The Broken Angel & Her Overprotective Brothers

I stared at the pile that I had created on my head.

It had taken me barely five minutes to grab all the new clothes that I and Daniel bought the previous day.

All the luxury bags and cosmetics were also piled up on the bed with the clothes.

A tiny voice somewhere in the back of my mind was trying to tell me that I was going to do something that I would regret later.

But the bigger part of my mind which was suffering in pain and agony was in no mood of listening.

It just wanted to vent out its frustration and destroy all those things that were making it suffer.

My hands trembled as I picked up the matchbox which was sitting in the top drawer of my desk.

I suddenly heard faint footsteps that were coming upstairs towards my room. Looked the time limit of ten minutes was already over.

I hurriedly lit up and dropped it on the satin top. It barely took the top a few seconds to catch fire.

By now the footsteps grew louder as the person entered the hall where all the bedrooms were located.

My entire body was trembling at this point. Tears once again were running down my cheeks as sobs finally made their way out of my lips.

As I heard faint knocks on my bedroom door, my eyes landed on the photo frames that were resting on my desk and bedside table.

I could hear a faint voice calling my name from behind the door but my mind was too distracted to understand anything.

The memories of my dark past once again appeared in front of my eyes, making cold shivers run throughout my entire body.

My hands automatically covered my ears as so many voices started shouting at me, taking all the energy out of my body.

I tumbled on my desk as my body refused to cooperate with me. Looked like it was also tired of me and my pathetic life.

Black spots appeared in front of my already blurry eyes, my head was throbbing in pain, and the smoke that was coming from the burning clothes did not help my situation at all.

For a moment I thought that I heard some kind of ringing sound, completely unaware that because of the fire and smoke the more alarm had gone off.

Not only that but Leo, who had been the one knocking on my door all this time, also noticed the smoke that was coming out from my room through the slight gap between the floor and the door.

The pounding on the door increased as Leo shouted for me to open the door. However, my entire focus was on the photo frames.

I picked up the first frame in my hands as I stared at the blurred image of me with the woman who was known as my mother.

I gritted my teeth as anger and pain rose inside me. With all my might I threw the frame at the wall behind my bed and it immediately shattered into pieces and dropped on my bed and around it.

My hand reached out for the second frame as my ears registered the several voices that were coming from outside my room.

The smoke had covered the entire room and my eyes were burning. Breathing was also becoming harder with each passing second but the rage inside me was still nowhere near calming down.

I was sobbing as I broke frames after frames and destroyed my entire room. I didn't even notice that my hands were bleeding as shards of glass had pierced the skin.

I could not even feel the slightest pain from those cuts. All my mind was feeling at that moment was pure agony.

The shouts outside my room increased and it took my hazy mind some time to realize that they were trying to break the door.

However, I did not care about anything anymore. I was feeling so empty at that moment, so lost, so hopeless.

The darkness that had been calling my name all this time once again reappeared in front of my eyes, luring me towards its dark abyss.

I stood there like a statue as I watched the fire spread into the bedcovers.

Suddenly a loud bang sound disturbed the silence and then I watched three of the Alessandro brothers trying to control the fire as they used fire extinguisher to kill the fire. Another one was opening the windows of my room to let the thick smoke escape from the confinement of the four walls of the room.

It was not until a harsh grip on my arm made me turn to face Domenic, did I finally realized that I was not able to breathe.

However, what the Alessandro brothers noticed was my disheveled appearance and emptiness that were covering my eyes.

I was waiting for Domenic to start shouting at me for ruining the bedroom, for wasting their money, and being a brat, a psycho.

However, what I noticed was a flicker of panic in his eyes as he took in my appearance.

"Sorellina..."

His hands tried to take my face in his palm but I backed away from his touch. If it was a few hours ago, I would have been surprised and ecstatic at the sudden change in Domenic's expression.

His current expressions showed that he cared, that behind hid cool and calm facade there was a hidden tender side of him that cared about her.

But she was no longer a fool. She was not going to keep herself in darkness anymore.

The shock and worry covered Domenic's eyes but I did not need them anymore.

As I kept moving backward, my back hit something hard, something firm, and before I knew my body was falling towards the ground.

I heard several panicked shouts as they called my name. My eyes were tightly shut as I waited to hit the cold hard floor.

The darkness that had been trying so hard to take over me was finally winning and I was too tired to fight anymore.

Just when I thought that I was about to hit the ground, a pair of firm arms caught me and I found myself held in a warm embrace.

I tried to see the face of the person who was holding me but it was too much work for my eyes.

Before I knew the darkness took over me and I drifted off into the dark and cold abyss.