Were they shitting with me right now? They were fucking up with my brain.
My brothers....... are they really taking me in?" I questioned her.
Okay.......now this is interesting. I thought they would not accept me.
She took a deep breath " yes, your biological brothers."
" Okay. Thanks for doing what I asked you to do." I said as I standed to go back to my- no orphanage room. But before I could go she closed the door.
How the heck did she move there so fast. Is she some type of superman that I don't know.
"Ruby, I know you wouldn't like this but they really didn't know when you came into the orphanage at 14 years old. " Melanie said. Like she knows. I know they knew about me living in the orphanage. I listened to them speaking.
"And......"I asked my bitch face in rest. If I showed my emotions I would break down in front of her. This is not necessary right now.
"You should give them one more chance. Please you have to live, ruby. Go back to your usual self ruby. I hate seeing you like that. I don't know what you think of me but I see you as my daughter. I couldn't see you like this. Please give them a try. I know you are going on some work because I know you would never go there if possible. But give them just one chance. Anyway it is one year to go. Please" she said.
How can I do that to her? I know she is worried about me. She practically raised me when I firstly came to this orphanage. She changed me a lot. Helped me countless times but I am scared of showing my emotions.
She knows that I am conflicted and she took it as an advantage and softly said "please, one chance"
Well one chance wouldn't hurt. Would it now? I wouldn't have chosen that if I know the consequence that I would have to bear. It is so hard for me to trust.
I took a deep breath and said okay. Even though it is a lie I couldn't see her desperate and sad for me any more time. She doesn't deserve to be sad. And for someone like me, she shouldn't be sad.
She squealed when I said okay. She likes to see everyone happy. She is a kid. Just her age is 40 years. She kissed my forehead and said to pack my luggage.
I went back to the orphanage room and packed my luggage. I don't have much clothes here. I just came here the day before yesterday. I hope George will send my clothes to New York fast. I am currently in Los Angeles.
The mission. The mission that I bounded myself even risking my life is the only reason I am even going there. The only reason that I am still living. In a way the mission is what still keeps me alive. They may be my blood but certainly not my family. Blood may make you relatives but only the true love and bond makes you family and that is not something I am familiar with in the days that came.
As I slept that night, I couldn't help but think that I wouldn't let them in. Letting them in would take a lot of more time. Time that I want to personally take.
I won't. On the other hand my heart is saying along with my mind to not trust anyone anymore. It is like a means of getting hurt again.
I can't take anymore pain in my life. But I am happy that there is pain because if it is not there I wouldn't even know that I am alive. Pain is something that makes you human. It is like a friend to me. Never leaving for one second.
My mission is the only reason I am even going there. My mission. That is last thought before I slowly fell into a deep sleep.
As the sun rays entered through the creaks of the window and fell on my eyes dancing, immediately waking me up I saw that the time was six a.m. Thankfully, the nightmares didn't come today.
I got four hours of sleep. I feel a little bit rested compared to yesterday. I did my usual daily routine.
As I wore a grey off shoulder crop top and a black torn Jeans. I left my hair free . I put my knives in my shoes and the shotgun in the back of Jeans. Better be safe. Afterall I haven't seen my brothers in many years.
I took my luggage and got out. I gave the house, the orphanage that took me when I was desperate one last glance before I went to Melanie's office.
She gave me the documents and said " Your older brother couldn't come here because of his work. He told to fly in his private jet"
"Okay" I said and was about to go when she suddenly pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead.
"Remember what I said ruby. Give them a chance. " she said.
I nodded my head and gave her a brief hug before going. The last time I would see her. A lone tear escaped from my cheek as it cascaded on my cheek before having been roughly rubbed by me. Showing weakness.
In thirty minutes, we drove to the airport before going in. His private flight is luxurious. There is a bedroom in it. With a comfy sofa and a chair along with the television and the wifi availability. There are two air hostesses and the pilot. They smiled at me when I arrived and I just nodded at them. They showed me the jet. One of the air hostesses who I forgot the name had given me orange juice as I sat in one the window seat as the flight instructions were given and the pilot took off.
The mission. A new journey. Alone. I took a deep breath. Yeah I should only care about that.
It took approximately six and half hours to reach New York. Most of the time all I did was work. The pilot said that they have to take care of the plane and someone would wait for me outside the airport. As I went outside the airport dragging my luggage behind me I noticed a car. It was a black land rover defender.It was good but not as good as my car. As I was staring at it I felt someone coming from behind me and I felt my self defense kick in as I turned and punched him in the nose as I heard the crack. My reflexes are good.It was sebastian. One of my asshole brothers. I don't know if they remember me but I remember them all. I remember them playing and teasing me when I was small at the same time I remember them leaving me whe
As soon as we reached the house, I observed Sebastian observing me to see any reactions from my face. The house looked more like a mansion. After every answer I said to him, he looks angry. Hating me. Well bro, that's what I want anyway.He doesn't know anything about me. Though I wanted him to hate me I sometimes question why they are judging me when they don't even know me fully. It's wrong to judge someone without actually knowing them. How would he feel if I judged him?. I accepted all these judgements and never cared about it but still there is some unknown sadness when people do that.I shook those thoughts away as I entered the house.The hou
I made my way downstairs to the kitchen where all the others were already sitting while the dinner was unserved. I am not afraid but I fear they would send me away. I don't fear about my life but about the mission.I saw all my brothers seated at the dining table. As my eyes went from one face to another not leaking a trace of emotion to Mason, my elder brother. I was hit by a sudden rush of emotions. I never saw these people until now since I was a toddler. I would have hugged them, and talked to them about everything that would have happened if they took me when I was fourteen years older. But at that thought, my emotions have dried away and my determination strengthened."Mason," I said as my voice was devoid of every emotion that was going on in me. But, not only me, Mason was not any less either because before all of it went away, I could see the surprise in his eyes, his eyes went blank and his face was not showing a trace of emotion just like mine. But he
After I sat beside my twin, everyone started eating. I just served myself a little bit of salad while all the others are eating as if they never ate. Except for mason who too was eating salad like me. And especially Noah and Liam who were eating like pigs. But I wouldn't judge them, I used to eat just like that. "Why don't you say a little bit about yourself ?" James said. As soon as he said all the attention was on me. Okay...... What should I say? The past that makes them run away from me and look at me with disgust or the present that I am eating or the future that I have no idea but the possibility that I would be six feet under the ground in one more month? What should I say? "I have nothing to say. " I said stiffly. Olivia scoffed and glared back. I just ignored her and again started eating while all were staring at me while Noah and Liam were both staring and eating. " I think you have to eat before your food cools down. Otherwise, iner
As soon as I ate Liam and Noah started trying to drag me around the house. The keyword is trying. But as soon as I started glaring at them they gulped down in fear and started walking and speaking like how normal human beings are supposed to be. If not for the human body I would have thought they were animals and will probably be putting them in a jungle for the sake of humans. Literally. Ethan tagged along with us. I could see that he wanted to speak like how twins were supposed to speak. I do want to. But it is much better like this. I don't want us to be so close, because the first reason is they are looking and it wouldn't be good for them. Secondly, if I do get close I don't think I could go away. There is not much time left for me anyway. Even if I do get close……….. But I couldn't............ because of them. I couldn't save him because of them......... I shook away those thoughts before the darkness would spread in my entire heart makin
As the sun rises, the rays enter through the window making shadows of the objects that are coming in its way.Soon it reached me and gave me the strength to start a new day.But even if there is a strength I don't feel it break through my shields.Even though there is the strength it is for the robotic actions that I have to do.Because as I thought, these rays couldn't penetrate through the shields I built. Instead, it reflects my surface on the mirror that is in front of me.The girl in front of me is broken. Her eyes looked lifeless. Blank. Her face is emotionless, ready to fight everything that comes in her way.I want to die...... but I promised him. She is just breathing not living. He asked me to live happily but didn't he know that I am lifeless...... Didn't he know that I am nothing without him.Before I could think anything further there wa
Art.The blending of colors showing those true emotions which we couldn't comprehend normally. Those colors may be light or dark but it always shows me the emotions. It always shows deep pain which is hidden in plain sight. A true artist is a person, who doesn't blend the colors but the emotions. Him/ her shoes the nature beyond imagination. Not only the perspective must be different but also the spirituality that is present in this nature. And a person who has a gift to show those is a real, true artist.Art is something I deeply admire but suck at doing it. I do love art. Art is something I invested myself in from my childhood. But when the frustration, sadness, and anger overwhelms me the first thing that comes to my mind is music. Music which might be nature, metallic band, or anything genre it speaks to me. Some people might think of it as crazy but the truth is you could only understand the true art behind music when you are truly in t
I ran to my room and rummaged through my closet for professional clothing and finally found decent looking clothes. But I didn't have time.This white skirt and pink shirt is good enough for now. Applying a little lip balm and a light mascara to look decent enough I curled my hair at the ends. I have kept rules that all my employees have to wear professional clothing and it is must and should rule. But I really regret that right now. I believe that during work time, we should mostly focus on work and giving small regulations to your work dress code and ethics is not bad.Fifteen minutes. It took me fifteen minutes to get ready . I ran to the living room to see all my brothers standing like they stayed with unnecessary expressions that I could give a care about right now. I didn't even give a glance at them. Instead I took my high heels and wore them and then took out my purse. Just in case I need it. I looked at Ethan to see hi