Chiara Daveys. Chiara is 17 years old living alone in England, supported by her group of friends after the passing of her mother.
What she's unaware of is the 6 overprotective older brothers she has searching for her after she was taken when she wa...
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Later that day, almost immediately after Oscar has left me alone, my door is being unlocked.
"Adam, fuck off," I shout after the door has been closed, looking through my new clothes I bought on my way back from the Quay through town.
"But, Chiara," I hear him whine before he appears through the living room door, "I'm so bored."
"You're a fucking child," I laugh, folding up my new skirt.
"We're going to the twins'," he announces, literally throwing himself onto the sofa besides me.
"Fun," I mutter, picking off a piece of fluff from the fabric.
"Bit more enthusiasm, Chi?" He cups a hand around his ear, leaning in closer towards me.
"Fun!" I repeat with a false enthusiastic smile.
"That's more like it!" He claps his hands and I laugh in amusement, "come on, come on, come on," he groans, "we've got to get going."
"Fine," I huff, "let me change into comfier clothes though," I rush out before sprinting up the stairs knowing his reaction to that wouldn't be... too positive.
"Chiara! Don't take decades," he calls up to me.
"Cunt," I shout down at him as I open my bedroom door and head straight towards the wardrobe.
I never take 'decades'.
I keep my hair the same and my top but change into some white baggy joggers and put my black platform converses on, leaving my jewellery as it is.
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I do, however, stop to wipe off my mascara and reapply it, also re-lining my lips and putting a blush pink coloured lip gloss over
I eventually make my way downstairs where Adam is obviously faking sleep.
I lick my finger and shove it in his ear.
He immediately jumps up, squirmy, "Ewww, Chi. You silly bitch," he aggressively rubs his ear, face scrunched up.
"Lots of love," I reply to him, grabbing my phone from out of my pocket after it buzzed.
"Out we go go go," Adam is pushing me out as I slowly walk towards the front door, focusing on replying to Oscar's message.
