"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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| Matilda Colombo |
Thankful, was not a word that I had in my vocabulary, that would be reserved for the people that said they were my brothers. I knew they were my brothers, but I didn't think that I would be sitting in their fancy, hotel-like medical center, waiting for the final news on my best friend. The same best friend that had almost been beaten to death by his step-father.
From the few words that I had been able to share with him, he had not wanted to say anything about it. He made me promise him that I wouldn't say anything about the situation, especially not to Audrey, and I had obliged. He would say something in due time. I just hoped that he was safe and happier now.
I knew, that sitting here with Audrey's hand in mine, as she rested her head on Caleb's shoulder, that I was just buying time. Audrey was helping in doing that, by clinging to me every single moment that one of my brothers walked by. Most of them had dispersed, from the area, and by most, I meant the eldest three specifically.
Blade was sitting across the room, head in his phone, as he avoided just about every single nurse that walked by him, that pushed their bra up even further, and pulled their skirt down in the slightest, to try and seem more appealing to my brother that could care less. Contrary to what I had briefly heard Hendrix speaking about the twins that were a seat away from every one else, almost pushing themselves into the corner, they were not drawing attention to themselves.
Nurses stayed away from them, and if anything, one of them kept asking Axel about his injuries, which he just seemed to squirm in his seat, before he just nodded and agreed. For some reason, no nurse had picked up on his dead leg, or in better words, the leg that he wouldn't put much pressure on that basically dragged along with him.
He had kept to himself, hardly speaking to his twin brother, that was on a laptop himself. If anything, it looked as if they were doing school work, and I felt immediate guilt that I had pulled them out of school, but I hadn't made a call for them to do so. I hadn't made Axel sit here, book on his lap, with his school laptop on the coffee table in front of him, as he had a pen in hand.
He defied everything that I had Hendrix speak about him, which in reality, wasn't much. He had explicitly told people that Axel was a lady's man, and that Ace pretty much just followed him. If anything, it looked like Axel was trying to follow Ace, while neither one of them could care less for the women in this corridor.
I felt sorry for him, even though he had treated me like shit, he was still human, and he was my brother. The same brother that Hendrix treated like a piece of shit. Axel was worse off than I was, and I hadn't even seen it because he covered it so well. He covered it with his antics. He covered it with his yelling, his recklessness, his anger.
He was trying. I could see it in the way he was effortlessly writing down answer after answer, word after word, flipping through page after page. He was really trying. "Matilda, can we have a word?" I only saw a glimpse of the momentary fear the flashed through Axel's eyes when he heard the voice, before masking it, and turning angrily back to his paper, while I had to tear my gaze away from him and towards my older brother, demanding of my presence.
