His Miracle

Chapter Three

With every step to the side I take I'm getting far away from these two. And as I got closer to the door I thanked my lucky stars for letting me escape, but yet again my dramatic fate will never let things go smoothly.

I was just one step closer to the staircase, my runaway plan has succeeded, but of course that was before I hit the hard solid wall.

The wall that I yet have to know how in the hell did it get there.

I looked up with my eyes wide open to find no one other than the greek God standing in front of me with a smirk in his face.

"Where do you think your self going?" He said.

I think I just heard an angel singing.

Suddenly he put his hand around my forearm. Electrical chokes filled my whole form, from the simple touch and I jumped back squealing and clutching my forearm with my hand.

What the hell did just happen?

The guy eyes were wide open in visible confusion.

"What the hell was that? Do have you an electronic teaser?" I shot at him rubbing my arm up and down.

"I didn't do anything" he said back.

"What do you mean? Demons did that? Or the air around us?" I argued back.

"I don't know, it's not my problem if you are mentally unstable and you imagine things!"

Why is he arguing with me? What is he five?

"Yea...." i was cut out short by a loud grunt. I whip my head back to find Alex and the other guy looking at us with anger.

Well Alex was throwing daggers at me.

"Jordan.what the hell are you doing? I told you over and over again to stop bringing your wh*res to the house. And specially the ones who are underage" Said the guy, glancing over at me.

Oh this is Jordan! He is just like his brother.

Not shocked but disappointed. I couldn't deal with one crazy brother this afternoon and now I have to deal with two of them.

Umm wait, does he mean me?

"I didn't.." he interrupted again, " I don't want to hear your excuses. Just take the girl home. And I don't want to see this b***h Alex again in my house"

Wait what? Why is he talking about me and the Alex girl as if we are not standing few feet away from him.

"By the way big guy, I'm standing right here" I voiced. "And who ever said I'm a w***e and came with that thing here" I said pointing to what seem now to be Jordan.

He mumbled a 'hey' but I paid him no attention. I just kept on rambling. "Is this how you guys normally treat people? First it was that Jason stupid guy, then that girl calling me a homeless b***h and now you with the w***e. By the way, I didn't go to the orphanage and sign the adoption paperworks, you guys did. Now can someone tell me who in the hell did that! I would love to have a word with him or her or whatever" I finished at loss of breaths.

With no one answering I looked around and the three of them are looking at me as If I lost it.

"You came from the orphanage?" Big guy finally spoke out. I nodded.

All of the sudden I was pulled into his embrace. The sudden hug made my heart go all over the places. I don't know what should I do.

Like should I hug him? Or push him away?

The hug is way too cozy and I don't feel like pulling away.

I have never experienced the fatherly or brotherly kind of affection. Is this how does it feel to be hugged by your brother?

But yet again I don't want to let this feeling sink in. I don't want to have falls hope. I had them once and it didn't end up too well.

I awkwardly patted his back.

After a few minutes later it was getting too much.

"Umm excuse me? I will suffocate" I said out after the hug got really suffocating.

The guy finally unwrapped his arms around me and mumbled a 'sorry'.

I released a breath that I didn't even know I was holding. The room right now seems crowded I don't know why, maybe it's the fact that Dylan is standing next to Jordan with a look on his face that I didn't quite know what does it mean.

Pushing that to the side, I looked to the guy who is now giving me a wide smile.

Okay he is starting to creep me out.

Dylan walked closer to us and put his hand over the guy's shoulders. They did a brotherly hand shake, shared a look and smiled at each other brightly nodding their heads.

They really look so similar to each other. If it wasn't for the obvious age gap they would have been identical twins.

"I see that you already met our brother Ali" Dylan said.

Umm our brother? Ali?

"I'm Dominic, Dylan's older brother and the owner of this house" he said with a bright smile. He looks nothing like the guy who was throwing daggers at the Alex minutes ago. He looks genuinely happy.

Happy about what? I still need to figure that out.

And what does he mean by the owner of the house? Don't they have parents? He doesn't look that old to actually own a house like this.

Too many questions needs to be answered

"Umm yeah, I just did" I said awkwardly answering Dylan's question.

Dominic walked ones more closer to me and put his hands on my shoulder gripping them tightly. "God I can't believe you are finally here" he said pushing me in for another hug. But this was tighter which really made me feel like I'm losing my breathes.

"Whow bro you are really going to kill her" Jordan said to Dominic patting his shoulder.

"Oh sorry sorry" he apologized once more. I just nodded with a tight smile.

"Can I umm, know what the hell is going on here?" I said the last part shouting. Dominic seems taken back a little but he just chuckled.

What's so funny?

"There's nothing funny about that. Who are you guys and why do keep on hugging me as if I was lost and you just found me" his eyes widened for a second.

"Ohh uhm" he looked back at Dylan who is now has a nervous look.

"You know..umm" he stuttered.

How can a big guy stutter like a geek girl? I crossed my arms over my chest and taped my foot on the floor impatiently.

"I..I was walking by the Orphanage a few days ago, and then I saw you. You remind me of my mother ,because uh..well you kind of look like her. And I decided it will be better to bring you home" he finished.

I nodded my head thinking about his words.

Do I believe him? No, really I don't.

With the way he is visibly sweating, I think there's something fishy going on there.

They keep on calling me sister. I don't think it's normal to call a girl who you know nothing about your sister from the first time you meet her. There's really something wrong with these guys.

After some time, Alex left the house with Jordan after her. I think they are together or something like that. And as in for Dominic who tried to convince me so hard to call him brother or even 'Dom' which I refused.

There's something about calling people nicknames that I don't like.

The both of them left me in the living room with the tv turned on saying that they will come back to take me for dinner.

It hasn't been that long and I already feel so freaking bored.

But yet again this is just me. Bored all the time. Back in the orphanage house I used to go help Marian the kitchen worker with cooking dinner. She was such a nice lady, who used to get me chocolate bars all the time.

Now that I think about it I didn't even say goodbye to her. I'm really such an ungrateful girl.

Tears welled up in my eyes from the unwanted guilt. I need to go visit her. The woman really has been more of a mother to me than my own.

My mother who I have never met. The woman who never cared to see me.

I heard the front door open and close, quickly I wiped the few tears that have fallen unwillingly. I sat straight looking at the thing that is playing on the TV.

I heard the sound of footsteps going up the stairs in a quick movement, I decided not to pay attention to it.

As I think about what’s happening, I find it very weird. Like most of the orphans I was brought to the orphanage when I was just a baby. I was given the name Aliyah by one of the oldest workers there who died a few years ago. They took care of me and I have been living there ever since. There’s nothing about my parents or the person who put me in front of the orphanage door. I have nothing from my parents. They just left me there with nothing.

Or at least that what they told me whenever I asked about my family.

I never do that anymore. I get to accept everything that happened to me. Accepting the fact that I dont have a family and I might never have one. That was it ,until this family came.

I can’t help but have questions. Questions about everything.

Why did they adopt me? Obviously I’m not buying the whole ‘you look like my mother’ thing.

Where the hell are their parents? Like I have never seen all these teenagers living in a house a lone. Not in this town.

Rosewood is a really small town. And the Blacks are richest family around here, they own almost everything in this town.

It will be a shock to everyone in town to know that they adopt a girl from the girls orphanage.

I let out a sigh in defeat. I’m done with all of this mind wrecking. I have to know what’s going on here, and I will. Hopefully pretty soon.