"Sisters are different flowers from the same garden." -Author Unknown- *** Elodie's P.O.V I take out the cigarette from my pocket and pick one out, I slowly put it between my lips and lit it with a lighter. I inhale and put my fingers in between to hold it, as I exhale the smoke that blends with the cold Moscow weather. I am wearing my faux fur coat and my long jeans, and I always have some kind of hat on, just because my mother told me I would get sick if my head get exposed to the cold weather. It's a silly fear but I still believe in it anyway. My long strawberry brown hair is let loose on my shoulder as I put on my black gloves. My working hour is finally over, and most of the staff here has gone home, and I'm pretty much the second last person to go home tonight, because my friend Dirk is still inside. I really hate being in this stupid bar. I still can't believe that even after all of these years I still work in this damned place, when I am supposed to have my own business by now. I have been saving up quite the amount of money to finally have my own place, it's a small room apartment in a low standard environment, heck, I wouldn't call it an apartment, it's more like a flat house to be real, but it's still my own place and My next goal after purchasing the house is getting my own business, I don't care if it's a small company, anything that will basically give me a better life than this. Working as a barista in a bar like this has a lot of cons, more than the pros to tell you, sometimes there are perverted men who would ask some very personal questions, not caring the fact that it's inappropriate. Or some customers get too drunk to the point of creating a ruckus and mess. Having people getting too drunk and end up fighting each other has become a common sight in this place. and to be honest, if I graduated college back then, then maybe I would end up in a better place, then again, I had no choice, but it was all the accident's fault, one which took my parents lives away. What a shame, they were good citizens and good people, they should be allowed to live a little bit longer. This world is so unfair. I am about to walk to my home when I hear my phone ring. Who could be calling right now ? So annoying. I grab my purse and open it to grab my phone and it's an unknown number, and it seems like this number is coming from abroad. I have a bad feeling about this. "Hello?" I ask in English, assuming that this person can at least speak English considering the number coming from foreign country. "Elodie, C'est Henri" (Elodie, this is Henri.) My eyes widen at the name, but there is a part of me that hopes that it's another person. "I'm sorry, I do not speak French." "Wow, even now you are still a liar, aren't you?" I sigh, this is definitely that Henri. "What do you want?" I ask him with frustrated tone, and his tone remains as serious as ever, I never truly like this man because he always has that douchebag vibe on him, even Phoebe knew it, and he always tries to hit on her, which makes me has no respect for this man whatsoever. "Why are you contacting me, Henri Moreau?" I ask him again because he wouldn't answer it the first time I ask him, and I hear some background noises, and it appears that he is speaking to someone else right now. Then after a while, he replies. "Is Phoebe with you?" What kind of question is that? Of course she is not with me, she isn't even in Russia. Or is she? "No, she isn't with me, why?" I ask him because his question bothers me, I should have known that the reason this ma ever contact me again would have something to do with Phoebe. "Phoebe is gone, and I'm still finding out where she went to, but based on one of my private investigator, she is currently in Moscow, Russia." I feel like my jaw just drops. What is that child doing here? "And why else would she be there except for you, and you know that this incident would ruin her again, she already has a perfectly fine life and I am going to propose to her soon, and it all gets ruined because of this, Elodie, you really..." Henri says again in a pissed off tone. "So tell me now, where the hell is she?" Henri speaks half shouting at me, and this just rises my irritation level. "Listen, Henri Moreau, she is not with me, okay, I don't even know where she is right now, and stop accusing me for it, because there is no way I would do that to my own sister." "I swear Elodie, if you lie in anyway, I'll find you and I'll ruin your life." He threatens as he takes a deep breath. "Fine, I'll hang up, but before I do, let me just say this, dear Elodie." I try to take a deep breath and try to keep my composure, this man is about to say something to piss me off and I need to be prepared for it now that he knows my number. "You ruined Phoebe's life, a few years ago." With those last words, he hung up. Geez, this man is very problematic, what the hell does he know? He is still two years younger than me by age. Boys are so immature, especially the kind like him. I hope Phoebe doesn't end up marrying this boy in suit and find herself a real man. I walk on the cold road and begin contemplating my life. It's pretty shitty, eh? But I don't mind getting all the blame, as long as my sister is happy. After all, I did everything for her own sake, even if it sounds like I was abandoning her. *** ~Flashback~ I try to drag my suitcase on the wooden floor, and I can't help but pretend to be deaf toward my sister's cry because she has been trying to prevent me from leaving. But I am really doing this because right now I am eighteen and I can take care of myself well. I have been offered an opportunity to work as a barista in Russia by a foreign friend, and the payment is higher than usual simply because this friend of mine is the owner of the bar and some other well-known bars in there. Ever since that incident, I guess I have been surrounded by dangerous kind of people, or more like, I got myself in this kind of situation. From dirty to shady business, I have involved myself in all of them ever since I turned sixteen. The age of consent in here is fifteen so I can do whatever I want at sixteen. Or at least I thought so. Basically the wealthy Moreau strongly dislikes me for it, they have bailed me out from jail twice already, but I never listen, and I never belong here in the first place, I don't like being around the stuck up people who revolves their world around the glory of golds. "You don't have to do this, Elodie, please don't leave me here all alone." "Shut up, Phoebe, I can do whatever I want, and you are not telling me what to do." I tell her in a pissed off tone. Honestly, if I had the choice, I don't want to do this as well, but hell, I can't keep on relying on the Moreau family, they are wealthy, but to work with them as an eldest daughter of my family is a shame for myself, especially knowing how much they despise me. I know I am not supposed to feel this way, but who cares? It happens anyway. I know Phoebe will be safe here, even though I tend to treat her like crap, I do care for her because she is the only family member I have left, and she is a good kid to begin with, The Moreau loves her as their own family, and I don't see any problem here regarding her well being. Even if I leave her, she will be just fine. Suddenly I feel an arm wrapping my hand and I turn my back to see her with her puppy eyes holding me. "Don't leave Elodie." She says with tears eyes. "Get your hands off from me!" I push her to the floor and she falls hitting her butt and she flinches in pain. I feel guilty, but I can't back down now. I turn around and quicken my pace to enter the cab that has been waiting and I quickly tell the driver to leave. There is no turning back now.