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Chapter 7 - Family

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Camilla looks at me with wide eyes. She has a smile on her face with tears in her eyes.

This is why I love her so much. She's happy for me. She's happy that i'm happy.

I have so many emotions running through me that I still don't k ow what to think. I'm angry but i'm also so fucking happy and I haven't been happy in a long time.

I almost forgot what it felt like.

Natalia 2.0 comes down and kneels beside me. He grabs my wrist and unlocks the chains on both mine and Camilla's wrist.

Shock still present on my face that I have a real family that i'm now just standing here looking at everyone while everyone is just looking at me.

Staring contest bitches.

We stand there in silence just simply staring at one another that is until I hear the male version of me mumble "fuck it"

He lunges towards me, his arms wrapping around my small frame i tense under his touch but relax after a couple seconds and hug him back.

He's so warm, i just want to stay in his arms forever. A brotherly aura surrounding him. I feel safe and protected.

He pulls me back to look at me. "you probably don't know who the fuck I am." he chuckles

Dumbass of course i don't know who the fuck he is.

i shake my head laughing a bit.

"Elio" he says. "your brother, i'm 21"

"Natalia, 19" i respond given i never really told him anything about me earlier.

"I know Bob" he smiles at me. His comment confirms 100% that we're related.

I like this dude.

he pulls me in for another quick hug before pulled away by my- our father.

"My turn stronzo" he starts off making me chuckle and earning a glare from Elio. "You have grown so much, cara" I never knew how much i wished to hear those words come out of my father. Someone who actually payed attention to me.

(asshole, dear)

More tears are forming in my eyes and i'm pulled into another, yet protective hug by my dad. my real dad.