"Catch me if you can"
Matilda Colombo had been running her entire life, until it all came to a crashing ending. Being caught was not her thing, and everyone knew it, or so they thought that they did. Living in the unsafe outskirts of Los Angeles, w...
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| Ace Colombo |
1 week ago
"She's gone." those two words made my heart stop beating. I stopped my assault on the punching bag, but my twin did not get the memo. He kept punching it, if not getting angrier by the minuet. I didn't stop him, as I would be his next victim, and I was not up for it today. It was one of those days, when I had gut feeling that something had gone wrong, and something had.
"What do you mean, she's gone?" I questioned, and Hunter just gave me the shrug of his shoulders. If I had asked that same question to my father, 12 years ago, I would have been in a different situation. If Axel had asked that question, I wouldn't have seen him until the next morning. That was our life.
"Matilda has cleared out her room, and she's not there. I went to talk to her about yesterday, but she left" my heart sank, knowing what he was talking about. He was talking about how our sister was humiliated, and called a murder, while we had just driven off without her. I didn't want to carry more guilt than I already was, but it just worsened.
"Do you know where she would go?" Hunter questioned, and I just shrugged my shoulders. It was this question that stopped Axel from assaulting his third punching bag. "Los Angeles" was all he said, as he quickly unwrapped his hands, before he was storming past Hunter, who hadn't moved from his spot on the stairs.
I just sighed, and shook my head. It was one of Axel's tougher days, that no matter what you said, he wouldn't even listen to you. Or he did listen, but there was no getting him out of his own head. I had tried, but it was no use. It was best that he was left, hence why I had dragged him down here, and away from his school work, but I was sure that it had just made everything worse for him.
I felt selfish for calling one of his tough days, when it was just the person that our father had made him to be. There was no changing his trauma that had shaped him. He had had it worse, for some reason unknown to me, and he had always comforted me first. He had always put me first, as his younger brother by only 30 minuets.
It felt like I was 3 years younger than him some days, then the same age. He felt to me, like he was already in his 20s, rather than only having turned 18 a few months ago. But, Axel had covered my body one too many times for me to count. He had covered me when guns were fired, shouts were had between our brothers, and from our father.
He had covered me, when nobody had covered him. He had done it without thinking twice. I just wish that we could have stretched that to our little sister, but he hadn't listened. He didn't trust people, and that meant not trusting our sister, just like he didn't trust our brothers. "What do we do know?" Hunter proceeded to question me, and I felt like he thought I was someone else.
"I don't know" I heaved, as I walked past him, unwrapping my hands as I went. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew that she was following in Axel's steps, when he had run away from here a few years ago, to rebel against Hendrix and Diesel, when they had finally gotten custody of us. I regretted not doing the same, as it had drifted us to unrepairable lengths.
