~Chapter 40~
"I didn’t say she should leave, I’m not angry at her staying with us," Frank clarified, with much irritation on his tone but his expression softened slightly.
"I’m just offended that you didn’t wait for my opinion on this, taking it all upon yourself and agreeing without even consulting ." He paused, before adding,
"And what the fuck is wrong with now is the fact that my cigarette is not lit and sitting on my lips, you bitch." The words tumbled out of his mouth in a single breath as he ran a hand through his dark hair.
I felt relieved at his words, my tensed shoulders fell down as I realized that Frank wasn’t angry with .
Rather with Aria for not including him in the decision-making process. But my mind wasn’t fully at peace as I couldn’t help but wonder why I had been so scared of being kicked out, when my original plan had been to escape the mansion and survive on my own.
But now, with Aria offering a roof over my head, I was getting attached, and the thought of being alone again was unsettling.
Aria rolled her eyes with a cheeky smile spreading across her face. "What a dick!" she exclaid, shoving out a stick of cigarettes from the pack and throwing it alongside the lighter towards Frank.
He caught them effortlessly, a grin plastered on his face as he lit up his cigarette. "Thanks, bitch," he said, blowing out a stream of smoke as he turned his attention to . "And you are...?" he asked, like it was the first ti he’s seeing and it was most likely he’s asking for my na but before I could respond, Aria beat to it.
"Where are your manners, motherfucker?" Aria shouted at gim. But Frank rely rolled his eyes, his expression unrepentant, before adding, "Your na, please." He attempted to infuse his voice with fake innocence, but it didn’t quite ring true.
The demure expression he tried to adopt clashed with his mischievous personality, making him look like a clown.
It didn’t fit his huge personality, really.
I finally answered his question about my na, saying "Katya." Frank nodded, before clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth.
He exhaled a stream of smoke again, the scent of nicotine added more to the ones lingering before through the air.
"Well, Katya, welco ho," Sarcasm was painfully clear from his tone, as he strode past , but not before winking at like a creep.
He disappeared towards the room Aria had said was his. "Good night, bitches!" he shouted over his shoulder, his voice carrying through the hallway and Aria’s response was imdiate.
"Fuck you!" she shouted back, but Frank’s door had already creaked shut behind him and Aria flung the cigarette pack down onto the coffee table
"Fucking idiot," she muttered, shaking her head and she turned to , sheepishly changing her expression.
"Sorry for that, my dumb brother can be the worst sotis. But really, he’s not that bad." she said, shaking her head, apologetic, and she walked over to .
But instead of stopping in front of , like I had thought. She passed by, heading towards her room door and I quickly spun around, following her closely behind
She pushed open the door and we stepped inside. Aria moved towards a small dresser tucked away in the corner and I stood back, my eyes fixed on the bed, wondering where I was supposed to sleep.
Aria had said I’d be sleeping in this room with her, but there was only one bed, and it wasn’t that huge to hold in two bodies.
The floor didn’t seem too bad, though - I wouldn’t mind lounging on it, and I’d certainly slept in worse conditions before.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice when Aria changed out of her clothes and into sothing more suitable for sleeping.
One mont she was rummaging through her dresser, and the next she was slipping into a comfortable-looking tank top and sweatpants. I blinked, feeling a little startled at the sudden change.
She moved towards the bed and flopped down, her eyes drifting upwards to gaze at the ceiling.
For so mont, she just lays there, her chest rising and falling with each slow breath. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, she spoke up in a gentle murmur.
"You’ll get used to it, trust ."I turned to look at her. My facial expression saying it all.I was as confused ASF.
She looked back at , so sparkles dancing in her eyes as she raised herself up from the bed and sat up, her back straight.
"Get used to and Frank’s jabs," she tried explaining but I didn’t really get it and she sighed.
"It’s a regular thing we do. Just giving you the heads up." She patted the space next to her on the bed.
"Let’s sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll see what it brings." Aria was a life saver, an angel sent from wherever they were made. She looked to appear touch but her heart was made of gold and I really hope to be like her. Well except for the smoking part.
I dropped down into the space next to her, and we lay down, our bodies nestled together like sandwiches.
The bed was cozy, but it was clear that it was designed for one person, not two. There wasn’t much breathing space, but it was manageable.
As I lay there, I thought about what tomorrow might really bring. The uncertainty was thrilling, and daunting.
I should find a job to start earning, I didn’t want to be a leach or burden to these twins who seed to be struggling on their own.
And i definitely would try repaying them for what they had done for .
Even if Aria had said I should just stay for only tonight, it would have still be a huge deal and I’m forever indebted to them.
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