Althea

Khaos Love, it's nothing but a hideous phantasm. Eamon bawls his eyes out, stomping around the room. I roll my eyes at his antics before shoving another spoonful of cereal in my mouth. “ Why are your eyes peeing so much today, Eamon?” I smile at him. He turned around, his eyes narrowed like an Asian cat as he glared at me. I shrug, going back to eating my cereal when he begins crying more loudly. Eamon is my younger brother and we hate each other. He hates me because I’m an asshole and I hate him because he is no less than an asshole. “My toy broke.” he sobs to himself. “My toy broke.” I mimic him. “Shut up, Khaos,” “Shut up, Khaos.” I giggle as my five-year-old brother’s face goes red in anger. “I hate you.” he screeches. “Feelings are mutual, brother,” I mutter when our nanny, Violetta, rushes in with panic written across her face. “Your father is home, boys,” she says, picking Eamon up, wiping his face. “He comes home every day, Violetta.” I look up at her distressed form. My father is a scary man, not gonna lie but she’s acting as if he is here to collect a debt or something. “He wants to meet you two,” she says, combing Eamon’s hair with her fingers. “No, thank you,” I mutter. I ain’t a fan of my father. He is a man who knows only about fame and money. Family was never important to him, and nor was my mother. Probably that’s why he treats her like s**t. “That wasn’t a question, Khaos. Come on.” She snaps, pulling me out of my chair by my arm. “Fine, stop being violent, Violetta.” I snap, pulling my arm out of her grasp. Eamon sticks his tongue out at me as we both walk into the front hall. My stepmother was sitting on the couch with my sister, Maria. Maria is my father’s darling. She is older than me but I hate her too. She forgot our mumma so easily and accepted Emma as our mom. I’m never forgiving her for this. Maria is ten years old, Eamon is five, and I am seven, and we all hate each other equally. Perfect sibling goals. “Good afternoon, father.” Eamon bows his head down in respect. I turn around, giving my father the sweetest smile ever. Gosh, I hate this man so much! “Yeah, afternoon.” I roll my eyes. Father’s face twists in anger as he glares at me. I roll my eyes again when something catches my eyes, or should I say someone. There was a mini human hiding behind my father. Brown hair like chocolate, green eyes like the cabbages Violetta forced me to eat last night. There was mud and grass all over her tiny form. Who the f**k is she? “What is that?” Eamon points at her. She clutches my father’s pants, looking up at him. She didn’t even reach his knees properly. Father smiles at us, kneeling beside her. “This is Althea. She is two years old.” he ruffled her hair. “And ?” Emma retorts. “She’ll be staying with us.” Father’s voice sounds like an electric current echoing in the room. “What? Why? Is she the result of one of your affairs?” Emma’s anger knew no bounds by now and, man, I was enjoying myself. “Emma, control your tongue. No, she isn’t my child. I killed her parents, so now we have to keep her.” Father says, glancing back at the little girl. She was staring at the walls, the table, the floor, the chandeliers, us, and everything in the room. I don’t like her eyes. Eeww. “Why can’t you just put her in an orphanage or something?” Emma grumbles. “Violetta, take the girl upstairs.” father growls. “Yes, master.” Violetta immediately drags the girl up the stairs, wasting no time. “I can’t do that, Emma. She was Althea Dominique, the sole heir of the Dominique ’s.” Father sits in his armchair, waiting for Emma to respond, whose mouth was open like a dead fish. “Y-you killed Samuel Dominique and got his daughter?” she gasps, stumbling back. “He was my biggest rival and if I let the girl go or put her in an orphanage, they will surely locate her, but no one will ever even get the thought of her being here.” My father’s smirk was evil. For once, I thought he was doing something good by getting a poor child home, but this bastard won’t even breathe if it doesn’t benefit him. “So why is she here, and when will she leave?” Maria chimes in. “She is the sole heir of the Dominique’s. They would surely think of making her the next leader of their gang, making them powerful again, which I can’t afford. She will stay here, be one of us without knowing her real identity, and then we’ll get her married to Eamon.” “Wait, what?” Eamon’s face drained out of colors as he stared at my father. “Yes, Eamon. Dare you to deny my words?” Father smirks at my little brother. “Sorry, father,” he mumbles, bowing his head. Coward! “Congrats, you’re a married man now,” I whisper to Eamon as his face twists in disgust. “She’s ugly.” he pouts. Ugly? Yeah, she is ugly. Maybe. A little. I’m lying. She's cute. Eeww. _._ “Argh, shut up.” I groan, hiding my face in the pillows. The sound of that girl crying her lungs out still tortured my eardrums. I’ve been trying to sleep for the last two hours, yet that stupid little barbie can’t keep shut. At last, I threw my covers off, jumping out of bed. My footsteps resonated behind me as I pushed the door of her room, which was right beside mine. My anger slowly submerged at the sight of her. She was on the floor, crying pathetically. Is she in pain? Did she fall? I groan, pulling her little body up from the floor, placing her on the bed. She was light as cotton candy. “Stop crying, little kitten,” I mumble, wiping her face, which was smeared with tears and saliva. “Mmm-mum,” she mumbles, looking up at me. “No, I’m not your mum.” I roll my eyes, wiping the fat tears running down her cheeks. “ Dadda?” “Not your dadda either.” “Go to sleep.” I pat her head as she looks up at me with those green eyes. They reminded me of the green plants my mother planted. Stop thinking about her eyes, Khaos! Althea clutches onto my hand, hugging it before she closes her heavy, teary eyes. My hand shook as I touched her hair. They were soft and silky just like the chocolate I ate last week. It was so silky that I slipped from my fingers but I made good use of it by giving it to Eamon, he had no idea about the days that piece of chocolate saw. I tried pulling my hand from her hold, but she had a firm grip on me. I sigh, lying on the bed beside her. Her cute little snores filled into the silent atmosphere, making me giggle. Kissing her forehead, I closed my eyes, unknowingly gifting myself with an irresistible obsession I could never escape from. Stupid Althea. _._ Lilah's Note This book is recommended for 21+ But if you're not over 21, and you think you'll be able to handle it, do it! All the copyrights of this book belong to me. Any reproduction of this book/plot without my permission is illegal. This book contains violence, domestic abuse, PTSD, mental illness, rape, drugs, manipulation, prostitution, murder, blood, gore and things that can be emotionally triggering. This book does not encourage any of the acts mentioned above, eg.violence, rape, drugs. Hate will not be tolerated. Either it's on the author or the readers. We do not need your negativity here. If any point, you think things are getting too shitty, please show yourself the door, honey. 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