Family Dinner

Cal POV

I make my way into the dining room avoiding everyone's eyes. I sit down in what is obviously my spot as it's one of the two chairs left. The other chair is right next to Sander's so I assume that's where his number one minion sits. I roll my eyes thinking about Rai. I don't need protection. I didn't have it when I did need it anyways. I notice that Tobias is on the opposite end of the table from Sander meaning he's sitting by me. I find comfort in this seeing as I've been around him the most so far. We all look up to see Rai coming in looking pissed. His eyes seem to have a golden glow around his blue irises. I quickly look down at my plate and notice the giant steak in front of me. It's paired with green beans and a baked potato. This is way more food than I can eat in days. I gulp down some water to distract my mind from going to dark places thinking about how little I was fed. That didn't bother me too much though. I've never been a fan of food and mom couldn't afford much anyways.

All you can hear is the clatter of the silverware on plates. You can cut the tension in the room with a knife. I continue to pick at my potato taking small bites. I haven't touched my steak, but I don't think I can stomach it. I can count on my hand the number of times I've eaten meat over the years.

"Are you a vegetarian?"

Sander's voice brings my attention away from my potato.

"I just really like potatoes"

I say shrugging begging for all the eyes to go back to their plates.

"You should be grateful for what's in front of you."

I glare across to Pyrrhus and see his steak halfway gone.

"Just because I'm not eating like a pig, doesn't mean I'm not grateful."

I emphasize the word pig as I give him a look over. I hear the silence indicating that we have an audience.

"You're calling me a pig? You're one to talk. I bet you're a druggie like your gold digging wh*** of a mother."

His words are like a slap to my face. How does he know anything about my mother?

"Well looks like our moms have something in common. They're both dead wh****."

I smirk at him as I watch him shake with rage. The other boys seem to be affected by my words too, but I could care less.

"That's enough out of both of you."

Sander's voice is nothing like it was. There is no warmth in it causing me shiver.

"She should know she isn't wanted here!"

Pyrrhus is standing at this point. His eyes almost look black. I already know I'm not wanted, but he should watch his mouth. I feel my head start to throb as I stare at him. I see him flinch and grab at his hands causing everyone to look at him confused. Of course I know what happened.

"Excuse me. Dinner was lovely."

I barge out of the dining room and run up the stares. It happened again. Luckily this time it was only minor. I don't know why this happens, but surely now they will really get rid of me. I'm a freak.

Sander POV

I look away from Pyrrhus' hands to see Cal storming out. I can feel the rage building up in me.

"What is wrong with you?"

I snap at oldest twin. His eyes are full of concern as he shakes his head not even paying attention to my anger.

"I don't know. They started hurting like they were frozen. All I felt was cold. I couldn't get any fire out."

"I told you rage is not good for your abilities."

Apparently this isn't what he wanted to hear as he turns his head to me to snap at me.

"It's that pathetic excuse of a human. She should watch her place."

I don't even have to retort as Rai has apparently had enough of Pyrrhus' attitude.

"You started it. Looks like you need to know your place."

I notice Ria's fingers flickering with electricity. Apparently so does Pyrrhus, as he starts to form fire balls in his hands with the coldness long forgotten. Caspian quickly compels the water from the drinking glasses to shoot at his twin's hands before be does something stupid. Pyrrhus lunges at him with fists raised but doesn't make it to him because the ground starts to rumble and move. Silas causes the ground to shift making them loose their balance. They obviously can not control themselves. I quickly flick my wrists away from the table causing the four of them to collide into the walls. I hold them there letting them collect themselves. I see that Zephyr is looking at them amused while he finishes his food. I give a small apologetic smile to Tobias who seems a little shaken up. He's been around the boys since they were little but has never experienced so much of their abilities at once. He clears his throat and let's out a chuckle.

"You all might want to keep that in check while Cal is here."

"When is she leaving then?"

I flick my left wrist harder causing Pyrrhus to wince.

"She's staying. What he means is until we tell her, you need to stay in line. Don't make me keep you in line, boy."

Once I'm satisfied with his nod, I let them all down. The boys all take their seats and start back eating. I look down at the end of the table to Cal's plate. She barely ate anything. She only had half of her potato while her steak and green beans are untouched. I need to make sure I let the cooks know what she likes. Maybe she will open up a bit to us. I just want to know more about her.

Once I notice everyone is done with dinner, I look over to Pyrrhus.

"How did you know about her mother?"

I didn't tell anyone what I found out, but I did have a file with that information in my office. I see him look down to his lap knowing he screwed up.

"You know better than to snoop in my office. Twenty extra laps in the morning."

He looks up at me pissed, but knows better than to say anything else.

"You're all dismissed. Pyrrhus, you have to go apologize to your sister."

I see him grimace as I refer to Cal as his sister. He better get used to it though because that is exactly who she is.

Cal POV

I wander around my room wondering what all I have in here. I already see a TV and bookshelf with a couple of books. I love to read and basically grew up in a library before my mom died. She used it as a daycare seeing as she couldn't afford a real one. Luckily the librarian liked me and taught me how to read. By the time first grade came around, I was reading at a high school level which ended up helping me out now since I haven't been to school in two years.

On the far wall there are two doors. The first one leads into a huge walk in closet. I feel silly even thinking about putting the few articles of clothing I have in there. The room would swallow them whole. The other door leads to my own bathroom. I almost think I'm in heaven. It's been so long since I've had a real shower and I just know they have hot water. I quickly head back to my room to grab some clean clothes to sleep in after my shower. I turn on the hot water and take my clothes off being careful to avoid the mirror. Before I can hop in, I hear a knock at the door. Huffing, I turn the water off and grab the fluffy white robe that I saw hanging on the hook. It's long sleeved, but the bottom off it stops just below my knees. I make my way to my door and crack it open. Pyrrhus is standing outside of it tapping his foot. I sneer at him remembering all the words he threw my way in the dining room.

"Can I help you?"

I see his eyes take in my appearance and fall down to my legs. I know I have a few scars and bruises on them, but they aren't anything compared to the rest of my body. Apparently they are bad enough to get his attention though seeing as his eyes widen and he can't seem to look away. I clear my throat even more annoyed at him than before.

"I came to apologize."

I scoff at him and roll my eyes earning his signature glare.

"Don't bother, hot head. Even if it was sincere, but we both know it's not, I wouldn't even want it."

I don't let him get another word at as I slam my door in his face and head back to the bathroom.

Turning the water back on, I strip off the robe and make the mistake of looking in the mirror. I look over my skinny arms and legs battered in bruises and scars from the years of torture he caused me. I then look down to my stomach and see the scars from the cuts he would give me. I know my back is worse. He would sometimes whip me leaving long streak like scars, but the worse scar is the one that covers the upper middle part of my back. It's a giant M that was branded on me making sure that I knew I was his. That I was marked so if I even escaped everyone would still know I was his slave. I shudder at myself feeling nothing but disgust. My body is covered in scars. However I know that the worse kinds of scars are the ones you can't see. They are from wounds that never heal.

I hop in the shower turning the water as hot as I can stand it and start to scrub. I scrub everywhere that his hands have been. Everywhere other men's hands have been. I don't stop till my skin is pink and raw giving me a different kind of pain to focus on.