Unwanted

2

Pushing the doors open to the halls, everyone immediately quiets down. The sea of students part as I walk along the hall. Everyone tries their hardest to stay as far away from me as possible.

      If you're wondering why people do this, it's because I'm the 'bad girl' of the school. It's true though. Everyone is too scared to do anything, because they know I'll find out one way or another and no one wants to deal with my wrath.

      I stop walking when I hear some boys whistling. Everyone gasp at this.

      "I heard we got new kids coming today?" I ask, more as a statement than a question. The students nod their heads.

      Turning around, I see a group of snobby rich boys smirking. I motioned with my hand for them to come closer.

      For a second their smirk falters and I could tell they were unsure, but they obey nonetheless. Walking towards me they stop a few feet. I take the last few feet. Standing head to head, with who I think is the 'leader' of the group.

      His eyes are filled with lust, as he eyes my body. It took all my strength to not roll my eyes. Leaning up I whisper in his ear. Pulling back his smirk fell and his skin visibly paled.

       Smirking I continue to walk to my class.

       I kick the door open to my English class, the teacher was about to lecture me, till she saw it was me she went back to the lesson.

      I walk to the back of the class and sit down. I put my earphones in and play 'paralysed' by NF. Everyone was looking at me but, one glare from me and they all shudder and got back to work.

      I was about to fall asleep when I was called up to the office. "Miss Alice and Grace William, please make your way to the office with your bag please. Thank you."

      What? I swear I didn't do anything this time or maybe he found out about the kid on Monday. But that was last week? And why was Grace called to the office?

      I stand up and walk out the class, since I never take my bag off I already had it. Walking to the office, I salute when I pass Miss Lily at the desk, getting a small smile in return. Me and Miss Lily are like best friends with how often I'm here.

      Walking straight in not bothering to nock. I see Grace is already here and Tom (are principle but I just call him Tom even though he hates it) is giving me 'are you serious right now' look. I just shug my shoulders and claim my seat. And I mean it, it's actually my seat, I even have my name on it!

      I noticed men in the corner but I ignore them.

      "Whatever it is you think I did, I promise it wasn't me! I haven't gotten a fight since ... I can't actually remember but it wasn't me!" I defend myself. Tom chuckles at my little rant of me trying to defend myself.

      "Don't worry Alice, your not in trouble today." Tom says with amusement. "I- Wait, What! I'm not in trouble!" I ask in disbelief and fake disappointment. "But then that means I'm not going to be annoying Jerry at detention! That's sad." I wipe a fake tear away and just so you know Jerry is the worst teacher. EVER!

       My twin, Grace, looks at me like I have grown two heads. I just shrug her off.

       "Girls I'm sorry, but your parents have died in a car accident. A truck hit their car and they passed on impact late last night. I'm sorry for your loss." Tom says with sympathy. When he finishes Grace is full on crying and sobbing mess while, I'm trying to stifle my laughing.

      What? They were shit people and treated me like shit! They don't get the pleasure of being called my parents. Though they were amazing with Grace. Grace doesn't know about the abuse though and I'm not going to ruin her image of them.

      I grab Grace under her arms and bring her over to me. Sitting her down on my lap I hug her. She wraps her arms around my neck with her head on the crook of my neck.

      "Where will we be going? Foster care?" I ask, still comforting Grace. I swear I saw a flash of hurt in the mens eyes, that are still in the corner.

      "No, you will be going to live with your brothers and father." Tom explained, seeming uncomfortable with how relax I am with this situation.

I tense up at the use of 'brothers and 'father'. As far as I know they left us with that bitch and I sure as hell won't be treating them as such. Mother always said that it was my fault they left. My fault she lost the love of her life. And I, once again, believed her. For years she drilled this in my head and it's now my truth even if it wasn't, it is now.

"How many ... brothers, do I have?" I question, struggling to even say the word brother like it brought me pain. And it did ... kinda.

"6"

      Graces head snapped up at that, tears still silently falling. I study Toms face for any sort of lie and that I would wake up from this dream. But ... I come short. This is not a dream, this is reality.

      I look down at Graces, to find her already looking at me. I can't leave her. Not now, not ever.

      Taking a breath in I ask, "would you, like to go with ... our family? I could get us out if this if you didn't want to?" I ask, though my heart aches to just say no and run, I can't.

      Everyone looks taken back by my soft tone, and the fact that I'm not making the decision, that I'm asking someone else too. Graces eyes widen but quickly it turns into a frown, as she looks deep in thought.

      She looks back up at me before taking a deep sigh. "I— I want t— to see them?" She's questions. "I want to see them." This time she say more firm.

      I can tell she does and for her, I will stay. I nod my head.

      "We'll go" I say to Tom in my usual tone, unlike the soft one I use for Grace moments go. Tom looks relieved almost, like he expected me to put the whole school on fire ... but you know that does seem lik—

      "Well great because they're already here!" Tom exclaimed, as if knowing what I was thinking, pointing over to the men in the corner. I turn around to the group of men in the corner.

I could see the similarities with us now that I'm actually looking at them. We all had tan skin, brown eyes and brown hair. They all were fairly muscular, you could tell they work out. But what stand out to me the most was the tattoo poking out from the suits on there neck. It was—

No.

The tattoo was a snake and a rose. The snake was wrapped around the rose. The only people that have that tattoo is ... is the Italian Mafia.

      But it wasn't just the tattoo. They were the men from the club.

Oh, shit.