"Are we playing 20 questions? Because if we are, I have some of my own that I would love answers. Like... Why do we have so many bodyguards every time we leave the house? What's your work? And I totally understand why not to go to the third floor since it is 'strictly for work' as you say, but what is it in the basement that I'm not allowed to see?" I say trying to change the attention from the real issue.
When I finish the sentence I notice their body visibly tense. As if they are hiding a secret, which they are.
But who am I to judge, I have secrets as well.
"Don't try to change the subject Aurora." says Giovanni slowly losing his patience.
Dammit! I really thought it would work!
"Who said I'm trying? But I thought since you wanted to know my business it would be only fair if you answered some of my questions too. But as I can see you are not prepared yet. So I'll head to my room because I'm really tired." I answer starting to make my way to my room.
Before reaching the last step of the stairs someone spoke to me.
"You'll be starting school in two days, on Monday. We already bought you school materials so you won't have to. You will be studying in the same school as Antonio, Leonardo, Lorenzo and Matteo." says Vincenzo. I simply nod in understanding and continue my way to my room.
As I enter my room I immediately close the door and lock it.
I make my way to the bathroom. Deciding to take a shower, I start to undress. After showering I grab a towel and wrap it around my body.
Looking at the mirror I see a girl that used to have friends. A girl that used to laugh the hardest at her own jokes. A girl who used to be nice and caring to everyone. The kind of girl who put all her trust in you until you give her a reason not to. A girl who believed in love.
But she changed.
Now she is the kind of girl that hide her feelings and don't know how to react to them. If you look closely you can see that every now and then, when she turns away she becomes another person. A sad person, someone who is broken and damaged, and after a few seconds she goes back to 'normal'.
She now has scars and tattoos that tell stories. That made her who she is.
This girl has now decided not to hide herself. She decided that before letting someone love her she has to love herself.
As I get dressed in my night clothes, I come to the conclusion that I don't want to hide my tattoos or my eye color. I shouldn't care about what others say.
After all the only opinion that matters is mine.
Laying in my bed looking at the wall I just think about everything that has happened to me in the last few days.
I just lay in my bed alone with my thoughts. Not crying. Just feeling empty. Replaying moments of my life and trying to figure it out where did it go wrong.
After what felt like some minutes but in reality were hours, I finally decided that I won't get any sleep and went to the library.
The thing about books is that when you open them, you leave the world behind. They let you travel without moving your feet. It is like a meditation. It allows you to live multiple lives before dying.
It allows you to feel feelings that you never thought it would be possible because of fictional characters.
When reading we don't fall in love by the characters appearance. We fall in love with their thoughts, we fall in love with their soul.
You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel as if you lost a friend.
Some of them you read. Some you enjoy. But some swallow you up heart and soul.
What I love the most about books is that they let me scape from the cruelty in the word.
I love the feeling when I can't remember that I'm reading. When I'm so engaged into the characters life, with the descriptions and conversations that begins to play in my head like a movie, that I forget that it's all words written on a paper.
Looking out the window, I expected to see the dark sky with starts. But what I see is a beautiful mixture of pink, orange, yellow and blue.
Turning my phone on and checking the time I realized it's been hours of me just sitting in the library couch with a book in hands and myself lost in my thoughts.
As I decided I need food, I make my way to the kitchen quietly not wanting to wake anyone.
Drinking a cup of coffee I didn't realize that someone was entering the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" says someone that I recognize as Lorenzo pulling me out of my thoughts.
I jumped in surprise and let the cup with my coffee fall.
As I look up I see a very angry brother. Following his line of sight I realized he is looking at my ankle.
More specific to my tattoo.
I'm about to try to escape but a noise of what seems like elephants coming my way makes me freeze. My brothers, father, Ashley and Brittany barged into the kitchen.
Oh fuck... I'm screwed...
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