Designs
POV: Elena
I wake up exhausted, I don't remember how I ended up in bed, but I know I'm not well at all. I have a fever and pain in every part of my body.
I get out of bed and go to the bathroom because it's almost time to go to school. I take a shower and take care of my wounds, which are worse today.
When I have everything ready, I go down to the kitchen.On the way I meet Eloisa who smiles happily at me and wishes me a beautiful day.
She's up to something.
I go into the kitchen and none of the boys are there yet. I start to prepare my breakfast, I make eggs with bacon and a cup of cinnamon tea.
I sit by the window and look out over the pool area with the intention of watching the sunrise, which is perfect to see there.
I lose my footing with the view I have.
The cup in my hand falls and breaks into several pieces and I run to the pool.
When I get there, my hands are shaking and I panic.
My drawings, all my drawings, torn up and thrown into the pool. A cry of pain comes from the depths of my soul.
I see the drawings Silas made for me and my world falls apart. I reach for one of the drawings, but it melts into the water.
This can't be real. Please. Please.
I pick up a drawing, but the ink is already completely smudged.After so many years, I find myself crying. Tears of pain. My soul aches.
I clutch the paper to my chest and let out a cry of despair as I curl up in on myself.
I hear footsteps coming towards me and Lorenzo is the first to appear. I feel him hold me as I sob uncontrollably, tears falling from my eyes, the same ones I've held back for years since Silas' death.
"They're destroyed," I sob, feeling broken. Helpless.
"Calm down," Lorenzo says tenderly, "It's going to be okay."
"He's gone forever, I can't do this again, I can't," I say incoherently through my tears.
A pain shoots through my chest at the admission. He's dead and I'll never get my drawings back.
Lorenzo picks me up and carries me inside, I hold him, shaking.
A glass of water appears in front of me and I drink it, trying to calm myself.
I hear a whistle and Eloisa enters the room, pretending not to notice what's happening.
Everyone looks at her and I know they know she did it.
Leonardo grabs her arm, angrier than I've ever seen him and asks seriously.
"You did it?" His tone is dark and I tremble in Lorenzo's arms.
"You did what?" She tries to sound confused, but it doesn't convince.
"Elo, if you did it, just tell us." Sandro says calmly, but I can see he's trying to persuade Eloisa.
"I-I," she stutters and with that mistake we know it was her.
I pull away from Lorenzo and walk towards her with determination.
My hand touches her face hard and she looks at me in shock.
"You knew, you always knew what that notebook meant to me," I say coldly, not wanting to go into details, but she obviously doesn't care.
"He was just an idiot kid and they're just drawings," she yells angrily.
"But he died, you idiot," I yell louder and she goes silent. "He died and you destroyed the last part of him I had."
Tears stream down my eyes and no one speaks.
"I hate you, you were never my sister," I say and leave the room.
POV: Eloisa
I hear Elena's scream of satisfaction, I run to my window and see her trying to grab a drawing from the pool, but it tears.
She manages to reach another one and when she sees that they are completely ruined, she collapses.
I have never heard such a painful scream come out of her mouth, but I can say that it satisfies me.
In the years that I have lived with her, I have heard many of her screams and pleas for mercy and they have all lulled me to sleep very well. But the one she gave a few seconds ago was without a doubt my favorite.
I see her cry and in that moment I am shocked, maybe with pity. She hasn't cried in years, not since the death of her idiot best friend.
Lorenzo holds her when she gets to the pool and it irritates me a lot.
Yesterday he was mean to me during dinner, I feel like he is the most distant after Leonardo. But nothing that I can't fix.
I see them coming in and decide to go downstairs. I whistle all the way to the living room as if I don't know anything.
Everyone looks at me, they know I did it and I was expecting it.
Leonardo, who is closest to the door, walks towards me with a murderous look.
"You did it?" His tone is dark and I have to control my fear.
"You did what?" I pretend to be confused, but my fear messes with my tone.
"Elo, if you did it, tell us," Sandro says calmly to me and I know I have no reason to pretend anymore.
"I-I," I stutter to keep my tone innocent.
Elena walks towards me with determination, but she doesn't scare me, she never has.
Her hand hits my face hard. I widen my eyes in shock and hold my face.
"You knew, you always knew what that notebook meant to me," she says and I lose any composure I was trying to maintain.
"He was just an idiot kid and they're just drawings," I yell irritably.
"But he died, you idiot," she screams louder and I stay silent, shocked. "He died and you destroyed the last part of him that I had left."
Tears stream down her eyes and no one says anything.
"I hate you, you were never my sister," she finally says and leaves the room.
I know she meant that last sentence with all her heart, but I couldn't care less.
My cheek burns from the slap and I rub where she hit me.
How dare that worthless orphan touch me?
I'm going to destroy every single thing that's precious to her. Make her remember that this is my life and that she has no right to touch me.
I spent fifteen years of my life with that bastard, with my parents raising her, showing her her place and how to behave. And then in a week she thinks she can touch me, that she can try to be more than me.
I'm going to teach that girl a lesson she'll never forget.
"Eloisa." Lorenzo pulls me out of my thoughts.
I look around and everyone is looking at me in disappointment.
"Why did you do that?" Vicente asks, assessing me, every breath and movement.
"Because she fought with me yesterday," I say, looking down at my hands. "She said this wasn't our place, she said you'd never love us."
Neither of them speak, because they know she'd really say that.
"I took her sketchbook so she wouldn't try to run away, but when she said none of you would love us I got mad and acted without thinking."
"You should have come to us, you should have told any of us and not destroyed your sister's things," Luca scolds me and I look at him with regret.
"I want you to apologize to your sister," Lorenzo says angrily. "And you're grounded for a week without electronics and cheerleaders."
I look at him ready to protest, but the look on his face makes me stay quiet.
"You can go to school," Vicente says and we leave to get our things.