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Destiny's pov

The wedding was awesome but it was a bit chaotic with all the gathering in the house as the ceremony was decided to be held in the backyard of the mansion which is huge in its parameters. The decorators did a flawless job under the eye of Sofia. The party was held in the Victorian theme.

Mom was looking like a princess and with that charm on her face and the beautiful personality she holds herself with, she can't be any less.

I had fun with my friends and Pete and of course with the company of Miles, who was looking like a prince himself, in that tailored suit which was hugging his muscular body tightly, it was a sight to look at him, well he is pretty.

Malik, Marco along with Pete and Lucas were the best man of Dad, who himself was the spark of the wedding along with his soon to be wife. Dad was looking as gorgeous as ever, but the stress of the event was clearly evident over his face, which was constantly got mocked at by his two eldest sons, but he was looking pretty comfortable around Mom who was beaming at the cheers of the audience, which grew louder when they both linked they lips together, vowing to be there for each other forever.

Love was in the air and we all felt that especially during the ball dance, dancing on the slow rhythm of orchestra with our significant other, everyone was drown in the moment because no one accused me dancing with my boyfriend who was looking at me with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes making me feel special, while his arm hugging my waist protectively, promising to be there with me always, like I belong to him and guess what he does too.

Dragging myself out of the bed the next day was the most dreadful task, my body was feeling like it was hit by a truck but thankfully it was sunday that means I can rest all day and get back to my routine. My parents had gone to the hotel having their special night. I hope they decide to have their honeymoon.

I had breakfast with Cole and Nico who were accompanying us for the breakfast in their elegant outfits and wet hairs neatly combed over their heads. What are these guys made of?

I was sitting with an ugly rat was looking as tired as me and he was in a mood too and for a minute I thought he was sleep walking with that horrendous expression he had on his face and his messy hair. He insisted on not having breakfast till Luke wakes up. Yes! Our sleeping beauty is still dreaming.

Elda and Elene joined us then we all went to our affairs. I got a call from the girls to go spend the day in the beach and it was like a bomb of energy exploded into my veins. I called Elene and Elda and made them help me to choose my beach clothes and do my hair then I left the house after having permission from the oldies. TIME TO ENJOY!

After two days™

Mom and dad finally left to spend their honeymoon after many begging and insisting from all of us. They went to Bora Bora in France as Matilda recommended. 

The day started boring as fuck while just Peter and I in the house watching TV till an idea came to my mind. The arcade is ours, let's have a party! Anyway, we had a good time at that party and especially accompanied Miles and shared love with him but that RAT never let us have a minute alone calmly. I'm so gonna annoy the shit of him when I see him with Aria.

Two hours later we got busted by the oldies and got scolded for life all because we left a bad liar covering us... Mister goody with two shoes told them we are pulling a surprise for them. I mentally facepalmed myself four five hundred times.

We had a movie night then I couldn't sleep so I stayed up chatting with Miles on video call. I had breakfast when the day came and did some sports with Malik and Elene then went to the garden to play with the dogs. An hour later, Luke came and negotiated with the dogs to play with us saying that we are like puppies, I should tell Pete about this.

He annoyed the fuck out of me then he called Pete and we all went to play basketball and we fucked the rules of the game, well I did. We went to the arcade, had a blast then ended up having lunch in a restaurant. I hope mom will forgive us!

We had ice cream and went back home happily but clearly I didn't know what surprise was in store for me today. We went back home and we were welcomed by a chirpy voice which I thought I would never listen to after that day. It was him!

He was in the living room with my older brothers. Pete and Luca also acknowledged him with a, " Hello uncle Caleb."

Well me? I was frozen shocked, I didn't want to face him, not in front of everyone! So I did the best I could do, I covered my face with my hair and just exited out of the living room. Well, I believe he didn't even notice me cause the trio were having a serious conversation but it didn't go unnoticed by my two brothers that chased me down, got in my room and started their interrogation

" What's up, why did you run away so quickly?"

" Did you feel uncomfortable or anything?" They both questioned me

" N.. nothing, just I have to call Aria and the girls." I lied to them

I want to be alone in my room!

" Good, now tell us why?" Lucas asked.

" You know you suck at lying" Pete added his two cents

I wanted to smack his head so bad

" I don't have a reason, I just don't like strangers." I reasoned with them, tried to make it more logical, so that they could shut up! It was really frustrating.

" Okay, we don't like him too."

" Yep, we are even."

" Who is he? And how does he know our brothers?" I asked them genuinely curious about the connection he has with them.

" Sofie's Uncle, he has a small gang shit too, highschool friend of dad." Luca answered.

" What? He can't be an enemy right?"

" Dad says so." Pete said, making me sign in relief.

" Why don't you like him?" I asked

I'm really confused by their behavior. If he's not the enemy, why don't they like him?

" He is suspicious, his every activity is."

" Yeah and vibes too." They answered me and also mentioned the Kian thing and reasoned their suspicion towards him by explaining how it was his party when we were attacked and stuff.

" Ohh, I don't think he is a bad person." I muttered softly, without any attention to let them hear but I guess today my luck is well tucked in the bed and sleeping deeply!

" You just saw him and ran here, didn't even see him properly and you think he is not a bad person?" Pete deadpanned

" I don't know." I answered by shrugging my shoulders, well I don't know what to say next.

" Or you do?" Lucas asked, raising his eyebrow in suspicion

What's wrong with them today, why are they interrogating me that bad! It feels like I'm the main character of good cop and bad cop, my bubba being the good one, of course.

" Leave me alone." I said lying on my bed and scrolling through my Instagram when that ugly RAT snatched it from me, startling me.

" We won't." he said

HE's getting on my nerves a lot now! And I lost that little bit of patience but I sighed calming myself down and I cursed myself after saying he helped me before because this shit my mouth let out opened another investigation

I told my bubba that I'm not comfortable talking about it and luckily he closed it, assuring me that they are waiting for me to tell them and they are always by my side... That was so heartwarming!

They were asking me to play with them when my phone interrupted us.

SHIT!

My driving exam, I told my brothers and they took me as fast as Luke could speed. I passed the exam and finally had my license when I returned home. The oldies surprised me by a car I never dreamt of and cherished me for the rest of the day.

What good did I do to deserve this family? I'm really happy with them. They enlightened my mood and made me beam with joy.

But at night, behind a closed door, I couldn't ignore my past anymore.

I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself as much as I could and dragged my tired body towards the bed and literally threw myself over it. It was tiring!

Unconsciously, I picked up my phone and stared at my wallpaper, which was a group picture of my mom, Diana and me.

Well, my dad has always been out of the picture, which was the result of the divorce both of my parents filed when I was just six years old and to be more precise a couple of months before my seventh birthday and about dad I don't remember much. We were never in contact after that day. Because after a week of them officially separating, my mother shifted to Canada with my older sister and then after a month or so she made me join a boarding school which was six hours away from where we used to live.

When my mother broke the news that I have to attend a boarding school from now, it literally broke me up a little. I tried to convince her of the other vice a lot of times and used different tactics just so she could change her mind. I refused to eat, sleep, but nothing phased her.

" It's for your own better future."

" You know mama will always wish for your good, right?"

" I love you so much my child, please understand that I have to do this."

" DESTINY! EITHER THIS OR I WILL NEVER TALK TO YOU AGAIN!"

When she uttered those words I knew I can't push her anymore. I had to bend and follow what she was saying, I didn't want to lose her, not my mother, not my only parent.

And that's how I started my boarding school after two days of my seventh birthday. I still remember how intimidating the idea of living away from my mom was for me, how scared I was when I first saw the school building, and how much I wanted to hug my mother and stick with her like a glue so that I don't have to stay here, and how heartbroken I was when I saw my mother turning away from me after kissing me a good bye and engulfing my small frame in her big one.

Living in a boarding is not hard when you have amazing friends and supportive teachers and is very hard when you get mocked at when you can't tie your hairs properly, when you don't get the meal you were craving that day, when there I no one to hug you when you have a bad dream, well it can be bearable for a teen or a bit older person but for me a child who just turned seven a couple days ago it was a big issue. Don't get me wrong, teachers there used to be super nice, especially to the young students but no one was as comforting to me as my mother. But that's when I started to focus on the brighter side of the situation and it did make my early years of living in boarding a bit bearable.

I used to make a list of things I want to do with my mum when I visit her during my summer and winter breaks, what stories I am going to tell her and I started to focus more on my studies and getting good grades so that I can make her proud of me. Well, it was advice one of my close friends gave me when she saw that I'm having a hard time being all by myself and I could never be thankful enough.

Diana and I were not that close earlier, it was a bit complicated, she was a teen at that time, she didn't knew how to interact with me and the situation was the same in my case too and that's the reason why I used to be with my mum majority of time before coming to the boarding and even during my school breaks. But our relationship starts mending when one day I get the news that my mum is no more, she died in a road accident.

And it truly broke me like nothing else, I remembered I didn't even shed a tear because I was numb, completely. Because then it hit me hard that I'm an orphan now, my mum died.

I was just ten years old, and at this age one tends to crave emotional support the most and that support of mine was suddenly snatched away from me and it did ruin me a bit. I started picking up fights at school, and was no a full rebel mode but the staff was understanding towards my situation and that's the reason why they let me get away for some actions that I committed with just a scolding or warning which on a normal case can lead to suspension, well I guess Diana also played a role in persuading the principal to give me some time to grieve because after mum she was my guardian and that's why they used to call her whenever I used to get in trouble.

I didn't stop, I didn't until one day I got suspended for a week for hitting a guy with a brick over his head who was mocking me by calling me " An orphan" and that day I had my biggest fight with Diana and she also tongue lashed out of anger and frustration which I look at right now and can say I deserve it. But that day I did something that was reckless and pure out of anger, I left my home.

I remembered that I ran from my home after our fight, it was raining heavily and I just barged out of the house and just ran until my legs gave up and when I got conscious of my surroundings. I saw that it was pitch black and I was lost, I didn't know where I was. I was scared but bit relieved too because my ten year old mind thought that my sister will be at peace because from now on I will not be in her life as a nuisance, a word she said to me which was the reason our fight broke out but I was so wrong because when the local police found me.

A child standing in heavy rain all alone investigated my identity and called her, she was crying hysterically, I wasn't able to listen to her voice on the receiver, just a few words here and there calling my name and her apologizing and when I was finally dropped home by the officers. She hugged me so tightly that the feeling was not foreign to me. She was crying, hyperventilating and kissed me like she is assuring herself that I will not vanish in thin air, that I'm there with her, in her embrace.

After seeing her condition something inside me moved, all those emotions that I hided, that I had buried deep inside of me bulged out as a sob, and I remember myself sobbing loud while hugging my sister and inhaling her comforting scent, which gave me the comfort my mum used to gave me and I cried, cried for my mum, cried for my fate, cried for myself, I let it out, freeing myself, cause now I know that I'm not alone, I have her, my sister. Well, sometimes life takes crazy things or heavy losses to realize the importance of something or someone that we didn't even considered valuable to think about and that day was one of them where I realized the importance of a sibling, an older sibling who was standing close to me, with me, supporting me and I feel Diana also need the same support, same assurance that she's not alone, which I realized after seeing the hopelessness that I saw in her eyes that day when I return back home.

After that incident we both started working on our relationship, I opened up with my older sister, regarding the homesickness I was feeling at school so to help me with that she came up with an idea of organizing a 'sisters date' as she named it. She started to visit me on weekends at campus and started spending time with me. She used to take me to parks, shopping, and a lot of fun places.

When I saw how much effort she was putting in to mend things up, I also started to take an initiative and started behaving. Well, people still used to say trashy things regarding the death of my mum, absence of my father and how much of a burnden I am on my sister and how I should die too, but my response to there bickering was different either I used to ignore them or leave the place, because I didn't wanted to trouble Diana and moreover I knew she didn't think those things about me, we had a lot of talk regarding this topic and my sister had reassured me enough to not to believe the talk of strangers.

After two years at my boarding school, I met an amazing girl Grace, who eventually became one of my closest friends. She always had a positive outlook towards every situation, whether it's related to tons of assignments due in a couple of hours or some rude people, she always had a controlled and calm response to the situation, and she was hilarious too, all these characteristics of her personality made me like her much more.

She wasn't a hosteler like me, she used to go back home after the school hours as her home was in the same city, a half an hour walk. She had a keen interest in skating, and she was skilled skater too, well I still have tons of hilarious pictures and videos we clicked together, but what I didn't know before was that what She was hiding behind that cool mask she used to wear everywhere.

It had been weeks since she showed up to the class, I tried calling her and even asked some teacher to ask her father, her only parent, for her wellbeing, it was like she had vanished in thin air, without anyone knowing and i will not lie if I said I was scared, I was terrified.

But one day she did show up and I had my sigh of relief that she is okay, but there was some change in her character, her eyes, her persona, it was all too dull, so unlike her and even with much persuasion she didn't tell me what happened to her.

" Hey, are you fine? Where were you for a week?"

" Hey! Gracyyy...I'm talking to you! What happened?" I kept on asking her, unaware of the tears she was trying to keep at bay.

" Grace! Hey? Are you even listening?" I kept on talking, shaking her up so that she could answer me, smile at me like she used to do.

" Will you please STOP? I'm not in the mood to talk, destiny! Is it so hard for you to understand." She screamed at me and ran out of the room, shocking me and all the students.

" Something is for sure wrong with her." I muttered and then teacher entered the class but she didn't came back, it was until out sports class, that she came back- with puffy eyes and red blanched face, I again tried to ask her but she didn't answer any of my question, nor looked at me, like she knew she will break down if she did?

" You know what grace, you are hurt and everyone can see that, so please tell me what's wrong. You used to say that sharing things makes it easy for us to bear, so what happened now?" I said and out of blue she turned towards me and hugged me like her life depends upon it, like she wanted to be held and I hugged her back, it was good that no one was present in the changing room because teachers was absent and the substitute teacher told us to do whatever we want to do so majority of class was either in the ground playing some were in library or in canteen.

" Hey! What is wrong? Please tell me." I asked again, but she was crying, sobbing, clutching her shirt near her chest.

" A- a... A few days ago some people came to our home asking for the mo... Money, my father lost in gambling, the... They beat him up... Until he was unconscious and warned to ready the amount till next week, or they will kill him, I... Destiny... I was so scared, so scared... And my dad... Destiny... He's in the hospital, because he bleeded so badly and he is also suffering from liver failure... Hospital is demanding money, I need to pay bills, our shop is not doing well. Moreover, those people will also come in a week or so... What will I do then! And dad... Desty... He promised me he will never gamble again, he promised me he will work on his alcoholism, but he lied, Desty he lied to me!" She said in desperation, still hugging me, crying, craving for comfort.

" We will find a way out of this Grace! We will! you are certainly not alone! You never are or will be! I got you!" I said to her, comforting her but I was also struggling hard to hold my tears. I hugged her for a