When 9 year old Gaia was accused of killing her stepmother
her father immediately sends her away not wanting to have a monster as a daughter
her brothers didnt back her up, they agreed on sending her away so did her stepsister
now 10 years later...
I finish the look off with some nude lip gloss and some men's cologne, why? Because it smells better.
I take my baggage and walk to my garage and throw my bags into the backseat of my car–which is really my trunk–and get into the drivers seat
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From here to the private strip is probably 40 minutes which sould only take me 20 considering how I drive.
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Landing in LA I'm welcomed by the bright sun The flight was about 15 hours, it was tiring to be honest even thought I mostly caught up on some sleep and paperwork knowing I won't have much time to do it when it get into the whore house where prostitutes and manwhores live.
Getting in my car I type in the directions to their house and start my 1 hour drive.
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Damn it hasn't changed a bit
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Well it has actually the grass is ugly the windows are dirty, I can see red lights coming out of one room but like I said prostitutes and manwhores.
I sigh and exit my car and grab my baggage
I knock on the door to be greated by Maria, she was a second mother figure to me growing up she was the only one who believed that I didnt kill Bianca
"Aw my baby is all grown" she coos as sue pinches my cheeks
Maria is now in her mid 50s who can still pass off as 30, she was born in Spain and moved her when she was a teenager with her mother who got a job working for my grandfather
Maria decided to then start babysitting my father because she was 10 years or so older than him. Long story short she ended up becoming a nanny/maid
"Hi mama" I say with a genuine smile
"I missed you child porque diablos no me llamaste?!" She spoke in rapid spanish (Why the hell didn't you call me)
"I'm sorry I really wanted to but I've been busy with the company" I explain hoping she wont hit me
"That is no excuse I expect at least 6 calls a week" she says as she taps her foot on the ground while she crosses her arms
"I promise I will just dont hit me" I desperately beg
Shes 5'5 which is pretty short compared to my 5'9 figure but dont underestimate her she hits hard
"Child you act like I'm abusive now get inside before you let the bugs in" she glares. Shes deathly afraid of bugs I dont blame her I could scoop someone's insides out and watch them eat it and it wouldn't bother me but put a bug in front of me and I will fucking run.
I walk inside the house following Maria to the kitchen
"Wheres the Biologicals?" I curiously ask
"Well your father and new stepmom are in the Bahamas while all your brothers except Atlas are out doing god knows what" she tiredly sighs
Wait so my Father called me to come home while he was in the motherfuckin' Bahamas
Typical jackass
"Is Atlas's room in the same place?"
She nods and kisses my head–to which I had to bend down for–and bids me goodbye so she can continue making dinner
I walk into familiar room that's now filled with paintings and photography photos and a mini fridge? Damn
I knock of the open door and wait for a response
"Come in" damn puberty hit him hard
Shit this is awkward what the hell do I say
'Hey remember me? Your sister who was accused of murdering your now deceased stepmother? Yeah well I'm back and now I'm an actual murderer.'
Yeah I probably shouldn't say that...
"Hey?" I manage to squeak out
Hey? That's all you could say... Dry
"I'm sorry who are you?" He asks confused
Damn that hurt
"Your sister? You know the one that killed the witch" okay maybe I shouldn't start saying I murdered her
"Gaia? Your alive?" He asks shock
Alive... boy what the hell are you talking about
"I think so? Why would I be dead?" I question
"Dad said you died" he shortly explains
"Oh umm well I'm not I guess" shit I'm awkward
"I like your paintings" I softly say after a couple minutes of awkward silence
"Thanks I made them well I painted them which is really fun I recently sold one of my paintings to an art gallery" damn at 14 I was trying to kill myself
"Well shit kid that's amazing, your great at painting" I exclaim
His cheeks turn a soft pink which makes me internally Coo at how cute he is
"Thanks I could teach you a I-I mean if you want to learn" this is why hes my favorite brother
"I'd love to Αδελφός" I smile (Brother)
"IM HOMEEE" a squeaky high pitched voice yells throughout the house
Well if it isn't the prostitute This is going to be fun.
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So I decided to start another book why? Because my insomnia keeps me up at night and I have nothing better to do.
I wanted to make another book but with a different concept you know Anyways thanks for reading!
