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A L A S K A

As I weaved my way through the crowded airport, I scanned the room for the driver. His name was William. He was a very kind man and very patient with all of my 'brothers'.

His wife Maria was the head maid and he had two little twins. A girl and a boy, who had been still toddlers back then. I think they were around 10 years old now.

When I spotted him, the first thing I noticed were his hair. His once pitch black hair have turned into a light grey and his stubble has turned into a full grown beard. As he spotted me, his face didn't send me a warm smile like he once did. Instead, he sent me a slight glare but tried to cover it up with a blank face.

Maria and Annika were bestfriends since college, so of course she bawled her eyes out when my birth giver fell into a coma.

They, like everyone else, blamed me for everything, so I alreday expected him to not jump into my arms. But I didn't think he was still this mad after 5 freaking years. Jesus, they're throwing a tantrum over this motherfucking bitch, who is most probably even high in her after life. Or maybe she is in hell and is doing drugs there. Who knows.

Anyway, I made my way over to him with the same expression as his. A glint of shock was evident in his eyes as he saw my hard glare and cold expression.

I am not the stupid, naive little girl anymore, Willi.

I briefly nodded at him and put my luggage into the trunk of the car, before I got into the passenger seat. I tugged my earbuds in and played the song 'So alone' by SikWorld.

(A/n: I will most probably put some of the songs I listen to into my stories. The songs are mostly ones, that kinda relate to the story or one of the characters. This song is up above)

I didn't even try to make conversation with William, so I just listened to my music and got lost in my thoughts.

After a while, we eventually pulled into the driveway of the mansion, that I once called my home. It still looked the same: a beige facade, white windows with flowerpots underneath them, huge doors and the bushes in front of the broad way, that was leading to the entrance of the mansion.

I sighed and got out of the car, slamming the door shut out of frustration and anger. I was a person, who bottled up emotions inside of me. I didn't show them, until I exploded, whether that was crying until there were no tears left or punching something until my knuckles were bloody.

I grabbed my luggage out of the trunk and made my way to the big double doors.

I didn't wanna go in there, since I knew exactly what I would get there. Cold glares, blank expressions and insults. Insults for something I never even did, may I add.

When I approached the door, I raised my hand and rang the doorbell. It boomed trough the whole house and I could feel the vibrations at my fingers, since they still didn't leave the doorbell.

I heard some yelling and shouting from inside. After a few moments, someone opened the door and looked at me with a huge grin, but as soon as they laid eyes upon me, it disappeared and turned into a hard glare.

"It's nobody!" Flynn yelled and slammed the door into my face. He was the third oldest, by the way.

When I was younger he would always chase me trough the house after I stole some cookies from him.

Never touch his cookies! He will kill you if you do.

Some tears welled up in my eyes, as a lump formed in my throat. I groaned in frustration that they still have this kind of effect on me. I hate them so much, but not only because of what they did, but also because they can tear my heart apart in a matter of seconds. I hate it with a burning passion, because they would never feel any kind of pain if I glared at them or insulted them.

After a couple of minutes the door was opened again.

This time it was a petite woman in her 50s'. She had brown curly hair, stunning blue eyes and the rosa dress she was wearing, complimented her curves perfectly. She looked gorgeous, to say the least.

"You must be Alaska. Hello Dear," she said in a sad tone.

I was shocked. First of all, what did a woman like her do here? Second, why does she talk to me with sympathy or pity or whatever? I thought nobody in this house was capable of showing, or feeling, anything different than hatred and disgust.

"Hello...?" I said unsurely. I didn't really know what to say or to do.

"Oh right, come in." She sent me a brief smile and gestured for me to follow her. I looked around the house, as we walked trough the long hallways. Nothing really changed except one wall, where once the pictures hung. The amount of frames decreased. They probably threw away all of the pictures of me, which were a lot.

After some more turns to the right, we walked up a set of stairs and passed all the doors of my older brothers' rooms.

We eventually stopped in front of a white door with my name engraved, and the woman, whose name I still didn't know, opened the door.

I walked in and took in my surroundings. It wasn't the pink and girly princess room anymore. There was a grey queen sized bed in one corner of the room and opposite to it was a small bookshelf and a desk with some necessities. Right next to the endtable of the bed was a huge window, which showed the view of the small forest behind the mansion.

There also was a bathroom and a walk-in closet. It was plain yet modern. I liked it, but I would have to put some paintings on the walls since they looked pretty empty, but that is just me being extra.

"Come down when you freshened up a little. We are awaiting some guests, so please wear something pretty," the woman stated, before she closed the door.

I fell onto my bed and kicked off my shoes. This day was really exhausting, keeping up the blank and cold expression while my heart was being teared apart again. It was horrible.

I didn't want them to have this effect on me, but there was a part deep inside of me, who still loved them. Unfortunately.

I shook my head to get rid of those ridiculous thoughts and took a quick shower. I dried my hair and put on some makeup to cover up my scar. It's starting right underneath my left eye and runs down my cheek. I got it from the incident, where my birth giver almost died. As I had thrown the knife away, I had somehow managed to cut myself with it. But of course nobody noticed it, who would anyways?

I took care of it, like I did with all the the other bruises and scars that I got from my abuser, and covered it with makeup. It unfortunately left a scar, so I'm being reminded of that day every single day of my life.

Anyway, I slipped into a black dress with long sleeves, that went mid tigh, and put on some black high heels, as well as my bracelet. I got it from my two bestfriends and all our first letters were engraved in it.

M~L~A

I sighed heavily, as I walked out of my room. As soon as I entered the hallway, I put on my cold expression and made my way down the stairs.

I heard people laughing and talking. I also heard a high pitch girly voice, making me wanna rip out their throat. I mean, it's not their fault that their voices sound like some chair scraping against the floor, but still. Those voices just annoy me.

When I walked around the corner, I spotted all of them sitting in the living room.

They looked so. . . happy. My brothers were sitting on the couch, and on the floor, and were chatting with each other. My dad and the woman who brought me to my room, sat in a love-seat, cuddled up into each other's arms.

But what caught my attention were the five unfamiliar boys around my brothers' ages, who were sitting on another couch, and a girl. She sat between the twins. Colton was smiling at her, whereas Grayson was just staring into space.

The girl had long black hair and a dark green dress on. Her high heels were the same size as mine, and she had heavy makeup accentuate the shape of her face and the color of her eyes.

She's beautiful.

But she seems to be the type of girl that I am. Which means she's nasty as fuck.

After a few more seconds of watching them, I turned around and was about to walk away, when the high pitched voice suddenly spoke up.

"Who is that?" she asked innocently, but with a hint of disgust clearly evident in her voice. Called it.

All of a sudden the room went silent and I felt all of their burning gazes on my back.

I rolled my eyes and turned around to face them, although I didn't really feel ready for that.

I glanced at my father to see him in a stiffened posture, his gaze never leaving my eyes. My other brothers looked at me in annoyance, shock or hatred, and the unknown guys just looked confused.

"Father," I acknowledged, as I coolly nodded my head at him. He watched me cautiously, but slowly the look of disgust came back.

"Daughter," he spat. It tugged at my heart to see my supposed family looking at me with nothing but hatred.

"She's your daughter? Eww. She looks even uglier than I thought," the girl snarled, to which my 'brothers' and the other guys snickered.

The tears welled up in my eyes, again.

I didn't want to be this weak, this vulnerable. But why does it still hurt so freaking much when they look at me like that? Why can't I get rid of the love, that I still feel for them? They clearly don't want anything to do with me and they even replaced me with that barbie doll.

They seemed so happy and completed, whilst I had nothing. I didn't have someone to lean onto or to feel secure around. Well, I got my bestfriends, which I am very grateful for, but to know that your own family couldn't care less if you died, is fucking terrible.

"Why?" I bursted out after I had swallowed down the lump in my throat. They stopped snickering and looked kind of confused at my sudden question.

"Why did you bring me back here?" I asked, as I looked my father dead in the eye. Shock overtook his features, before he quickly concealed it with his emotionless expression again.

"Because I wanted you to meet your new mother and stepbrothers," he replied calmly.

I kept a blank face, but on the inside I was freaking out. Stepbrothers? 5 more people to show me how useless and disgusting I am? Stepmother? He remarried?

Wow, I missed a lot.

"Well, then. Hello, my name is Alaska, you probably alreday heard a lot about me, so I don't have to introduce myself any further," I introduce coldly, as I looked around the room and set my gaze back on my father.

Just as he was about to say something, the doorbell rang.

"They're late. Behave brothers, their important al- I mean business partners and Alaska, don't embarrass us," Dylan, my oldest brother warned, as he looked me up and down in, guess what. . . right, disgust.

I knew that he wanted to say: 'allies'. I am not stupid. I know that they're in the Mafia. They're even the most powerful gang or something, to be exact. I don't exactly know if they do human trafficking or drug dealing or whatever, since I didn't want to risk getting caught hacking their system.

Anyway, I walked to the wall next to the couches and leaned my back against it, crossing my arms in front of my chest. I heard Dylan talk with someone in - what I guess - was his buisness tone. After a couple of minutes, he came back into the room with two figures walking in shortly after.

I froze when I saw their faces.
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Hey there, this is a really long chapter. I really enjoy writing this story currently, so I had a couple of good ideas.
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Who do you think are the two figures? ;)

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