My Protective Badboys

Friends?

   Niko P.O.V

    I return to the room and I see Luca holding on to Eliza for dear life, she is sobbing into his shoulder, soaking his shirt but he doesn’t care. He looks hurt for some reason, as if he is hurt by her pain. Luca knows her pain more than I do, Luca and I have been inseparable since we first met each other I met Luca when we were 7, after we were born, our mother left our father but only took one of us, she didn’t want me, and I have always been pained by that but I got over it the second I met Luca. When he walked in our door he had dark circles under his eyes, he looked physically exhausted and mentally to, he had scars that ran the length of his back, he looked like he had walked through hell and back, and he had the longest walk.

    When I saw my brother for the first time, I felt all of his pain, I felt each scar and knew what they were from instantly, some from a belt, some from a cigar or cigarette, some from a beer bottle, he didn’t have to tell me because I already knew. It took him a long time to open up to us, for him to even tell us what had happened to him. I walked quietly over to them, setting the key down on the bench at the end of the bed and I walked over to sit on the other side of Eliza. At first I am hesitant about touching her, as I don’t want to startle her but I gently lay my hand on her shoulder. She flinches at the sudden contact but relaxes when she sees it's me. “ I finally  figured it out,” she says quietly enough for us to hear her, but know one, else, as if there was someone else in the room with us.

 “ Figured what out Eliza?,”  Luca and I asked simultaneously.. Eliza looked up with puffy eyes, a red nose, and a single tear that had escaped her eye. She looked between Luca and I a couple of times and she said, with a straight face, “ It’s your eyes, I knew something was different but I never really looked to figure it out.” she said distantly. “ Figure what out Eliza?,” I asked intrigued. “ I finally figured out that it’s your eyes that are different from my brother’s,” as those words came from her mouth, Luca and I tensed, “when I had my panic attack this morning, when I finally opened my eyes, all I felt were piercing ice blue eyes that bore into my skin, but it didn’t feel the same. It didn’t feel like my brother's eyes. I looked at your eyes now and realized that they aren't just blue, Niko, your left eye is three quarters blue and a quarter brown and your right eye is blue, and Luca your left eye is blue and your right eye is three quarters blue and a quarter brown.” she said, fear apparent in her eyes, but nowhere else.

    “Why do you have those photos Eliza?” I asked almost silently but loud enough for Luca, Eliza and I to hear. The fear in her eyes disappears and is replaced by a certain kind of terror that not even Luca has seen. She placed her hands one over the other, on top of her sternum, as if to feel if her heart was beating, she squeezed her hands together and she fought to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over the eyelids that held many years of tears. “I-I keep th-those photos…. To remind me of the pain and unanswered questions.” she said as her voice broke, and she stumbled over her words. “ What questions?”  I asked almost silently, but loud enough for only Luca and Eliza to hear.

    “The only questions there could be, why me, what did I do to deserve it, was it my fault, did I ask for it, am I a slut, am I a w***e, why did he want me?”  she rambles off with trauma laced in every word, with hurt in her being.