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C O L T O N
(5th oldest biological brother)

This stupid bitch.

I still didn't know why dad decided to take her back in. I was ashamed and disgusted of having her as my sister, she couldn't even be considered a family member. At least, I couldn't consider her as such, but I think nobody in my family does anyways.

Family doesn't stab each other, but I guess that message didn't quite reach her.

Though, it was actually fun to torture her. To make her feel the pain we felt on the day of that incident, and not only that, but also the pain of our family slowly falling apart. We didn't even notice it happen, but it did.

Us brothers were more outside, than home. We fought more, drank more, took more drugs. We slowly isolated ourselves from each other, and only when mom had died, did we have a proper conversation as a family again. That day was still imprinted in my mind.

Dad had called each of us and told us to come home for the first time since Alaska had left, so we obeyed, though we were hesitant. He told us he had gotten a call, tears running down his face. It was the police, telling him that mom was gone, as if she vanished into thin air. Her ID was found near a car that had gone up in flames. There was no trace of her, no corpse; not even a strand of her hair was found, because the car was nothing but a wreck.

My heart had sunken. It wasn't clear back then, if she really was dead or if it was just a coincidence, but when she didn't answer our calls, nor our messages, nor came home for the next year, the police declared her dead.

Anyway, when Alaska came back, the atmosphere was tense and suffocating everytime she set foot in the room. Then, the others and me started taking out our bottled up anger on her, all the grief and the sorrow did we let out in form of curse words and hatred, all directed towards Alaska.

But when 'The Russians' came to our school, her behavior made a 180 turn. Her glares became stronger, icier, and she started talking back to us and argue us.

I didn't really know them, her apparent bestfriends, nor did I ever seen them before. I just heard the gossips about them and, since I knew who my father was and what he, as well as my family, did on a daily basis, I wasn't sure whether to believe the rumors or not. I mean, I didn't consider them as rubbish, but it might also just have been some exaggerated rumor about something totally normal.

To say I was shocked when Alaska had jumped onto would be a huge understatement, though. She hadn't show one emotion since she returned, and suddenly she was crying in front of the whole school. Like seriously, she had an incredible best poker face; she was nothing like 'the little princess' that I once knew anymore.

And the rumors about the Russians also said, that they were emotionless and ruthless, but their reactions about seeing Alaska were anything but emotionless. I even saw a few tears escape their eyes.

And the next days you didn't see them apart. They were always around each other, the three of them almost seemed as if they were in a threesome relationship.

Alaska seemed so carefree and lighthearted around them. I couldn't help the tiny pang of jealousy every time I saw them laughing and hugging each other. But it was wrong, she wasn't my family and she sure as hell wasn't my sister. She had lost that title the moment she had decided to harm our own mother.

"Yo, stop staring at them. You look like a creep!" my twin, Grayson, hissed and slapped the back of my head.

I snapped my head towards him, a glare sitting in my eyes, and ruffled up his hair, since I knew that would upset him, and retorted, "Shut up. I wasn't staring a them."

He slapped my hand away and frantically tried to get his hair back into it's right place, while he scowled at me.

"Don't. Touch. My hair!" he practically growled and turned his attention back to the teacher, who was babbling about some stuff that I didn't pay attention to, anyways.

I turned my head back towards Alaska again and saw her curled up in a ball in one of the Russians' arms.

She was such a egotistical girl. Here she was enjoying her life while we had to endure the pain of our mother's death.

After our mother's death, father had a very hard time. He was always busy and exhausted, not really paying much attention to us. He was never at home and our oldest brothers practically raised us younger ones. One day he had brought a woman home, though. He said he had fallen in love, but he didn't look at her like he used to look at mom. It was an empty look on his face, not full of love and affection.

But as time passed by, he actually fell in love with her and became a better father again. We then also got introduced to our new stepbrothers. They were pretty cool and they weren't at all as annoying as we had expected.

They were pretty much like us. Cocky, short tempered and good looking. So we decided to not have a sibling war and just carried on with our lives.

RING! RING!

I stood up from my chair, shoved my books into my backpack and threw it over my shoulder.

When I walked trough the door, Grayson and Leonardo joined me, so we walked together through the hallway and the kids around us either swooned over us or turned around and almost ran away. I was used to it, so I just enjoyed it.

The feeling was great.

The feeling of being known and desired, yet feared and respected. It was honestly kind of addicting.

After a few minutes, we eventually got to the cafeteria and slammed the doors open like usual.

But what we saw, made us freeze in our spots.
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Heyyy there, this is a rather short chapter again, sorry. The next one will be longer, I promise.
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