Ari's Point of view;
Booming knocks interrupted my peaceful sleep, but I was far too sleepy to rise out of bed and open the door. So, I choose to ignore the deafening knocks that I'm sure was heard throughout the entire mansion.
There was a pause, I was hopeful that the person had given up, but I was woefully wrong. A thunderous voice broke through the wood and flooded my room, "Open up! I'm coming in, in 10 seconds no matter what you're doing." At the warning, I did what any other tired person would do, I snuggled into the bed and disregarded the male behind the door.
The door creaked as it was opened with more force than necessary and ended up hitting the wall. A sigh came from the intruder. I felt their presence next to the bed.
Suddenly, I was on the floor. I opened my eyes, blinked once, then twice as my brain registered what had happened. I could feel the scowl form on my face, "What the hell do you want Meathead?!" I stood and glared at the male in question, it was the leader of the Fantastic Four. He stared at my face but moved to look at the rest of me, not checking me out but most likely because I was in the same clothes as yesterday. This caused me to roll my eyes because it's not that big of a deal.
"What are you planning?" His voice was forceful, making it known that answering is not optional.
"Not planning anything, well, outside of world domination." He blankly stared at me, as if taking over the world was ridiculous or crazy.
"Just leave. Take whatever money my dad gave you and go before we make you." I crawl back into bed as he drones on about non-existent money.
"I don't know what you're talking about but wake me up when your head crawls out of your ass." My words were muffled as I spoke into my pillow. Thinking it'd annoy him enough to leave was wishful thinking, because he grabbed my foot and dragged me to the floor again. This causes me to get angry, really angry. I abruptly stand up and face him, standing toe to toe with him. "What is your problem?!"
He kept his cool and stood straighter, attempting to use his height to scare me. Too bad loser, I am so angry with you I could rip out your ribcage and use it as a vest.
"My problem is you and your sister. Take your cash and leave, I won't let you stay here. The four of us will break you both bad enough you'll be crawling out of here."
There was an eerie silence as we stood to face each other, glares burning, willing the other to drop dead. "Listen really close you pompous ass because I'm not going to repeat myself." I took a step forward and mentally smirked when he took a step back. "I don't know anything about money, your dad supposedly gave us, but touch my sister and your baby making tool is going to be broken beyond repair." I took another few steps as I spoke, "Also, wake me up like this again and your teeth will be spread out on the ground. Now, do you think you four idiots could break what's already broken? You'll know broken when I'm done with you because threaten me again and I will make Hitler look like a saint."
I sent a tiny wave with my hand, brightly smiling, "Bye now!" I slammed the door, dropping my fake smile, as he was just behind the doors lining while I stepped forward when talking. Fuming, I flopped onto the bed, but my plans of sleep were interrupted by another knock at the door. Groaning, I go to open the door, "What did I just-" I shout but stopped as I stared at a different set of eyes. I'm shocked it's Callum, a very confused Callum. "Sorry about that, good morning."
"Morning? Here is a spare set of clothes for today, you'll go shopping for more later but that'll do for now." He handed me a neatly folded set of clothes. I thank him and take the clothes, "I know you must be confused about everything, would you want me to explain the situation, or would you rather hear it from Ella?"
"I'll be hearing all about it from Ella anyways, so, thank you for the clothes but I don't wish to hear it from you." Callum nods in understanding and takes his leave, closing the door behind him. I took the clothes and got dressed. It seems that Callum got stereotypical girl clothes, I sigh as I looked in the mirror. Reflecting back to me was my light brown hair, I notice that my blonde roots needed touching up, and my bright blue eyes are the same as always. My outfit consisted of dark-washed jeans and a light gray short-sleeved shirt. I slipped on my beat-up black converse, emptied my backpack of old textbooks, only keeping my wallet, pencil pouch and notebooks inside. When I finished, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.
As I'm in the bathroom, Ella walks in, dropping her own bag near the bed and takes a seat. Ella waits for me to finish, and when I do, she hands me a piece of paper. "It's a letter from our mom to our dad. She was telling him about us." I stared at the paper. Emotions flashed through me; shock, fear, anger, resentment, then detest.
I shake my head and hand the letter back. Walking to the door with my bag on my shoulder silently, but before exiting I spoke my first words to Ella today. "Keep it."