She is back. We actually have her back.

At first, when I came inside the house it was to yell at Ethan for interrupting one of my important deals. He wasn't even supposed to be back from his own deal in a few days so I couldn't understand what the urge was. But then I saw this grown up beautiful girl standing in the middle of our living room and I thought that I was actually going to have a heart attack.

I knew it was my Lila right away. She still had that devilish look inside her eyes, but as soon as they met mine they turned soft. Her delicate face still had similar traits but now she looked much more mature and like a real woman.

The only thing that bothered me so much to the point I nearly wanted to burn down the world is the fact that the happiness that was once reflecting all over her face, was gone and replaced by an emotionless mask. An emotionless mask that I was wearing to keep my anger inside, something I learned after years of practice, so what happened to her to be able to manage such a dark thing ?

Seeing her there made all the memories we had together resurface from the cold darkness I was living in.

But the question is how ? How is she still alive ? She died in the car explosion along with mom and dad. We didn't find her body, because they said it was burned down to ashes and we believed them, we didn't even think of looking. Which means that for 10 years, this angel was all alone in this cruel word without the protection of her brothers... Of me who swore to protect her till my last breath...But I didn't.

At that moment I realised that I failed and it angered me to the point where I lost control of my anger and yelled at her. I didn't mean to. And I never felt this miserable after I saw the terrified look on her face when I intended to walk towards her to grip her in a tight hug. She was so scared of me. Terrified...

And it pained me. So I left the house to get rid of this anger by racing with Belladonna. My beautiful Black Aston Martin Victor whose name fits her perfectly , because it means Angel of death, just perfect especially with all the assholes I got to kill thanks to her.

I did what I do best to get rid of my devastating anger. Bet and race. It's all I have been doing for the past couple of years. Drown myself in the adrenaline that pushes me everyday closer to death. Make me Forget.

Forget that the sunshine that made me feel alive left 10 years ago. She was everything to me. But now... she is back.

So after winning a race I got home even if I didn't want to. I wanted to see Magnolia, my Lila, but I was scared to see her feared expression again. Maybe I am just not good for her, I am just going to hurt her even more. She doesn't deserve that. She deserve the world, nothing less.

I nearly crashed into her when she came out of her room and I wanted to smile really, but I had to keep a mask on my face at that moment. An angry mask. To protect her from me and all the bad things I have done in the past.

I looked at her breath taking beauty, but stormed away to hide in my room the next second. Why ? It's easy. She will get hurt if I get too close. But how long will I be able to hold back, before breaking and pulling her in my arms again. For 10 years... 10 fucking years I have been begging God to bring her back. Just to see her one more time and tell her I am sorry for what I did that day. It was my fault...

And that has been eating me up ever since her death was announced. But they were wrong. So wrong. My Lila is alive.

These thoughts have been running trough my head the whole night and it is currently 2am and an endless night. I stare at my ceiling to try and fall asleep, but there is nothing to do.

I finally give up and decide to head downstairs to grab a glass of water. And a cigarette on the way.

I inhale the smoke that fills me up before leaving my corpse again to join the cold night. I feel better as I think of my little Lila sleeping peacefully upstairs in the room. A small smile creeps it's way on my dark face as I remember her giggling each time I picked her up from the ground to swing her over my shoulder. She was as light as a feather. I am sure she is the same right now, especially after I saw how her features were clearly marking the contour of her body, it's only skin and bones. How little she ate at dinner didn't give any more confidence either. But maybe she is just like that. I couldn't know after all, I left her alone all these last years...

I exhale the smoke once more, before stepping on my leftover cigarette to get an other one out of my pocket. It has been a bad habit, but one of the only ones that can calm my nerves. I take a long puff and feel the toxic smoke enter my lungs, before I slowly breath it out again.

I continue for a few more minutes until I finish my cigarette and step on the last ashes, before going back inside the silent mansion. As I make my way up the glass stairs, an uneasy feeling sets itself in my stomach. I slowly walk by Magnolia's room and as I am about to get into my room, a heartbreaking scream breaks through the silence of the house.

Magnolia.

Panic gets hold of my body as I sprint towards Magnolia's room, my heart beating like crazy, scaring me to the point it might pop out of my chest. The door flies open as I burst into her room, cursing myself that I don't have my gun, but I immediately put my fists in the air ready to kill the motherfucker who made my sister scream. My eyes adjust to the dark room and scan the area for any signs of danger, but I sight in relief when I see nobody.

My eyes fall on Magnolia's small figure that lays on her bed fighting against her covers, while she breaths heavily. I frown when I see that she is still asleep.

A nightmare.

I hear footsteps coming towards Magnolia's room, until they stop at the entry, but I keep my gaze on the small figure that still fights against the covers. The light is switched on. As I make my way towards Magnolia, I see tears running down her cheeks as she keeps on mumbling apologies.

"Magnolia" I say softly as I lay a hand on her arm to try and wake her up, but she doesn't open her precious eyes.

"What happened Blake ?" Damon growls as he come by my side to get a look at our little sister that looks in so much pain. I don my get to answer as Magnolia starts crying louder in her sleep.

"S-stop please" she whimpers as she clutches to her stomach as if it was hurting her. I can't look at her in pain anymore. What the fuck is going on ?

"Magnolia, wake up ! Magnolia..." Damon says softly to try and wake her up, but still it doesn't work. I can't bare to see this any longer, I have to make it stop. So I sit on her bed and take her in my arms gently while she is still in tears and asleep, and I whisper some smoothing words in her ear.

"Lila, please wake up. Come on Lila... it's just a dream." I hope by using my old nickname for her the one she used to love so much when she was little, that maybe it will bring her out of this horrible nightmare she is having. "Lila, it's okay. You are safe with us... please just wake up."

I am about to give up and let her go, but then I feel some small hands grip my t-shirt harder, which indicated me that my little Angel was conscious again, finally out of this nightmare.

What nightmare could cause something like that ? I want to know and I will...

The first point of view of Blake ! Do we like him ? Or not ?

Is his anger against Magnolia justified ?

Love,

Xx