RUN |on hold|

Two Different Lifes, Same Love

chapter Three

Asterins POV

Suddenly the air became much too thin.

The temperature dropped.

The sun withdrew from the room.

The devil stood in a room with me.

Thoughts, warnings and instructions swirled through my head.

Tears wanted to force themselves into my eyes but I held them back.

I would not cry in front of him.

Not unless there was a good reason for my tears.

I hid my trembling hands under the covers.

What did he want from me?

Tales of my father echoed through my head.

Lorenzo Rossi.

Son of Gustavo Rossi.

Heir to the most powerful mafia in Italy.

Cruel, just like his father.

Don't get too close to him.

Stay where we can see you.

But where are you?

I can't see you.

Can't hear you.

Can't feel you...

You're not there, Dad.

You are where I should have been.

My mum's warm face and my dad's hugs filled my memories.

You are not there...

You're where I'm not.

Dad, how do you know so much about these men? Are they true stories? I had asked him once when I was six.

My curiosity had always been wide-ranging.

Dad had just smiled, tucked me in and then disappeared from my room.

The silence was unbearable.

Oppressive.

Saturated with heavy meaning.

I hadn't realised he was talking to me until he came towards me.

As far as I could, I slid to the end of the bed and slammed against the headboard.

Hissing, I expelled the held air as a sharp pain shot through my side.

There was something else!

"The bullet could be removed. However, the wound is so deep that it had to be stitched and you'll have to wait a few more days before you can move fully again," he explained as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"How-" I cleared my throat.

"How long was I out?"

My voice sounded unfamiliar.

Hollow, hoarse and urgent.

His gaze averted from the medicine box and he looked me in the eye for a brief moment.

Then he answered and those few words tore my world apart.

"Four days."

My plane should have gone back to Finland long ago.

I wasn't born in Finland but after my parents died I had started saving and moving to Finland.

Belgium was my country of birth.

The hotel had probably already thrown my suitcases out.

And all that money...

It had taken me two years to finally be able to go on holiday again.

"Don't worry. Your things are here. Your flight has been cancelled and the hotel paid off."

His dark voice shattered my thoughts.

Please what?

This couldn't all be true!

Had my horror-movie life now been turned into a comedy?

If so then it was neither funny nor for my amusement!

"What are you talking about? I have to go home!", I screeched and sat up with a jerk.

Stupid idea!

Quite a stupid idea!

The bandage suddenly felt quite warm and when I looked down I saw blood.

But this time it was mine.

Lorenzo growled something and then went to work on the medical kit.

"Turn towards me." he hissed and for once in my life I did what someone else asked me to do.

Without making any real physical contact, he unwound the old bandage and then wrapped the new one around.

The compress was soaked with blood, but thankfully the stitching hadn't come undone.

"So... when can I go?", I asked, blinking at him.

He looked up and gave me a look like I was off my rocker.

"Not at all."

My eyes widened and my chin greeted the floor.

Well more or less the bed and not the floor, but that just so never mind!

"Like not at all?"

My voice sharpened and my pulse went up to what felt like 180.

In my head I imagined little puffs of smoke coming out of my ears.

"Not at all." he repeated, his voice sounding almost bored.

Anger and something else rushed through my body and I was about to jump on him.

"You can't lock me in here!", I shouted hysterically after him while he relaxed and walked to the door.

With a bored look on his face and an even worse smile on his lips, he looked at me and whispered, "I will and I can, principessa!"

Then the door fell into the lock.

A key turned in the lock.

In my head it said click.

Then silence.

Then emptiness.

Then darkness as I buried my head between the pillows.

And screamed.

I screamed until I couldn't breathe and my throat was hoarse.

The silence and emptiness began to swirl around me and engulf me.

Monsters and demons came at me.

No one cared about me.

No caring kisses from my mum or the warm cuddly hugs from my dad.

Nothing stopped my own demons from coming to me and devouring me....

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