Neliono
Yeah fuck.
Stupid coincidence.
Georgio could have just waited one second and wouldn't have heart Finlay calling Li "Sweetheart". Like I said, stupid coincidence and now we have to explain who he is. If I'm honest, I'm not ready to tell them about Finlay. Not because I'm ashamed. Gosh no. Finlay is the best which could have happened to me. I not only found in him the most loyal and supportive boyfriend ever, but even more a best friend for me and Li. They like each other a lot even if it doesn't seem this way sometimes.
But Finlay is private. He's my boyfriend and I don't feel the need to let any of our family members taking part in our private life.
Neliana
Georgio seems to see it otherwise. I don't know how - maybe they have something like a family emergency button because only 5 minutes later the whole family - except for the younger once who are probably still outside doing stupid things - was in the house again. You couldn't overhear them with their elephant steps. Really guys, no surprise your mafia suck in being unnoticed.
Unfortunately, their arrivement also meant for us that the ugly part is going to happen - and here we are now: standing in the middle of their living room, awkwardly. Nobody says something, they don't have to since you can formally see the steam come out of their ears.
If they stress so much about such a little thing, then our first big family event will be a burial because one of them got a heartattact. What will happen when they find out about us being the responsible for the loose of many teachers? Or breaking so many times in a police station for drinking a cola - the one there was really good btw - that they were just like "Hey, how r u doing?". Oops. But now jokes aside, I don't really understand why they care so much. Leave us alone like the past years. My social battery doesn't even have the chance to charge fully.
Especially Georgio and Massimo look like they break down in seconds. Alessandro, Ernesto, Riccardo and Angolo are surprisingly very calm which annoys the hell out of me again.
Seeing them frustrated is just so fulfilling.
Oh the uncles are missing. Great I don't need a reminder on how big our new family is.
"Take a set, please."
I open my mouth to talk back, but my twinny is faster.
"We prefer standing." Nic responds in cold voice and oh boy, he's pissed. Pray to god that they don't say anything inappropriate otherwise ... Nic is rarely piss, he's the calmer one from us but if, you could have a problem. A big one. And I also get kinda a flashback right? Weren't we in this position before after our first sneaking out?
Finlay is his private theme, he barely even talks about them with me. Of course, I know nevertheless the whole story - hell I'm his twin sister of course I know. Maybe, just maybe, I was so annoying that he spit somehow the tea. If we're honest, even a blind man could see that they are in love. It's nearly annoying but what can I do if he's happy with him? Nothing unfortunately.
I fully understand his decision that Finlay has absolute nothing to do with all the assholes here. If I have a boyfriend - which I obviously don't have, I'm a single Pringle and very proud of it - but even then I wouldn't tell them even the name.
"I need a drink otherwise I don't survive this conversation here." I blurt out and walk to the kitchen, everything to end this awkward silence. With new found entertainment in this hellhole, I walk with my glass full of water back to the scene, only to notice that nothing changed. Nic's still standing.
"What's in your glass!" Georgio screams at me and tries to snatch the glass out of my hand. I'm faster and just duck myself under his arm and walk to the side.
"Vodka yk? Because I'm the same alcoholic like y'all are." I state sarcastically, roll my eyes and sit myself down on the free couch while taking a sip. "Of course not. Just water. Come down from your throne or you'll get grey hair before Stefano gets his first grandchild."
'Ohhs' hall through the room from the younger creatures, the older once don't seem to like my joke - bad that I don't care.
"Watch your mouth, Neliana. Stefano is also your father. Call him that." Alessandro scolds me. I just shrug, don't plan on calling him this before my funeral. Only over my dead body, dude.
Nic sinks himself next to me and takes the glass out of my hand, making me pout. He smirks at me from the side but doesn't make effort to give the damn glass back. God he's so annoying.
"Du er en drittsekk, dette var MITT glass. Gå og skaff deg en, din jævla late rumpa!" (You're such an asshole, this was MY glass. Go and get yourself one, you fucking lazy ass!) I snatch it out of his hand with maybe a bit too much force since it actually bumped on his front teeth.
Oh fudge. My face literally went from chilling to shocking. I just signed my own crave.
He covers his mouth with one hand and leans a bit forward, trying to ease the pain.
"Å, DU DUM LILLE KLOTTET TISE! HVIS JEG FÅR DEG, VÅ GUD!" (OH YOU STUPID LITTLE CLUMSY BITCH! IF I GET YOU, DARE GOD!)
"I-I'M SOR- AHHHH!" He grabs after me but I'm faster and roll myself off the couch, stumble to my feet and run behind one of the other couches. But this beast doesn't make any effort in giving me mercy, in contrary Nic speeds up in my direction.
Shit! Shit! Shit! This asshole is running towards me ... great now I have again a monster on my feet.
"I'VE ALREADY SAID THAT I'M- I'- AHHH SORRY! HVA FAN VIL DU?!" (WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!)
Shit, he nearly got me.
Be the fuck faster, Li!
Is it strange that I talk to myself? It doesn't matter anymore, people already think I'm on to something. I also could hear chuckles coming from the living room.
"MIN FERDIGE HEVN, DU DARRE!" (MY EARNT REVENGE, YOU FOOL!)
I make some impressing turns, jump over chairs, ignore the scold - attempts but nothing helps to loose this scary ass also named Neliono, my twin brother, from following me.
We are already in big trouble so leaving the scene, doesn't make any chances in getting away easily with all this anymore. What counts now is not to get caught from this animalistic monster behind myself - and I know what I'm talking about. I've already experienced it too much, no need for it now.
So I head to the floor, turn around the counter and- "AHH!"
"AHHHH!"
"STOP NIC! STOP THE FUCK- oh boy!" I huff in annoyingness since not only did I land on the floor after bumping into nobody else than our father Stefano.
"Great." I sigh, laying on the floor like a platt flounder, because Nic is literally on me.
"Mhm." Nic replies without making any moves to stand the fuck up.
"Very comfy, isn't it?" My sentence formally drips with sarcastic which this dude of course doesn't notice.
"Mhm."
"The floor is even warm and I definitely don't feel like all my bones break."
"Mhm."
I'm literally internally screaming at him for not understanding what I want from him. Suprisingly the other person who is present here, jumps in.
"Ragazzino Lio, I think you should pay more attention in English class, especially by lessons which include stylistic devices from the area of lexis if you don't understand the irony in her sentences." Stefano chuckles as he leans himself against the doorframe, which leads to the living room, and looks at us with a smile on his face.
"Oh"
Yeah.
That's the only thing Nic has to say. No apologize, no please. Nothing.
I don't hesitate one more second to rise to my feet groaning as soon as he's up.
"OH THANKS LORD, you're awesome Stefano. And you, Nic,-" I point at him with a raised eyebrow. "I should've thrown u out of the window as I had the chance to."
While waking back in the living room, I give him a slap on his neck.
"Aua, idiot."
"Ikke spill uskyldig, hvalross. You're heavy as fuck." (Don't play innocent, walrus.)
"All muscles." He doesn't smirk obviously since we're again surrounded by our family, but I could see his stupid smile through his eyes though.
"You'd wish for." I huff quietly in responds because Riccardo comes directly to me. Shit please not now when Nic just let me alone and sits already on the couch without me. Riccardo raises his hand probably to check my face for injuries. I couldn't help but flinch at his movements. Old habits just don't disappear by a change of location - and I curse at myself.
He isn't like him. He wouldn't slap you.
His eyes hold now not only concern, even more sceptic and confusion, which doesn't improve my raising anxiety. Too similar with HIS looks.
The once so calm free mood is replaced with something anxious. Something that I definitely don't like, but can't help in changing it.
There're a few seconds silence between us. He, looking at me insanely - likely trying to figure me out. Good luck then, don't mind telling me if you solve my case. I already gave up. And I just shift under his gaze. How I hate physical contact and social interacting. This scenes just shows again that I'm not brave, not strong and also not grown up. Even if I act most of this time this way. I'm just some broken fourteen years old girl who slipped somehow in all this dark scene.
U know? Sometimes I ask myself where I would stand if we didn't experience the cruelty of life at such a young age, if we grew up here, between so many damn brothers and a big family. Would we be different? Would I be better than myself at the moment? Not so broken and dependent of my twin Nic. Like at the moment. I'm weak without him. Flinching at the slightest movements and anxious because of the littlest actions. Even if he's the only reason why I haven't loosen my happy side completely. But reality catches yourself up each time - like now.
Riccardo's voice brings me out of my own thoughts and I realize, I've just zoned out.
"You okay?"
He brings both of his hand out again and lays them on my shoulders also I flinched back.
Hands on my body.
Man hands.
Oll over me.
I remember him asking me a question, I just nod because at the moment I'm on the edge of having a panic attack and my voice would be barely a whisper. My body is even more shaking now and he doesn't seem to calm down again.
I try to shrug his hands away.
Too many people- too many men in a too tight space.
My breathing hitches up, my version gets buzzy. Riccardo's hands are still on me- Or are they HIS?
I'm brain is spinning, flashbacks get mixed with the reality.
Oh no- oh no no no. Not now.
They can't see me in such a vulnerable state.
Defend yourself, my voice tells me. Fight! But my body isn't reacting, even more frozen and still.
"Neliana?" A voice, sounding so far away but at the same time so near, repeats my name. "Piccola Lia? Lia?! Hey, hey, hey!" Hands are touching my face again and that's it for me. My panic attack takes over me.
Little four year old girl playing at the dinging table in the evening with two little playmobil figures, she found yesterday in front of the neighbor's house for free. She was happy since a long time and didn't notice a figure standing at the doorframe, observing the girl with a mix of anger and lust in the eyes.
"Are you having fun, little doll?" The mystery person came out of the dark and revealed to be a man.
"Ywes!" She replied happily and hold them out proudly.
The man looked at them intensely. "Where did you find them, doll?"
"In fwont of thwe neighbows' house."
Suddenly something seemed to click in his mind and he grabbed the two figures aggressively all of sudden out of her hands, making her flinch back in angst. He was in a furry now, smashing their heads of, pulling their arms and legs out and stepping one them till only little pieces were laying on the ground. The girl watched the scene in honor, tears built up in her eyes and she cried wildly.
The man's hand reached out to grab her hair with such a force that she lets out a short scream.
"YOU'VE ALREADY BROKE THREE RULES?! LEAVING THE HOUSE AL0NE, COMING OUT OF YOUR ROOM WITHOUT PERMISSION-"
"I-I w-was t-thiwsty-y" She interrupted him quietly, hoping that this fire and anger would disappear out of his eyes. He was even more furious by now and seemed to have lost all the control over him, like a few times before since the girl and her two brothers have lived with him, but not in such an extent. Without thinking he pushed her down from the chair and kick3e in her stomach, she cried and cried. Hoping he would stop and change his mind.
"WHO GAVE YOU, PATHIC THING, THE PERMISSION TO SPEAK?!"
She covered her mouth with her tiny little hands, because she's afraid that her sobs will make him even angrier.
"I think we should go over the rules again." The man pulled her up by her hair, unbuckled his belt and smirked down at the little, from fear shaking girl. All of sudden a sharp pain landed on her back, making her loose the balance, but the hand in her hair letting her stand.
"ONE, FOR GOING OUT ALONE!"
"TWO, FOR LEAVING THE ROOM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!"
Another sharp pain went through her whole body.
"THREE, FOR TALKING BACK!"
By now, she was a shaking mess, barely able to stand the pain. Her small body wasn't strong enough to handle such things.
"AND FOUR, FOR PLAYING! YOU'RE TOO OLD FOR THAT SHIT!"
The last slap made her nearly unconscious. The pain was too much to handle, she felt like dying. - or at least that's what it has to feel like, she thought to herself. Little did the girl know back then: It gets always worse.
"YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH?!"
She tried to say something, but the fear, she was feeling, was too much.
"WORDS, UNGRATEFUL DOLL!"
"Y-yews-s m-mastew-w." She shuttered out somehow, and swore to herself before passing out to never touch a playmobil figure again.
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Sorry for the long pause. I have to do a lot for school at the moment and on the weekends I have competitions. Nevertheless, I will try to rework a bit more chapter in the next days/weeks :)
Thanks for so much support,
FinLu🦜