"there you go, now you're getting the hang of it"
Dante smiled, watching me play the violin in front of him, getting rather quick with it too.
The string was like my dreams and the sound was my voice! Singing it for all the world to hear! Spiraling in an endless loop of fortune, fame and passion.
Smiling I pulled it away from my chin and he applauded me graciously.
"That's was rather exquisite if I do say so myself"
He spoke in a classed up voice, placing his fingers on his chest as if ready to perform at an opera.
Giggling softly in response I placed down the instrument, tracing my finger on the polished wood.
Laurence had got it him for his birthday...professionally made and customized to perfectly fit his structure.
"Seriously you play good"
He smiled as I sat next to him, rubbing the back of my neck with a deep blush to my cheeks.
I admit to a mumble but nothing more in response.
"Say...if you get good enough you and I could play in the school talent show together, like a mini band"
He suggested, leaning back to rest on his shoulders.
His legs were spread as his eyes traces the ceiling.
"H-Hm"
I huffed and gave an uneasy look to him, signaling that I was not quite sure that it would be a sufficient idea.
"It's not scary y'know...well, a little but I'll be there with you, I promise"
He smiled while I only looked away and rubbed my arm.
The once smiling face faded and he gazed into me questioningly.
"It's not that...is it?"
He asked as I nodded
"...what, do you think your brothers won't approve?"
He then questioned.
I shook my head.
It took him a fair moment of time to recollect his first ever encounter with my father, uncertainty choking in the back of his throat.
Fiddling with my fingers I gave him a momentary glance before looking away.
We had an awkward silence, and at that I already wanted to speak to him.
Though I stopped myself...
Instead I hugged him, nuzzling into his shoulder sweetly.
He looked down at me and smiled, ruffling up my hair.
"It's fine bud...we can still practice together"
He chuckled as i giggled softly.
I wanted to play with him...but I just don't have the confidence anymore.
To even talk makes me shiver...
"Is...your dad the reason you don't...y'know talk?"
He then questioned
At the question my shoulders slumped and I looked away at the window, wishing of how desperately I'd like to throw myself out of it.
As an attempt to cheer me up he rubbed the side of my arm warmly but that was prevented from settling as my phone blared in my pocket.
Pulling it out I had received a text of Garroth to get home... just "get home"...that didn't sound Iike Garroth.
Never the less I still had to get home...maybe he was just in a mood.
I showed the text to Dante and he acknowledged it, nodding.
As he took me downstairs and opened the door I then realized that it was in fact raining...figures.
Biting my lip, no coat, no umbrella, I dreaded stepping out into it.
Dante let up a small smile before patting his coat on my shoulders, taking me by surprise while hugging me from behind.
I felt his lips peck my cheek and my entire body froze up, boiling a bright red.
He said nothing, smiling while I slipped my hands through his coat.
It was far too big for me, his sour deodorant emmiting from the licked up collar.
After zipping it up, encasing me within his warmth I lifted the hood over my head, waving back at him as I went.
He knelt on the doorframe while tolerating the rain, watching me walk away into the misty distance.
Each step, each breath, each jolt I made reminded me of the thundering rain, the constant bombardment of cold, wet sewing pins jabbing into my skin.
Dark cotton fleeces waved through the skys annonamously, breaking apart and threading together, crafting a crack in the clouds in which pure sunlight rained in upon.
It stroked across the treetops, dancing across the pavement towards me, looming with great suspicion as it approached my hunched posture.
Arriving home, treading in and hanging up the mustard orange coat Garroth rather suddenly held me in his arms.
He seemed shaken, scared even.
However, I knew Garte and Zianna wasn't due home for another hour...what could he possibly be fearful of?
It was blatantly obvious that he had been crying, his joints all rusty, his throat a wheezing mess...he always gets like this when he's worked up over something.
It seemed pretty bad too...
I gave him a glance and for a mere moment our eyes met.
But guilt...guilt threatened him.
The unholy truth was soon revealed at the sight of watching my own brother...my older brother struggling to even stand up straight.
What had happened to him?
Where did he get that bruise from?
Zane seemed out of this world, looping in and out of focus as if in his own little fantasy world, giggling as if the air was laughing gas.
I didn't dare talk... because deep down, I knew what happened...in a small sector of my brain I believed Garroth had the capability to harm us...
However, I can't stop wishing can I?...it's all kids like me have left in this godforsaken world.
"Come on Zane... please try and focus"
Garroth pleaded, stroking his dark black hair.
Zane just stared, drifting into a silent slumber.
Although we begged he not sleep it was far too obvious that his energy, his very will power had been cut... leaving him to face all kinds of risks.
So, we stayed with him throughout all the evening, all the night...shared shifts in which we could watch over him until morning...and trust me by the time the sun had began rising we both had passed out on the sheets, drooling uncontrollably.
"Mng"
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