"So you believe me then?" Laying back into his arms, I made circular motions on his bare chest.

I hadn't looked up, but I could tell his love sick expression had changed to a stiff one.

Looking up towards him, his face was pointed towards his desk like he hadn't heard a damn thing.

Sitting up, I looked at him with my eyebrows furrowed and my eyes slightly squinted.

"You still dont believe me, do you?" Clearing his throat, he was about to say something before a body had climbed into his room from his window.

Tate quickly got to his feet and rushed to the body currently on the floor.

"Elliot, what the fuck are you doing?" Elliot got to his feet in soft chuckles. Brushing his denim jacket off, he looked in my direction and shot me a wink.

Staring back at his brother, he pulled out something from his back pocket and began to light it with his lighter.

"Oh, nice to see you to Tate. How's it going Elliot? Oh im fine, just thought I'd drop in.....Literally" Laughing to himself, he slowly stopped as he saw Tate was barely amused.

"Oh kayyy...." He said awkwardly.

Tate looked him up and down and slightly laughed at the sight of Elliots choice of clothing.

"Nice shorts" Looking down at Elliots bright orange shorts, I couldnt help but laugh also.

Elliots head snapped back around to face me and smiled upon seeing the disgusted look on my face.

"Carmela, right? The girl that made out with me at the wreck? If you dont mind me saying, but you were amazing, definately top 5" He said with a smirk clearly on his lips.

"Look here Mr mystery brother-" I had gotten up and started to walk towards him with my fists by my side.

"I dont know who you think you are-"

"Oh, Im the brother of the guy you're trying to make a fool of. " He was doing the same, as he began to take small steps towards me.

"I swear to jesus I will punch you in the throat if you don't shut up" Pulling my fist back, it was cupped as Tate stood infront of Elliot and I, and groaned.

"Why dont both of you just shut up?" I looked up at him and scoffed.

Ripping my hand from out of his grip, he messaged his temples as Elliot stuck his tongue out in my direction.

"That's enough" Tate sighed.

"Its the pretty ones, its always the pretty ones who're the devious bitches" Elliot mumbled under his breath.

Tate gave him a rough push at the chest, making me slightly jump at the impact.. Elliot gave an annoyed smile as he got shoved towards the wall.

"I said, that was enough. You know this so called bitch is my girlfriend" Elliot gave him a hard shove back, before heading back to the window.

"You and I both know you dont do the commitment thing, she's nothing but your little distraction, just like Honey was" On that note, he looked at me like I was a piece of trash, before climbing down.

Tate was still staring at the spot on the wall where he had shoved Elliot. What was I supposed to say?

"Thanks"....Nothing.

Resting my hand softly on his shoulder, I tensed as he tried to shove it away.

To be fairly honest, I was done with all this confusing shite. I was done with the not knowing fuck all. I just didnt want to feel clueless all the bloody time.

"Can you at least speak to me?" Growing impatient, I ran a hand through my knot filled hair, and waited for something, anything.

"Why cant you just talk to me?!" spinning around, he furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me with a bitter expression

"What do you want to know Carmela?! Speak to me, Speak to me. Jesus christ Carmela just stop!" Throwing his hands in his hair, I started to storm towards the door but stopped as I heard him scoff.

Spinning on my heels, I marched back up to him, I pointed my finger in his face before screaming.

"You dont get it do you?! Im trying to find out what goes on up in that shitty brain of yours! Im trying to help you, idiot!" Slapping him on his chest, he threw one of the books on his desk to the other side of the room.

"What is it with you girls?! 'I want to help, let me help you' I dont need help, I don't need anyone fucking pitying me!" Pointing his finger in my face, I slapped it away and shook my head in annoyance.

"For fucks sake Tate, I just want to- I just want to understand you. Understand your probl-"

"You wanna know my problems?" He spat out in a way that made me take a step back.

"Yes.. Talk to me" Spitting out a bitter laugh, he clenched his eyes shut, and then reopened them.

"Okay Miss psychiatrist. Elliots my brother, not Evans, not Francesca's, River, Giovanni or Olivia's. Mine. My mom was having an affair with some guy that so happens to be my dad. Fran and I aren't fucking twins, we just shared the same fucking womb" I had fallen to the bed as he kept taking steps towards me.

"She broke it off with the other guy, he didnt like it. So she gave him me to keep his mouth shut... Do you know how hard it was for me to listen to him blame me, because my mom didnt want his screwed up ass. People think im fucked up?" Placing both hands on the back of his head, he tried to blink away the tears that were forming in his eyes.

"My dad- my own flesh and blood.....he-he done something that a fucking 4 year old should never have to go through...Elliot was clueless, he still fucking is! thinks the sun shines out of his ass. My mom finally wanted to see me, so she brought me here. To this day, she just thinks he gave me a few beatings....I wish". No they were 10x as worse and 10x as sick"

Letting out a small breath, he looked down at me and squared me in the eyes.

"I-I" I started to trip over my own words, as his eyes bored deeeper and deeper into mine.

All the life has drained from his face, for once, he looked vulnerable.

"So, can you fix that? Can you help me with this problem? Maybe there's a class I can sign up for, My daddy touched me 101." Standing up so I was directly in front of him. I tried to place a subtle hand on his chest, but nearly chocked out a sob as he looked at me with pure hatred in his eyes.

" Just get out! Elliots right...I dont want you, I just wanted a distraction, but even you're a distraction, from being a fucking distraction" Biting down on my lip, I heald back the tears and slightly nodded my head to show I understood.

Turning around, thats when the silent tears began to stream down my face as I neared closer to the door.

Turning to glimpse back at him, his arms were crossed over his chest, and his head was facing his window.

Grabbing my backpack, I exited his room.

Pulling my sleeve over my hand, I began to wipe away the tears that wouldnt stop streaming down my cheeks.

Seeing River and Francesca come up the stairs, I hung my head low to try to keep as much attention off of me as possible.

But was that really going to happen? Let's be realistic for a moment.

"Hey Carmela" Francesca chirped.

Ignoring her, I tried to make my way down the stairs as quickly as possible, but was pulled back before I took another step.

Raising my head, they both looked down at me like I was a help less kitten they found stranded on the street.

Oh the irony.

"Common, I'm great at hugs. Well at least thats what your sister says" River laughed.

Pulling me into his chest, a small sound escaped from my mouth as Francesca joined in aswell.

Letting me go, I looked towards Francesca who was motioning her head to her room.

Leaving River behind, we made our way into her room and I quietly took a seat on her king sized bed.

"What's happened?"

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A/N: There arent actually that many chapters left, there are about a few before something big happens

and the book has gotten 2,900 reads and I think thats amazing, like i know its not ALOT to some but i actually see it as soooo many so again thankyou (: