FOREVER YOURS

Chapter 19

"What?" Dante asks confused. "Weren't you the one who were begging to go home a couple of days ago?"

"Yes I know, but things changed..." She trailed off, sounding uncertain. She looks back at him as she takes out the things she'll need. "If that's okay with you?"

She examines the wound before starting to clean it. Dante didnt even flich as she got to work. He stared up at her.

"Why don't you wanna leave?" He narrows his eyes at her and her hands slightly falters. After a few minutes of her not answering him, he sighs deeply.

"Either you tell me or you can forget about staying here."He grits out.

When she's done cleaning the area around the wound, she grabs some equipment and sterilized it under some hot water from the tap.

She goes to continue with his shoulder but Dante grabs her wrist and glares at her.

"You're going to bleed out."she says as blood started to come out of his wound again.

"I don't care." he says before roughly letting go of her wrist. "I want answers." He grits out, getting impatient.

She sighs before putting the equipment back down. "Fine, what do you want to know first?"

"Let's start with your name."

She looks hesitant for minute before saying, "Nicole."

He raises a brow at her. "Full name."

"Just Nicole." She insisted. "What's yours?"

"Dante Ricci." He replies. "Why did you steal my watch?"

She looks away from him, and started fidgeting with her fingers. "Uh, I needed the money." She said softly,feeling quite embarrassed.

"So you sold my watch for money." He said.

"uhm... about that."She lets out a nervous chuckle. "I didn't get the chance to sell it."She said.

Dante stood up immediately. "What?" He glares daggers at her as she continues to avoid eye contact. "Where is it then?"

"I hid it somewhere safe don't worry."She says. "I'll give it back to you, I promise."

"You don't have a choice, sweetheart." He grits out, feeling annoyed with her.

"I'm sor-" He cuts her off with the next question.

"Who gave you those bruises I saw that night I brought you here?" He asks before taking his seat again. He notices the blood running down his arm and quickly takes a towel and wraps it around his shoulder.

"My father."She whispers,almost like she doesn't want to admit it to herself.

"Your father?" He grimace at the thought of a father actually being capable of hurting his own daughter.

"Yeah, but his my foster father." She replies. "My parents died when I was nine or ten years old."

Dante nods. "So you needed the money for your foster father?" he concludes.

"Yes, I needed to buy groceries and beer for him. If I didn't bring anything home, before the end of the night, he would of done something much worst to me." She whispers the last part.

"I made enough money from the things I stole that night," she continues. "I was going to buy everything and keep some money for myself aswell. The reason why I stayed with him, was beacuse of my grandmother. She's sick and he was paying for her medical bills. He didn't allow me to work and kept me at home as his personal slave. I had to clean, cook and go steal things from rich people, like you, and sell them. So when you kidnapped me, I panicked beacuse I had to go home before he could do something stupid. Like stop paying for my grandmother and sending her off."