WTA - Soon ::Hope/Family/Sad::

-I'm hoooome !

The door slammed behind the teenager as she was putting her bag and cap to the support made for it. She went to the living room where she was received by a hight scream first then by a mass who ran directly in her legs.

-Hey Ji-ji ! It's good to see you too ! She said, ruffling the dark hairs of the child, making him laugh.

She played with him for a while and finally succeeded to get rid of him with a licorice stick she has brought for him. Then, her attention goes to another boy. Way taller than the first one, he had light chestnut hair and was wearing a large sweater, which was hiding the down of his face. He was curled on the armchair, lost in contemplation of the flame from de lighter he always carried with him.

-Timour ! How many times do i have to say to not put that flame in front of your eyes for too long ?! scolded the girl, approaching him. You'll finish your life as a blind and…
-He went there.

The short sentence cut straight the girl in her rebuke.

-What do you mean "He went there"? Why ?!
-Some documents were missing to appeal. . .They phoned in the after-noon. So He went there to find those...

Timour turned off the lighter and raised a look where a mix between sadness and fear was easily readable.

-Shadi…I…I don't want…, he forced himself to say. His voice was cracking of sobs.
He rised his knees to wedge his forehead on them, trying to contain his tears. If…If it don't work. . .If we're obliged to stay under their ward. . .He stopped to take a deep breath. If we go back there, they'll make us regret everything. . .

The girl looked at her younger brother for a second then sat on the armrest of the chair and surrounded gently her brother's shoulders with her arms.

-I'm scared, he squeaked. I don't want to go back. . . there. . .
-Hush. . . You won't. . . Both of you. . .You won't.

It had been almost one year and half their older brother Draven was trying to win the wardship, or at least the emancipation, for Timour and Jinan. Shadi would not have any problem now she had turned eighteen… But Timour was just sixteen and Jinan eleven. They got away all together from their "house" two years before, when They almost succeeded to get rid of them for good. Timour and Shadi was although keeping a large scar as memory of that day. And They didn't appreciated that Draven took his siblings away. But if the wardship was refused. . .

She shook her head to chase away those ideas. They should not think about that possibility. And this wardship must be accepted. Willingly or…

Jinan screamed once again, indicating the opening of the door and the arrival of their brother. Both of them stayed out of view, for seconds and then Draven showed up, holding their cadet in his arm. He was a young, tall and thin man with pale red eyes and dark chestnut curly hairs he was holding with a short pony-tail. And right now he was wearing a beautiful shiner on his right eye. But his wide smile proved that he was proud of him. He triumphantly showed a black clutch bag from where papers was almost flowing out.
Shadi felt Timour raised his head as her own heart was bouncing in her chest. Soon those dark clouds would finally disappeared and they'll lived a peaceful life as a normal family.
She was absolutly sure of that.