These kind of jokes and riddles continue the rest of the ride.
It's an hour ride.
AN HOUR!
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We walk into the hospital, me being literally almost dragged in.
"I don't want to go" I mutter.
"You don't have a choice." Vincenzo grumbles.
"I do, if I don't want to go them I don't want to go" I tell him as I stop walking.
He doesn't even look at me, when he harshly grabs me by my upper arm.
Cuts and bruises already lay there.
I hiss in pain and get out of his hold quickly.
He raises his arm and I flinch
I jerk away from him, tripping over my feet and I fall in the process.
I breathe heavily as I stay there silent.
The tears that gathered in my eyes stay there as I don't let them fall.
Guilt fills his eyes with some pain mixed in them but as he tries to approach me, I step back.
Don't hurt me please
He sort of nods his head then walks towards the entrance again but not before telling me to follow.
Atlas looks at me worriedly, he gently takes his hand out of his pockets and slowly comes near me, trying not to scare me.
I look at him warily.
"Can I touch you?" He asks
I don't answer him, I just look at him.
He slowly reaches out his hand and after a few seconds of hesitation, I take it.
He helps me up on my feet before we slowly start to walk to the entrance.
"Don't be scared of him Ena. He loves you a lot, we all do even if he just shows it differently. He's worried" He says softly.
I don't talk and stay silent.
I look at him weirdly.
"Why are you so nice to me" I ask him, my voice slightly breaking so I tear my eyes away and look everywhere but at him.
It just slipped out of my mouth.
I don't....
No one is ever nice to me willingly.
My mafia men have respect for me
People at school were not nice to me.
They'd avoid me.
John and my mom weren't nice to me either nor were the teacher at school.
No one was or is nice to me except for him and Ares.
So why is Atlas being so nice.
I so badly feel like I don't deserve it.
I really don't.
I'm not good enough for people.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Atlas' face turn into a pained one.
As if it actually physically hurts him to see me like this- to hear those words leave my lips.
I stop myself from wanting to start crying.
God why am I so sensitive
I take a deep breath to calm myself down.
Atlas pulls me closer to him while making sure not to scare me.
I tense but relax after a few seconds.
I rest my head on his shoulder as his arm wraps around my shoulder.
He's taller than me
Like a lot taller.
All my brothers are.
Without food you don't grown as you're supposed to.
"Because you're my twin and I love you" Atlas answers me.
I close my eyes.
You can't love me, I want to say but I don't.
I let it be and once again don't answer him.
We walk inside the hospital and I immediately tense again.
They can't find out
They can't find out
They really can't
Atlas and I walk further to eventually the waiting room.
I sit down in a chair as my leg bounces heavily.
They can't find out
They can't find out
They can't find out
I keep repeating it in my head as my nerves only grow.
I don't know how long passes but eventually a doctor walks in the room.
"Athena Rossi?" He says.
I still even my leg.
I take a shaky breath.
My brothers all stand up, they wait for me.
I don't want to.
I really don't
I look at Atlas- the only one who I'm sort of starting to trust.
I like him I guess, I'm still deciding whether that's a good thing or not.
He smiles gently and nods his head, as if telling me that it'll be okay.
I stand up slowly and start limping behind the doctor and my brothers.
My heart is going like I'd just ran a marathon.
My legs start to feel weak as my nerves only keep growing.
I ignore it and continue limping behind them all.
The doctor goes way too fast and I can't keep up with him as he makes his way over to the examination room.
I go faster as my wounds hurt more and more.
I bite my tong harshly as more pain enters the chat.
A loud crack suddenly sounds from at my ankle as an overwhelming feeling of pain hits me.
I steady myself against the wall to keep me from falling down on my face.
I take all the pressure off of my ankle and shift it to the other.
A small whimper leaves my lips and I reach down to my ankle.
I grab it harshly when I feel that my bone moved.
In one swift motion I jab the bone back in place and it takes everything in me not to scream out in pain.
Another crack sounds but I know my bone is in the right place again.
If I'd put any pressure on my ankle before when my bone moved, my bone would have most likely popped out of my ankle because of the pressure on it when it's not standing in anything- it would have punctured my skin.
I sink down to the floor and take a few deep breaths so I'm focusing on something else than the pain.
I swallow deeply after a few seconds and stand back up.
Atlas who apparently saw me do this all, grabs me by the hip close to him so I'm not putting any pressure on the pained ankle, then we walk further.
Let's just hope they won't see any of the other bruises.