Forced Sibblings

A/N

You guys, forgive me? I was super sick and exhausted and I coulden’t even finish editing, but I did it and it’s long as hell so I hope you like it just as much as I do.

Among the crowd of people, I saw him. My heart quickened, and the anger in my me forced me to walk in his direction.

“Stella, where are you going?” Sarah asked.

“Go without me,” I said, my voice lowering a couple notches and my eyes glued to him as my demeanor ran cold—colder than they have ever seen, especially since I wear a mask every time I enter the school or anywhere nowadays. I walk over to him until we’re face-to-face my teeth clenched.

“Are you following me?” I asked.

“No, it was a coincidence, I swear,” he said, quickly sounding a bit dazed. He looked as if he was bracing himself for something.

“I told you I never wanted to see you again, so why are you here?” He opened his mouth to speak, but I talked over him. “Stay the fuck away-” Before I could finish my sentence, his hands grabbed me and pulled me closer to him. I heard a speeding bike and looked over behind me, seeing it pass and almost run over several other people. My friends were gone, I looked back at Dimitri. I pushed him away from me and stepped back, not giving myself more than a second to relish his embrace. I just stared at him and backed away, walking in whatever direction.

I pride myself on regulating my feelings and being in control of myself even if the surrounding circumstances change, but every time I’m around him, I feel so much all at once, whether it be anger, sadness, or happiness. It’s too much. Maybe that was another reason why I hated him so much growing up—because I couldn’t control my feelings around him, whether it was taking any opportunity to mess with him or yell at him like he did me.

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When I got home, I slammed the door closed, resting my back on it trying to catch my breath. I stopped myself from closing my eyes, knowing that the only thing that I would be able to see was his face and the sensation of his arms around me as he helped me close. Tears weld up in my eyes, I felt like I was going insane.

What’s happening to me?

Heeeey, what’s up? Annie said, slowly resting her teacup on the counter and giving me a worried look. I looked up at her.

Nothing. I’m going to go to your shower, okay?

Sure,” she said, still giving me that confused to look.

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Scott’s POV

Our practice was over, the team and I sat on the floor of the gym, talking, drinking water, catching our breath’s before another day of training tomorrow. Then my phone starts to ring. I look at the caller ID seeing that it was Stella was calling.

“Hey.” I said with a smile on my face.

“Just calling to check up on you.”

“Aw, you miss me already?” I said getting off the ground and walking twords the exit.

“God no.” She said with a little too much enthusiasm. “I’m just making sure you’re still alive.”

“I saw you last friday, what could happen in that amount of time?”

“Waaay to much, that’s why I’m calling.”

“Girl, you know I’m the epitome of responsibility.” I said emphasiving the girl part.

“Ugh, don’t ever call me girl.”

“You know you love it.” I said teaseing her.

“I’m hanging up now.” She said. I smirked down at my phone.

These past 2 years have been quiet between Stella, Jackson, Oliver and Dimitri. Against all my protests, Stella undid the adoption process, retrieving our original last name. I won’t lie I was upset, our birth parents abandon us as babies, and all things considered Tyler and Melissa were our parents, so I just couldn’t wrap my head around why she would want to be separated from the only people that actually cared about us and wanted us.

But then again, I don’t usually understand the things that go through Stella’s head. Sometimes I think the reason why she did it was to somehow find herself without the name. Maybe she’s trying to become the person she was before we were adopted? It makes sense, but it still doesn’t sit right with me.

Dimitri and I talked during Oliver’s Art Exhibit. It was winter, I knew he would be there, but I didn’t care, I wanted to support my brother. The bustling noises of people annoyed me, so I walked out. The last time I saw him at the house he had a bruised eye that was slowly turning into a black one, and I honestly didn’t want to have to see his face again, until he walked out of the exhibit and I looked up at him.

“Scott.” He said my name with a sad smile. He had a beard too. If Stella were here she would have said that it looked like a Chia Pet growing on his face. It didn’t look bad, but it made him look a lot more like Tyler.

“What?” I said, my hands in my pockets.

“It’s good to see you.”

“Mhm.” I hummed, not wanting the other things that I was desperately wanting to say leave my mouth.

“How are you?” He kept talking, trying to start up a conversation. I close my eyes and let out a sigh.

“Stop, just stop, what do you want.” I said, finding his attempts to speak to me painful.

“I’m sorry.” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Why, why my sister?” I said, throwing up my hands. “You hated her.”

“I wouldn’t say I hated her.”

“You literally said on multiple occasions you hated her. So why?” We stood there for a moment as he collected his thoughts.

“It started off as trying to make her stay as uncomfortable as possible, then we ended up-”

“Ok! Don’t tell me every detail, I don’t want to know.” I said, feeling vomit come up my throat. He smirked then continued.

“I think after seeing her have a panic attack, I-

“What?” I said caught off guard.

“You didn’t know?” he asked me, his head tilted slightly to the side.

“No I didn’t.”

“Well, I was there for two or three, but she told me she had a ton while living at the boarding School.” He said that last part quieter. I was stunned, till this day Stella hasn’t said a single word about a panic attack, even after a year being in the same city I still have absolutely no idea who my sister is.

“Ok, keep going.” I said hesitantly.

“Well, after the first panic attack, I just started to see her as more human. She pushed me away constantly, but for some reason I wanted to be there for her.”

“So like, when did it start?” I asked him, not wanting to know the details, just wanting to know the facts. He looked at me confused, “You know.” I made hand gestures, giving him a hint.

“Oh.” he said furrowing his eyebrows, his face scrunching at my gestures, but I don’t know why he’s grossed out he’s the one who fucked my sister. “It... it started about a week before September ended.”

“Jesus Christ,” I said under my breath, covering my eyes, rubbing them before composing myself.

“Then after True Air’s 20th anniversary, she ended it.” My mouth hung open.

“That’s a long ass time.”

“Yeah.” He said, agreeing with me, looking down at the ground. I let out a sigh. I was scared to ask him my last question, not because it was disgusting or because it made me uncomfortable, I was just terrified that he would be the exact monster that I thought he was. A man that would see a girl in a vulnerable state and take advantage of that over and over again, especially when she doesn’t know how to properly explain her feelings to others.

“Did you at least care about her? Because you keep saying that you’re sorry, but for years now you treated her like she was something to pick up and throw away when you were done with it.” He looked directly in my eyes’ confidence apparent in them.

“Ever since mom and dad died I’ve always been trying to look for a distraction something to take my mind off of the hard stuff, but Stella constantly confronted the hard things that scared her, it made me feel a lot safer around her. The moment I hugged her, my problems went away, not because she was distracting me away from them, but because it felt like she was giving me her strength. I have never cared about anyone more than I actually cared about Stella, and the day she found out about what I did...broke me. It made me confront how terrible of a decision I made in the midst of grief.”

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Stella’s POV

I jolted awake to the shrill ringtone of my phone slicing through the silence of the night. I squinted at the caller ID, but my vision was too blurred to make out the name. Despite my confusion, I answered the call, thinking that it might be urgent.

“Hello?,” I murmured.

“Hi, is this Stella?“I heard a man’s voice on the other sid of the phone that I have never heard before.

“This is she, who is this?” I said my brows knitting together in confusion.

“This is Dom. I’m Mr. Presley’s assistant,”

My heart skipped a beat, and my stomach churned at the mention of Dimitri’s name. Glancing at the caller ID again, I rubbed my eyes, realizing it was Dimitri’s number. My finger hovered over the end call button, but before I could hang up, Dom continued with a more casual tone of voice.

“Look, Dimitri is drunk out of his mind and refuses to leave unless you come and get him.”

I cursed inwardly, feeling a mix of feelings that I’m to tired to desifer. “Fine, I’ll be there,” I replied before ending the call. Dragging myself out of bed, I made minimal effort in getting dressed, slipping into beige slippers, light gray sweatpants, and a large, black T-shirt under my oversized fluffy teddy bear sweater. Grabbing my car keys, I headed out. Surprisingly after maybe 15 tries I received my driver’s license, honestly best day of my life, the group was so proud of me.

I started up the car after receiving a notification of the place they were at. I got out of the car after parking and looked up at the humongous building. I walked in seeing the servers clean up what looks like the aftermath of a party. I looked down at my outfit and theirs, a stark contrast to their Tuxedos and dresses. Spotting a man on his phone at the far end of the largest establishment, I approached him feeling exhausted and most likely looking it aswel, and his expression shifted to relief as he recognized me.

“You must be Dom,” I said.

“And you must be Stella, we talked on the phone earlier yeah.” He said then held out his hand for me to shake. I gave him a sloppy handshake then he led me through the hallways,

“So what is he doing, breaking shit?” I asked.

“Surprisingly, he’s a sleepy drunk,” Dom remarked, catching me off guard.

“Was not expecting that.” I said hearing my groggy voice slightly echo through the hallway. He opend the door to a dimly lit room, with alcohol littering the luxurious coffee table Dimitri’s large fame on the white leather couch, his legs spread apart and an arm over his eyes. The moment I laid eyes on him I had this urge to just leave him there, to pretend that I was never there and that it was a dream, a horrible mistake, but I forced myself to walk in. Dom went over to him and started to shake him awake, after a couple of groans he put his arm down to the side and looked over at Dom.

“Unless you get her I’m not leaveing.” His words coming out a bit slured.

“Look up, dummy,” I said, seeing him lifted his head as his gaze met mine. His hair was gelled back but then desheveld, the top few buttons of his botton down were open and his tie was loosened. Some how in a drunkin state he still looked like a calvin klein model. I suck my teeth iratated by him just looking at me.

“Get up, because I’m about to pick you up,” I said then turnd around to exit the room. Just secods after I said that I heard him get up. We then made our way out of the establishment. Dom helped him in the back of the car. It was a quite car ride as I tryed to focuse on the directions Dom sent me and not the man that I’ve been hateing for 2 years soft snores. After we arived I tryed and faild to pull the extremly heavy man of the seat he slept in. I then vigorrously started to shack the man awake like he stole somthing from me. Dimitri woke up a weird look on his face.

“If you don’t want me to leave you here sleping on the pavement,then get your ass up.” I said that last part loud enough for him to stay awake.

After a long and journy to his apartment I opend his door with his password. We walked in and Dimitri stumbled off to his room, ai walked after him openinh the door for him. He flopped on his bed almost missing it. I pulled off his dress shoes leaveing them next to his bed then helped take off his tie for him leaving in on his bed side table. I started to walkout of thr room when I felt a tug on my sweatpants, I looked down at a half asleep dimitri.

“Don’t go yet.”