Chapter 3: Riya

It's so funny how life can change in a matter of seconds.

"Riya! Come on, we're going to be late!"

"Coming!", I yelled back while running down the stairs. Before going towards the front door I grabbed snacks knowing they're like animals on drugs when they're hungry. Walking to the door with a bunch of different snacks I started handing them each something, "Here. You guys become crazy when you're hungry and sometimes you mister", I pointed to my left, "forget to eat and take breaks so eat these please. For me.". A tear went down my cheek at the thought of not seeing them. They mean so much to me, always been there to help me out and-

"Thank you Ri. We'll-"

"Butterfly, why are you crying? We'll see you on Monday.", Mama grabbed my face and made me look at her.

"I know but who's gonna cook with me and watch movies with me and water the plants with me. ", I was crying now that I'll have to cook by myself and no more dance parties.

They looked at each other and came to give me a big group hug, "Butterfly we'll only be gone a week there's no need to cry."

"She's just being dramatic because she doesn't want to do shit around the house alone.", Rem came down the stairs and started to explain. He really loves to make me sound like a lazy and clingy person!

They both let me out of the hug and looked at me with a 'really' face while I heard the other coming down the stairs. Lan gave me a side hug and started rubbing my side, "Come on, we'll help you out!". Everyone gave her a disgusted look because of how all her "creations" turned out burnt, but honestly all the food she makes is really good the look of it isn't.

"Ohhhkay lets not do that and Ri we'll be back as fast as we can okay maybe even before Monday and then we can cook and dance all we want.", Pa came up to me and kissed my forehead before dragging Mama out and hugging the rest.

I watched as they left, "Yaya lets go binge some Stranger Things, Anne with an E, and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, and then tomorrow we're gonna watch Seven Deadly Sins and HunterXHunter. We gotta catch up on our shows!". Rem started pulling me inside the house while the other three were setting up our eating stations. He was right I was just being a dramatic baby, I'll never admit it, but cleaning up after these assholes is hard and tiring! I need some help with these messy pigs. They aren't the cleanest or even the nicest sometimes, but they mean the world to me and are my everything.

(morning after her 'brothers' left)

I waited. Waited for them and the single word that would bring me closure, but it never came. That night I cried myself to sleep and woke up to an empty house, Odin's room was cleared leaving just his scent and Elizabeth was out drinking at the nearest bar. She soon realized that she didn't need nor want me so I was sent to the foster system a week Odin left. I was a memory of how her life was ruined, she blamed me for her boys leaving her. For a while I blamed myself for them leaving, for not saying goodbye, finding her words true. Basically I was being a basic bitch about my past blaming me for everything and shit but the difference is I didn't dwell too long about it because I took one last look at my so called 'mother' and knew in the end I knew I did all I could for their affection and in the end it wasn't enough for them. They didn't need me and still don't. I was a passing memory they needed to act 'whole', just a filler character in their adventurous story.

First year I jumped homes every other week, experiencing loneliness on a whole different level. A few hits here and there never hurt anyone, being left over and over again wasn't anything new to the life I was living then. That first year opened my eyes to many things, I knew how the world worked I wasn't stupid but I never had a front row seat. Usually sitting in the middle to back row was comfortable and I was okay with not seeing what performance was happening but someone thought otherwise and wanted me to see closer. Sadly it didn't stop at being the first to see but being in the performance itself.

I always look back on my first year after they left me, it wasn't the worst but it was nowhere close to anything better. Yet it would have been better than what I experienced with them.

My second year and the following were different to say the least. I was sent to an institution for troubled kids, it was a beautiful place to send any child and give them trauma. First day I met the four in the best circumstances, we were the last ones standing in a fight to survive, they only needed five able bodies and if we didn't answer they were to shoot us all. That was how we started out, they wanted to see who was the strongest out of the mass group that was brought in and begin the little game they love playing: 'Who breaks first?'. It was only us, Dylan, Kami, Alex, Remy, and me, in that shitty place with the five grown ass adults who love playing with children. I've had to watch them get hurt for many reasons only they would know, they did things no one should even have to think about. We're all broken in our own way before and they just wanted to add onto it, mentally, physically, sexually, emotionally, they did it all whether it was behind closed doors or us chained up to watch it was never pretty.

After three years we were able to leave but not before burning the place down and killing them. It isn't easy going into the world specially with no parents and after the things we did there was no one who was going to take us in. Our bond may not have been the best in the beginning or started off in the greatest circumstances but we grew to love and care for each other, we were a family. First year and a half with them we were weak due to the lack of food and sleep along with the 'activities' they loved doing with us. We were able to save the little food we had and gain more muscle with exercise and the chores they gave us. During the other two and a half years before leaving we gave back to the assholes that took us in ten folds and gained knowledge about the outside world before leaving.

Leaving we had one objective, finding a home. We couldn't stay on the streets and needed shelter, we had money but it wouldn't last us for long. One night we came across a couple pointing a gun at some people and one thing led to another and by the end of the night we had parents that adopted us a year later. Kala and Theo wanted 'kids' for a cover and needed young workers to help with their assassin business so what better than five homeless kids. There was no family love between us in the beginning but people can change when you both have to go on a mission together and when you have to train five kids to fight off a dozen soldiers.