Step Brothers Novel – “I’m Damien, welcome to your new home.” “Lucifer, 20.” The next one had blond hair and green eyes, “Stephan, 19.” “Elias, 18.” “Lorenzo,” a boy spoke and he pointed towards the same looking boy, “is my twin, Vincenzo and we both are 16.” “Ryder, 15.” The boy with the glasses said. And lastly I turned towards the other two boys who looked identical. “Zane and Shane, we’re 14.” They are both my stepbrothers.
Elena’s pov My soul cried. Hours had passed by leaving me in the very same position. Bells rang but I felt paralyzed. Finally opening my eyes, I looked around, the sunlight was dim, it was probably evening. I tried to lift my hand up from the table without looking at it, but I couldn’t, it was numb and cold. Taking a breath, I looked at my hand. It was in a weird shape. Purple and blue bruises lingered upon my skin. My hand was swelling up. Yellowish knuckles and greenish nails. It was definitely infected like my other bruises. They had smashed the hammer until my fingers were broken.
Almost ten times or maybe more. The condition of my hand was bad. Infact very bad. Slowly lifting my hand up with the help of my other hand I walked towards my backpack. A thought flashed through my mind, “What did I ever do to deserve this?” Walking inside the house, I couldn’t even call this home. It was a torture cell more than a home. Throwing my backpack on the floor, I went inside the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Grabbing a piece of cloth I slowly wiped off the blood that had now dried up.
Stitching up the wound without the disinfectant was always a torture. Placing the cloth between my teeth, I started stitch up my skin. Sweat dripped down my forehead. My heart thumped against my chest in a painful way but I had to endure it, like always. Several moments later I was done dressing up my whole hand. My hand was wiggly. I was pretty sure my hand was broken and my fingers were dislocated. Sighing, I went back towards the bed and plopped myself down and closed my eyes. I heard the front door of the house open.
It was my mother probably. Soon enough the door to my room opened and I saw her standing in an elegant sunflower dress which landed on her knees. Her hair was tied in low bun with free strands falling on her face. She was beautiful but I wasn’t. “Pack your bags, we’re leaving.” Her tone flat with no sense of care and with that she left. For a minute I thought she would bend our broken relationship back but I was wrong every time. Maybe I was really unwanted. Maybe I was the biggest mistake in everyone’s life. Infact I was.
My reflection starred back at me, grinning. For once I tried to look pretty but I knew I was no where close to looking pretty. My flat chest made my stomach look fatter. My thighs looked even more fat than before. I had to loose weight. I was a mistake to my own mother. Mothers who are supposed to love you and care for you. But mine was nothing like that. She was never there for me. She never pecked me when I cried. She never hugged me when kids bullied me. My mother never cared about me, she was never home to raise me up, instead she brought a nanny for me who was a guy and was alcoholic.
She was never there when I cried for help. Why? because of me, her parents disowned her. Her boyfriend also known as my father left her when he found about her early teen pregnancy. Teen pregnancy was never in their plan. She skipped college and was considered a mistake back than. And now I was one. Shaking my head, I looked back in my eyes once again. They were empty. No love, no care and not even happiness resided in them. People at my age were happy but me? I was just a living soulless doll. “Be quick.” Her loud voice rang in the house. Sighing for the hundredth time, I tore my eyes away from the ugly fat body. As I entered the living room, she was now dressed up in a new red velvet gown.
She was definitely the most beautiful women in her teens. People would have been so jealous of my father. She looked at me, her eyes scanning my outfit with distaste. “Never wear dresses again, it makes you look even fatter.” With that she went out towards the car. Ignoring the lump that had formed in my throat, I went outside towards her brand new car. I never knew she had this car. The crazy part is I never knew what she was like. I never had any kind of interaction with her. Sitting in the car, she started the escalator and we left the house, I called torture. “Uh, where are we going?” I whispered, hoping she would answer but as always she ignored me and started typing on her phone with one hand. I looked away and leaned my head on the window. My eyes followed the trees that went by and soon a board appeared on the side stating Los Angeles.
We were far away from the place where I lived. Hours passed by and we stopped infront of a black steel gate. The gates opened and we stopped infront of a huge mansion which was straight made out of glass. She turned towards me and said, “This is going to be my new home so behave.” I just starred back at her with no emotions within my eyes. I nodded. She had found herself a new man and she didn’t even tell me. Getting out of the car, I saw a boy running toward her spreaded arms so she could engulf him. “I’ve missed you so much honey.” She smiled and placed a peck on his head. I quietly stood and starred at there interaction. A wave of jealousy flashed within my veins. I wanted my mother to peck and hug me like that but I could only dream about it.
“I’ve missed you too mom.” The boy replied “Where are the others? They knew that I would be shifting today.” She said with a teasing smile. He broke the hug and looked at my mom, a ghostly grin spreading on his face as he said, “they are kinda playing games and maybe forgot.” “How could they?” She said with a sad face. His body stilled as he eyes froze on me. “Who is that, mom?” She looked back at me and awkwardly said, “remember I told you I had a daughter but how can they forget?! I’ll scold them.” She brushed me off like I was no one. Looking down at my injury, I wrapped my other hand around it, so no one could suspect anything.
And even if they would they wouldn’t care. He looked at me one last time with a stern gaze and went inside with mother trailing beside him. I followed them and saw a huge poster hanging off the ceiling. ‘Welcome back, mom’ it said. I looked around and saw boys of different ages standing with huge smiles. Two of them were already hugging her. She laughed. Her angelic laugh which I never heard in my whole life. The throbbing in my heart came back. I felt numb. She had found herself a happy family in which I wasn’t included. I never was. A pair of eyes rested on me, his smile instantly vanished. The stern gaze came back just like the other boy who had seen me before. My breath hitched. His hazel orbs held hatred which was directed towards me. “Who is that?” He asked my mom and everyone stilled once again. They all momentarily glanced at me.
There once happy faces filled up with anger. Gripping the sleeve of my injured hand tightly, I exhaled a deep breath. “I had a daughter remember? She is Elena.” My mom said, brushing me off once again. My empty eyes lingered on my mothers face who immediately looked away and ran in the arms of a new man who was standing at the end of the stairs with a huge smile. He was indeed handsome. Raven colored hair and dark green eyes. He was tall just like all the boys who were here. He hugged her back and place a longing peck on her head. “Welcome back beautiful.” He said making her smile. They both broke the hug and came towards the boys with they’re hands intertwined. They started conversing with each other leaving me behind in the shadows. They never acknowledged me. As the man saw me, a hurt flashed through his face.
His eyes insanely distant. It felt as if he had remembered someone close to him. Turning around, he took small steps until he stood right infront of me. My lips tried to twitch into a smile but I couldn’t since I had never smiled. I didn’t knew how to. Infact I had never heard my very own laugh. A small smile emerged on his face as he said, “I’m Damien, welcome to your new home.” I nodded, “I’m Elena and thankyou.” The smile didn’t vanish away and he turned towards the boys telling them to introduce themselves. The hazel eyed boy looked at me with those dark eyes, “Lucifer, 20.” The next one had blond hair and green eyes, “Stephan, 19.”
They weren’t fond of introductions. Next one had tattoos all over his skin that made him look scary, his deep blue eyes held immense hatred and the darkness around him told me to stay away. “Elias, 18.” “Lorenzo,” a boy spoke and he pointed towards the same looking boy, “is my twin, Vincenzo and we both are 16.” “Ryder, 15.” The boy with the glasses said. And lastly I turned towards the other two boys who looked identical. “Zane and Shane, we’re 14.” I don’t know what life will be like in the future. Will they be like their mother? Who knows.