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L E O N I D

I lost it again. . .

I tried to control it, I really did, or at least to learn how to, but I just couldn't. The only way to calm myself down was Al, but I didn't want her to get hurt due to my extreme aggressiveness. I hurt her a lot already and everytime when I calmed down, I was overwhelmed with guilt and regret.

After we moved away from her, mine and Max's anger issues got a lot worse. I even sliced someone's throat when we were trying to torture them once, because he said something about Alaska and that triggered an attack.

I call them attacks, because that's pretty much what I do when I lose control. I attack people and hurt them without stopping. I cannot control it and sometimes I can't even remember what I did. I once went to a therapist, but he said it's just due to stress and with some pills it should calm down.

It never did, though.

The kiss in the cafeteria was the first time that Al kissed me to calm me down. It surprisingly helped. The sudden action from her had caused me to stop what I was doing and to focus on her, which was what calmed me down, I guess.

Anyway, after school today, me and Max had to do some mafia related stuff. Well, we found out about some dirty business, in form of killing innocent, from a rather small, but dangerous gang, and we had to take care of it. Al wanted to come along, but she had to stay back a little, because of her annoying brothers. They couldn't know who we were, so we had to be careful around them.

If only we hadn't left her alone.

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A L A S K A

I walked down the street to the mansion and sighed as I slipped through the front door. Theodore and Mila, my sperm donor and stepmother, went on a business trip yesterday with some of the older brothers, so I was left alone with only the youngest of my so-called brothers.

When I walked up the stairs, I noticed how unusually quiet it was, way too quiet. Then I remembered, that the twins and Phoenix had a football game and Enzo and Leonardo had detention.

I plopped down on my bed and kicked my shoes across the room, before I changed into some sweatpants. I wish I could've gone with Max and Leo, I wanted to blow something up so badly. I pushed my wishful thoughts away, put my earbuds in and listened to some music.

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(TW: There is a scene with mention of rape ahead. And also kinda a form of sexual assault. It isn't really rape though and there's also nothing too sexual. I just wanted to warn ya.)

I just finished my math homework when I heard some sound from downstairs. I checked the clock to see it was only 4 pm. The football game would end at 6pm and the detention at 4:30pm, so who was down there?

A shiver ran down my spine, when I remembered my birth giver's friends. I shook my head and silently creeped down the stairs on tiptoes. The crashing sounds became louder with each step I took towards the living room.

All of a sudden, it stopped. The deadly silence once again embraced the house. My heart was clawing against my ribcage, the sound of it filling my ears. I usually wouldn't be as scared when it comes to dangerous situations, but in this house there were so many memories of people who caused me a lot of pain and who could just appear and torture me again, that I was constantly on guard and my confidence was very low here.

When I approached the living room, I saw that nothing was out of the normal. It was all sill neat and modern-looking. Everything was in its right place; no glass shattered on the floor or objects lying around.

I relaxed a little bit, but I was still on guard. What was this all about? I clearly heard sounds down here. What happened? Did I hallucinate?

Suddenly I felt someone wrap their arms around me from behind and pressing one hand on my mouth. I screamed, but it came out as more of a muffled sound. I kicked my legs against the person and thankfully kicked their knee. He let go of me and fell to the ground, letting out a pained grunt. When I noticed who it was, I froze.

Enzo. (The 2nd youngest stepbrother)

What the hell? Why did he do that?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. That's not nice, you know Al? Come on stand up, dude." Leonardo walked inside the room and helped Enzo up.

"Don't call me that!" I growled. Nobody, I mean really nobody, is allowed to call me that except Leo and Max.

"Calm down there. Jesus, who got your panties in a twist? Anyway, let's have some fun, shall we guys?" As if on cue two of his friends came strutting into the room with evil smirks echted onto their faces. I frowned. What the hell?

"Yeah, I gotta go," I muttered and turned around, but before I could set a foot out of the living room, I was pushed against the wall. The guy's name was Ray, I think. He was some guy from the football team.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaky, when the guy pinned my arms on either side of me against the wall and leaned in. I tried to wiggle out of the grip or to kick him with my legs, but he pressed his body against my knees, so I couldn't move them.

As he leaned closer and closer, my heartbeat quickened. I felt a knot forming in my throat, preventing me from getting enough oxygen into my lungs, and my vision started getting clouded by tears, which welled up in my eyes.

This is something that I cannot protect myself from, at least not in this house. This has been something so traumatic for me, that no matter what I tried, in the end, it has become an anxiety. The memories of Harry came flooding back into my head.

His wicked grin. His dull eyes. His hands roaming my body. The hickeys and scars.

I felt disgusted with myself. I felt disgusted that I hadn't stopped him back then, that I was too weak. I felt disgusted that, no matter how often I took a shower, I still felt his hands on me.

I tried to swallow down the lump in my throat and to blink away the tears, without success though. When I snapped out of my daze, I found myself in the exact same situation. This Ray guy was still pinning me against the wall while my 'brothers' were just chuckling and snickering in the background like the great brothers they were.

Suddenly the sound of door bell echoed through the room and the guy loosened his grip on my arms. I took that as my opportunity and bid him. As soon as he let go of me, I pushed him away and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine, getting a groan in return. After that, I turned around and sprinted out of the house and pushed past the person, who rang the doorbell, like my life depended on it.

In some way, it did, because if I stayed there any longer, who knows what they would've done to me?

And I wanna call me one of the three most dangerous assassins in the underworld? I wanna call me one of 'The Mini Gang'?

(Which was by the way how Leo, Max and me preferred to our little gang.)

I was so pathetic, I couldn't even protect myself from this guy. What if it had happened again? What if the doorbell hadn't rang? What if-

Suddenly my phone vibrated in my pocket, whereupon I pulled it out. Glancing at it, I see Max's name shining brightly on my phone screen. He probably wanted to explain how it went.

"Hey," I mumbled quietly, not trusting my voice enough to talk any louder.

"Hey, ya know torturing those dimwits was so fun! They screamed like little girls while we played with the fire in front of them, although we didn't even burn them yet and-. . . Wait, are you crying?"

"N-no, I am fine. What else happened?"

"Oh yeah, we also cut off their fingers and put it on each other's hands and-. . Wait, don't change the topic. Are you crying? Who made you cry? Tell me their names, so I can kill them! Oh they will so die in the worst possible ways. There's this new torture toy and I'd love to-"

"Max!" I cried out when I couldn't hold it in anymore. The walls from the alleyway, that I was sitting in, were suffocating me, taking away my breath. But I couldn't find the power in me to stand up. I was a crying and hiccupping mess while Max tried to soothe me with some calming words, but I couldn't focus on his voice. The memories of what just happened and everything else that happened in that house rushed trough my mind.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Leo track her bracelet!"

"We will come сестренка!"
(Sis)
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Hey there, this was a chap full of drama and memories. I also wrote a little bit in Leonid's POV because someone asked me to do it, so yeah 😂

So, do you think she will ever be able to forgive her brothers for what they did to her?

Stay safe! Love ya!
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