I leave the couch. I can feel their eyes on my back, only disappearing when I stepped out of the room completely.

And then it hit me.

Oh my God. I actually told someone. My hand covered my mouth as I walked to my room.

I didn't just tell someone. I told my biological family, the same one I'm willing to try to become a part of.

After running up the stairs, I shut the door closed behind me, my back pressed against it. My heart was beating loudly in my ears, but still not loud enough to overcome the yells from downstairs.

What the hell do I do now?

Chapter 38!!

I should've been studying but all I wanted to do was write, so consider yourselves lucky.

Buttt I do have a very important test coming up on Wednesday, so I'm very sorry if it'll take me some more time to write the next one.

So many mixed feelings lol

‼️You can read chapter 30 again for a farther explanation about the past.

*For all those who may didn't understand, Olive told them everything you've read in the flashbacks, only you got it as a flashback instead of a verbal explanation. I don't know, I liked that idea. <3

It's a long chapter, and my first language isn't English. So if you see a grammar mistake, don't be shy. I want to give you the best version of this book :)

My sister is going to have her baby boy any day now, and I'm so nervous lol. As long as she'll come out healthy, I'm good.

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