Breathe
That's what I always tell myself. Just breathe.
Except it's not always that simple. I can't breathe when I want to scream. To let out all of my pain. To just be rid of it all.
But I can't. I won't. I will go through whatever it takes to get...
I give her a pointed look and she knows exactly what I'm talking about.
"I thought you forgot about that" she groans
"Nope. And even though it turned out good, it still wasn't cool" I say
"Can we get a clue as to what's happening?" Luka asks
"No" we both say
"I was just asking, jeez" he says before slumping back into the couch
"Bella, since it's very obvious that you can speak Italian," my father says standing up
"No shit" I say, rolling my eyes
"incontrami nel mio ufficio" he continues (Meet me in my office)
"per quanto?" I ask (How long?)
"Within the hour" he replies
"Ok. Verrò dopo la doccia" i tell him (I'll come after I shower)
"Damn" I hear one of the guys mutter
"Don't get any ideas stronzo" I tell him
"Why? You got a boyfriend?" He asks amused
"Yes actually" I say tilting my head
"And Will, if anymore of your friends decide that they like me, advise them to stay away from me" I add and then make my way out of the room with Isa next to me
"Why would you screw yourself over like that?" Isa asks me when we get to the second floor
"They would find out eventually" I shrug
"Ok, your funeral" she sighs
"This is your room by the way" she says opening the door across from hers
When I take it in, I see how nice it looks.
It has a queen bed, a mirror in the corner, cherry colored hardwood floors, and a couple other things here and there.
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just with hardwood floors
"I know its a little," she pauses, trying to find the right word
"Extra?" I say
"Yeah" she agrees
"Your bathroom is that door right there and you closet is the other one. I'll grab you some clothes of mine for you to wear tonight" she says before going to her room
I step into the room, admiring it, before making my way to the bathroom.
I shut the door and turn on the water before stripping of my clothes.
As I'm waiting for the water to warm up, I look at myself in the mirror.
My arm still has months before it heals, my ribs are badly bruised underneath all the concealer but somewhat better, I still have a cuts on my lip and eyebrow but thankfully all the bruising is almost gone.
For only a week, I've healed pretty well.
I step into the shower once it's warm and stand under the water, thinking about what happened almost a year ago.
Sorry guys, I was at my friends house and couldn't update because they have school wifi and wattpad doesn't work with it.
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