STEPBROTHERS

Elena’s Pov;Pain?The word wasn’t new for me.Infact my whole life I’ve tried to be alright but as there is a saying that, “the time passed will always be remembered even if you don't look back.”Oh how rude of me, let me explain.I’m Elena Smith, a youngster who is 12 years old and a fucking mess. And this is going to be my story tale.Back to where we were. So ever endured pain? Ever felt the need to die? I bet not.*Heading to my school, earphones dangling around my neck, my hands gripping my backpacks straps tightly as I walked into the school, ‘Willow high’.People were royalty here. Basically they were all rich brats who always bullied the weaklings.“Well well, who we have here, the fatty and freak of the school.” Allison said, who was leaning on my locker with her minions, probably waiting for me.Oh you all must have guessed until now that I was the weakling. A hurray for me, yay.Sighing, I went towards my locker. She smirked at me, giving me the space to open up the loc

Elena’s pov;We were currently sitting on the couch as I felt there hard gazes drilling on my head. The painkillers were withering away letting the pain kick back in. My hand felt numb. I couldn’t move it. Even if I tried, I couldn’t. It hurted, a lot.“We both have a great news for you all-" His face turned towards my mother "-Maddie would you like to tell them?” She smiled sweetly at him and nodded. “So we are getting married this week on Friday and then we’ll go to a vacation for a week or maybe more.” She spoke, happiness dripping from her voice.Everyone clapped and congratulated the new couple. “Also boys, I want you all on your best behavior, alright?” He scolded, a hint of playfulness lurking in his voice as he looked at the young ones. “We’re always on our best behavior, dad.” Zane replied with a smug face, his voice deep and rough just like his father.“Also show Elena her new room.” Damien smiled at me. A series of grunts were heard in the living room, but soon after, one o

Elena’s pov;I’m drowning.I've always felt I was a broken girl when I was younger but as time passed I collected my broken pieces and tried to be stronger for myself.Right now, I dreaded the moment when I had to step out of the room and sit with the people I barely met including my mother. I never met the real her. Infact I never spoke to her.Releasing a sigh, I paced around the room. Stephan looked like he’ll kill me at any second.Gathering all of my courage I exited the room. It was now or never.My plan was to eat the breakfast quickly and go explore the city without telling anyone or maybe just write a note and leave it in my room if anyone asked about my whereabouts which I doubt someone will ask. Aren’t I a genius?Walking towards the table, I saw everyone seated. Some were on their phone while the others were gossiping. Mother wasn’t there. Where was she?My question was answered when she emerged from the kitchen. A bowl of salad within her hand. She placed it down and smi

3rd pov;There she layed still.No one bothered to check the poor soul who had been knocked out.Pain struck face.She shivered on the cold surface.Tear stained face. Droplets of water dribbled down her forehead.Her breathing heavy and slow.Several hours later, she gained her conscious back. Her energy had been drained out. It felt as if her limbs were dead. Her body still shaky from the panic attack she had.Lifting herself up slowly, she sat on the floor, her head hung low. The curtain of hair falling on her face.She blew a breath out.Getting up slowly with the help of the bed, she went towards the bathroom. Her reflection was sad just like her.‘No one helped me..’ her words rang in the silent atmosphere.’No one cared..”A sarcastic chuckle erupted from her.‘I am definitely loved aren’t I?’ She sarcastically spoke.Turning the tap on, she splashed some water on her face to get rid of the sweat. Her eyes bloodshot. A small red puffy nose. Her cheeks flushed. Her hair was a me

3rd pov;Silence invaded the room. Each passing minute seemed to pour the tension in each of their hearts.Elena sat on the chair next to the brown oak desk. Fidgeting with her hands in her lap, she couldn't relax. All she could think was he heard her. Saw her weakness which she had tried to bottle up.She heard shuffling in the corner of the room, looking up her eyes trailed towards Lucifer who was busy going through his medical things.Sighing, she bit her lip. Maybe I should go. She thought to herself.Hearing the footsteps coming close to her, her head tilted upwards to see him standing infront of her with some surgical gloves on.Lucifer grabbed a chair from behind the desk and sat infront her. Looking through his supplies he took out a pair of tweezers.His orbs settled on her and she gulped. “Stay still and if it hurts just tap my thigh, okay?” She nodded weakly.His eyes captivated her. They were a beautiful color. A color that brought happiness. A color that could keep you sa