Elainy's P.O.V
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My eyes suddenly fluttered open. 'Where am I?' I thought to myself. I was facing the edge of my bed and my feet were dangling out of the covers, I turned to face on my back and looked around. 'I'm in my room.' I rubbed my eyes, they were sticky. "How exactly did I get here?" I mumbled to myself. I sighed to myself. I wasn't sleepy, but I was still tired. I sat up on my bed and glanced around my room. I took the blanket off of me, messily. I sat on the edge of my bed and put my head in my palms. I head a immense pounding headache, I groaned and looked at my phone, which was sitting on my night stand. I grabbed and unlocked it, the brightness caused my headache to worsen, which caused me to make a weird face at the sudden light. "2:21 A.M." I mumbled under my breath.
I switched my phone off and groaned, my headache was definitely not helping.
I stood up and stretched my arms and legs, I went to face my mirror and was greeted by messy hair, dry skin, smudged make up. I looked like a crusty potato.

'You mean, a BAKED crusty potato!' She cackles.
"Haha, very funny." I rolled my eyes in sarcasm.
'Midnight snackssss!'
"Oh yeah! It's about time isn't it?" I shrugged. I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs.

I reached downstairs and headed for the kitchen, I saw someone sitting on the high chair at the kitchen island , they were facing sideways to me. The only source of light was from a brown lamp, which lit up halfway through the kitchen, then everything either had a faint of light projecting on them or it was completely dark. I walked up to the counter and headed to the sink, without sparing a glance at the person. I turned around to face the island. I was greeted with Lucas, who was already looking at me before I turned around. He was wearing a Grey hoodie and some red striped boxers. He held a cup with both of his hands.

"Hi," I said, looking through the pantry, my back facing him.
He sighed. "Hey,".
"Why are you up?" I asked, still not facing him.
"Same reason you are." I turned to look at him and I noticed his eyes were blood shot red.
"Erm, are you okay?" I asked, but it sounded more like a question.
He stared off into space befire he snapped out of it. "Huh? Oh um.... Yeah." He sighed.
"What's that on the sleeves of your shirt?" I asked, pointing to his sleeves. I noticed some stain of a liquid oozing from the middle of his sleeve reaching to the hem of his sleeve. I couldn't see what color it was due to the dark, but I saw some dark red.
He looked at it uncomfortably and pulled his sleeve up to cover his arms more, he then placed his hand back to his cup. "It's um, ketchup." He looked at his drink.
"I'm not gonna even ask why." I shrugged as I chuckled, getting used to his weird antics.
My headache was getting worse. I rubber my temples white getting since string cheese and a bag of popcorn, making sure to pop it in the microwave before pouring it in the bowl. I took all of the food and slid it across the island, I walked around the island and plopped down on a high chair right next to Lucas, drawing all my food and dragging it closer to me. I sighed and popped a popcorn in my mouth, while running my hands on my temple.

"Headache?" Lucas asked, not looking up at me, but taking a drink from his cup.
I nodded, not wanting to speak in order to enjoy my popcorn.
"Here," He slid his cup in front of me containing a liquid halfway through the cup. I looked into his cup and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. 'It's poison!'  She hissed. "Chill, it's just coffee. It helps with headaches." He answered at my confused state. "Oh." I took a small sip. "It's bitter." I gagged, sliding the cup back to him. He had a small smile on his face as he watched this cup slide back to him.

There was something different about his smile. Now that I think about it, all his smiles have been different lately, they held something behind them. An emotion I was familiar with, but I wasn't used to seeing on Lucas. I couldn't point my finger on it tho. What is it?

I held up a can of string cheese in front of his face, shaking if gently. "String cheese?" I offered to cut our awkward tension.
"No thanks." He sighed.

There's something seriously wrong! This is Lucas we're talking about! He never, and I mean never says no to food! He eats when he's not hungry, he eats when he's bored, he eats when I'm eating! This boy eats 24/7, well, not when he's sleeping of course.

I decided not to force him. "Popcorn?".
He shook his head.
"Erm ok?" I took a popcorn and placed it inside my mouth.
"I'm thirsty." I said to myself as I got up and went to grab a plastic cup from the top shelf. I had to stand on my tippy-toes.
"Thumbelina." Lucas snorted silently.
"Shut up." I glared at him."I'm actually average for my age!"
"You're still short." He had a very small smile. I wasn't used to his small smile. Something was wrong.
"Oh shut up! You're just-" I looked at him up and down, "-tall!".
He playfully rolled his eyes and got up from his chair. He came beside me and pushed me with his butt. He reached up to the shelf with his right hand and he winced. He immediately brought his arms back down.

"Are you ok?" I touched his arm causing him to immediately flinch and take his arm back.
"I said I'm ok! it's none of your business!" He suddenly snapped.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I mumbled and looked down.
He sighed and grabbed the cup and handed it to me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap like that."
I shook my head as I grabbed the cup from his hand. "It's fine.".

I headed over to the sink and poured some water in my cup and leaned on the counter, watching Lucas go back to his seat. I took a big sip of my water and finished it, I turned around to get more water. "Are you friends with Jada?" I stiffened at the sound of her name. "Um, yeah?" It sounded more like a question, as I lied to him, I took another sip of water. "Oh ok. Blake and her are together." He said nonchalantly.

I widened my eyes as I spit out the water in my mouth and choked for a minute or two. "Ew." Lucas gave me a disgusted look, as he looked at the water that now was everywhere. "Bi*ch what?!" I yelled in shock.
"He didn't tell you?" Lucas looked at me.
"No! He doesn't tell me sh*t!" I put the glass of water down and started pacing back and fourth. "Cet idiot, il ne me dit jamais rien! Il n'a même pas pensé à me dire que sa petite amie est Jada! C'est une putain de salope! Ce n'est qu'une salope! Mais je ne peux pas lui en vouloir maintenant, n'est-ce pas? Il ne sait pas que Jada déteste mon âme sans vie? Non! je le blâme! C'est un con et c'est une chienne, ils sont parfaits l'un pour l'autre! Il ne se soucie jamais de moi! Personne ne le fait! (That idiot, he never tells me anything! He didn't even think to tell me that his girlfriend is Jada! she's a fu*king slut! she's nothing but a fu*king bi*ch! But I can't blame him now,can I? He doesnt know that Jada hates my lifeless soul? No! I do blame him! He's a prick and she's a bi*ch, they are perfect for eachother! He never cares about me! Nobody does!)".

"Um, you're ranting in French, I'm assuming?" He looked at me in confusion.

"Et puis il y a ce putain d'idiot! Il ne comprend pas un mot de français, sa langue maternelle! Je suis la seule personne de cette famille qui parle français!
(And then there's this fu*king idiot! He doesn't understand a word of French, his mother tongue! I'm the only person in this family who can speak french!)" I looked at him and glared at him. "Putain d'idiot. (Fu*king idiot.)"

"Did you just curse at me in French?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Peut être...(Maybe...)" I rolled my eyes.
He rolled his eyes. "Hey! almeno posso parlare Italiano! (Hey! At least I can speak Italian!)"
"Non sai nemmeno parlare bene, io sono molto meglio in italiano di te. (You can't even speak properly, i'm way better at Italian than you.)" I crossed my arms and wore a accomplished smirk.
"Oh yeah? Translate this-" He raised an eyebrow."-non hai idea di cosa passo ogni giorno. come fa schifo essere me, la tua vita è perfetta. ottieni buoni voti, hai Tyler e tutti ti adorano! non vedi il mio dolore, diavolo non lo vede nessun corpo." His eyes started glossing in the darkness, with what looked like pain...

"Um, are you crying?" I looked at him.
"What?" He wiped his eyes."No!".
"Honestly, I had no idea what you said." I let out a slight chuckle.
"Good." He murmured and looked down at his coffee.
"Alright, I admit, you may be a bit better at Italian than I am." I winced at myself for saying that.
"A bit?" He looked up at clocked up an eyebrow.
"A bit." I nodded.
"So about Jada?" I asked looking at him.
"Hm?" He hummed.
"When did they start d-dating?" I cringed at the last word.
"Oh um," He thought for a minute or two "-I guess, about a few days ago."
"Fu*k." I cursed under my breath.
"Why? Don't you like her?"
"Yeah I do!" I said a little too quickly.
"Ok?" He took a sip of his coffee.

"Little does anybody know, she fu*king hates my guts and wishes I was dead. She's only nice to me when you guys are around. She hates me. Heck! The whole bloody school does! She makes my life miserable and makes me feel insecure in ways I never thought possible. She wished death upon me, in front of my face. She spreads ugly rumors about me and blames it on innocent people, and you guys don't even seem to notice or care. She calls me ugly, which is true. The whole school knows it's true and-"

"-Elainy?" Lucas snapped his fingers, causing me to come out of my state.
"Huh? Oh yeah?"
"What's wrong?"
"Oh um, nothing." I nodded.

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So, how do we know Italian? Well, my granddad was English and, my nayna was half Italian and half French. The day I was born, nayna announced that I shall have a French name and a Italian middle name, but my dad wasn't too comfortable. He wanted me to have a American name, dad argued that our last name, Saphrano, was already Italian. (Which was one of the reasons why nayna allowed mum to marry dad.) In the end, I got a very rare name, Elainy. But nayna was happy she got to pick my middle name, Marie. There, you now know why my name is my name. (Not sure if that make sense tho, but it does.).
When I started speaking, nayna wanted me to learn Italian and French. The same with my brothers, she wanted them to learn Italian and French too. But they couldn't cope up with French.

When I said my first word, she swore that I said French. My first word, according to nayna was "doux" which means soft in French. But my mother said, I was speaking gibberish and making random noises. When I turned two-and-a-half, nayna started teaching me and my brothers French and Italian, so we can, in her words "keep our great French and Italian descendants alive!". Mum was never to happy with her doing this, mum never respected her way of wanting her children to learn foreign languages. Nayna argued that we are Italian and French. While mum said we are mostly British and American. The look on nayna's, i'll never forget it, even tho I was only 4. She was heart broken. She refused to speak to anyone but me.

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Flashback.
(3ʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴠɪᴇᴡ)
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"N-nayna?" The little 4 year old girl whimpered in fright, she was awoken by her grandmother and her mother and yelling at each other, but she didn't know that. The mere toddler looked around for comfort, but she found none. The toddler was scared, but she knew not to cry, her nayna had always told her to be brave during times, when she was scared and alone.

The toddler was peacefully sleeping in her tiny crib, she never liked sleeping in beds. According to her, they were too uncomfortable.

Her nayna had always told her one thing. "Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid." (Quote by Franklin P. Jones)

The almond brown door to her room slowly rattled open, but she saw no one. She felt her heart racing.

"M-muma?" The child hugged herself. Looking around the room frantically for her beloved soft toy, cuppy, that her nayna gave her the day she was born.

Suddenly a head popped up in front of her crib, causing the 4 year to stumble back and hit her head on the wooden corners of her crib.
"O-ouwie." The little girl sat up and rubbed her head, trying to sooth her head. She felt immense pain in her head and she couldn't do anything, she felt her vision getting blurry with tears as she let out small whimpers.

"Shh. I'm sorry El, come here." A gentle voice picked her up from her crib. She felt her face getting wet with tears flowing down. The person who picked her up gently wiped her tears and rubbed her back in a soothing manner.
"Lu-Lucas? Wh-where is nayna?" The girl looked up at her 8 year old brother.
Her brother patted her back, ushering her to go the sleep, as his scared little sister laid her head on his shoulder.
"Nayna,-" the boy was uncertain about what to tell her sister, the last thing he wanted to do was to scare her." -she's out with daddy." The boy gently kissed her forehead, she felt so much at ease in the arms of her elder brother.
"W-whats that so-ound?" The girl sniffled, addressing this to the sound of the screams of her mother and nayna. She tried to calm her breathing.
"Oh, thats mum playing the t.v." The boy rubbed his sister's back in comfort, while he walked around the room and closing the door, hoping she would go to sleep.

The door once again rattled open, this time came in her other two brothers. She looked at them with a sad smile.
"What's wrong bubba?" Her second eldest brother, Ryan caressed her cheeks.
"M-muma's playing the t.v too loudly, and I got a ouwie." She sniffled. Her breathing had gotten steadier thanks to her brother.
"Muma's not pla-" Ryan was about to confess to his sister until Lucas elbowed him in the stomach, with his free hand.
"Where did you get the ouwie, nugget?" Blake stepped up and looked back at her with his kind and loving eyes.
"On my head." She brought her hand up and rubbed her head.
"Aw, I'm sorry. How did it happen?" Blake caressed his sisters cheek.
"Lucas scared me." She buried her head in her youngest brother's neck.
"I'm so sorry bambina." Lucas apologized again.
"It's ok." She smiled and kissed his cheeks, causing the boy to giggle.

Her eyes were only fixed on one thing and Ryan seemed to notice that, while her other two brothers were busy talking. Ryan followed his little sisters gaze, which soon landed on her beloved cuppy. Ryan smiled to himself as he walked over to her best friend. He held the toy gently in his arms and walked over to his sister, who he loved with every inch of his heart. The girl's head shot up and her eyes lit up with happiness. Ryan walked up to her and gave it to her, a smile tugging on his face. The girl looked at her brother then at her cuppy, which was in her arms. She gave her cuppy a hug and got down from Lucas's grasp. She walked over slowly to Ryan, who bent down in order to come in the same level as her, he spread his arms, as the girl giggled and ran towards him.

"Oof little monkey! You're getting stronger aren't you?" The boy chuckled, wrapping his arms around his sister
The girl giggled in response. The boy let go but held his hands on her waist.

"Now show me those muscles!"  The boy said in a playful gruff voice.
She raises her arms up and flexes them as hard as she could, with a toothy grin on her face.
"Wow! You're one strong girl aren't you?" A voice chuckles from behind her.
The girl turns around and releases her arms and runs to door, hugging her nayna tightly. "Nayna, I missed you!" She wrapped her arms around the old lady's legs and snuggled into them.

"Angioletto." The old lady smiled at her granddaughter, as she picked her up, in her arms. The lady then looked down at her grandsons and bent down giving them a hug. "Principino." She kissed them each on the forehead.
Thier nayna stood back up and walked over to her rocking chair, setting her beloved granddaughter on her lap, her three grandson sitting in front of her.

The girl grinned down at her triplet brothers, earning a warm smile from each of them. She glanced up at her nayna and saw she had tears slowly streaming down her face.
"Boys!" Thier mother called, causing them to smile sympathetically at thier nayna, each taking a turn to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, as the rushed out the door, closing the door behind them.

"nayna, tu pleures? (nayna, are you crying?)" The girl wiped the sorrowful tears on her loving nayna's face, gently with her soft hands. "Pourquoi es-tu triste? (Why are you sad?)"

"Non mon amour, je coupais des oignons. (No my love, I was cutting onions.)" The old lady weakly smiled at her precious, as she caressed her cheeks.

Her nayna couldn't tell her the reason why she was crying. She was too young to understand, and she didn't want her granddaughter growing up with the wrong idea of her mother or having a dislike towards her.

Truth-be-told, Marina was having a fight with her daughter, Amelia. Her daughter didn't want her children learning Italian and French like she did. She never wanted them to go through the pressure she did. But Marina teaching her grandchildren was more than graceful. She never while want to force her children and grandchildren to do something they didn't want too.

"I don't want you to teach them foreign languages!" Amelia screamed at her broken-hearted mother.

"Amore! I would never force them if they do not like learning the language. But have you seen thier happy faces when I teach them a new word in French or a new insult in Italian?!"

"Now you're teaching my children insults?!" Amelia was now beyond furious, she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Oh no! They are child friendly! And I'm not teaching them foreign languages! They are French and Italian! They should know thier mother language!" Marina shot back at her daughter.

"Mother language?!" Amelia let out a humorless chuckle. "They are not Italian and French, maman! They are American and British! Just because they have a bit in thier blood, does not mean they're italian and French!"

Marina let out a gasp. "Don't you dare speak to me and my country like that!"

"You know what?! That's it! Nick was right, I never should've come here or have brought my children!"

"Nicky said that?" Marina had tears welling up in her eyes, but her daughter showed no sympathy.

"Yes! I'm packing this instance and all 6 of us are leaving back to California, tonight!" Amelia spat on her mother, walking away, leaving her broken-hearted mother in tears.

"B-but, what am I supposed to do here, alone?" Marina managed to croak out, tears rolling down her face.

Amelia stopped walking and looked at her mother straight in the eye. "I don't know and I don't care!" With that, she walked away.

Marina knew what her daughter said was going to