Demons of My past

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I opened my eyes feeling refreshed and content. A feeling that was both foreign and new to me. Ever since I had come to Italy, I've been sleeping longer and deeper. I still had nightmares, but I didn't wake up because of them. Somehow without me knowing or doing anything they just stop all on their own.

I sigh throwing the covers off of me. It was early morning, the sun peeking over the horizon. I walk to my window and watch the sea that seems to be miles away from me. I put my hands on the window and look out wistfully.

I've been cooped up in this house for almost two weeks. I was fed up with it, I was starting to become homesick. I missed my family and friends. It wouldn't have been so bad if Yunus would take me somewhere. Or even let me go into town when Loreana left for grocery shopping.

But no, the man was dead set against me setting foot outside the house. I had begged and pleaded but it was no use. 

Doesn't he know I'll go crazy if I stay in this house another day? I loved it, don't get me wrong. There is always something for me to do. But, I was starting to miss seeing people. I was missing NYC and the crowd and the honking of cars, and people yelling. Not to mention taking walks in central park, as well as going out with my friends. I was basically missing everything and everyone.

I sighed again walking to the bathroom. It wouldn't be so bad if I could call my family. But I couldn't even do that. Yunus had a special phone he would call them from every night after I went to bed. I mean I knew why they were all so paranoid. But there had to be a limit or something.

I knew what had happened to me wasn't an easy thing to forget or move on from, but I had to live. I couldn't let a psycho get in the way of that. As much as I was scared and terrified, I was more scared of being left to think and continue thinking. I brushed my teeth grumpily. 

The only good thing about this trip was the interesting new information I was learning about Yunus. I walked to my shower turning on the hot water, I waited a few seconds before I jumped in. As I lathered shampoo in my hair I watched the sky from my bathroom ceiling.

I learned that Yunus wasn't much of a morning person unlike me. His favorite color was orange, such a bright color for such a .......hmmm I was going to say cold. But... that wouldn't have made sense, he hasn't been cold to me at all on this trip. I debated with myself as I washed the shampoo off. One thing was for sure the man was stubborn with a capital S. I chuckled to myself and continued down my list of info. 

He likes to drink at least two cups of coffee in the morning. He has a younger sister named Angelina who is almost sixteen. And he has never laid eyes on her or even talked to her. See what I mean when I say the man is stubborn. Every time I try to bring her up, he gets all defensive and is ready to bite my head off. And I can not under any circumstance bring up his mom. I mean my problem with my mother is nothing compared to him. But the sad part is that he doesn't know the full story about his mom.

 And I feel guilty and horrible because I know it. But it's not like I know how to bring it up either. It's not like I can just walk up to him and be like. You know what you believe...about your mom...is not true at all. 

I snort as I turn off the water. Why would he believe anything I say, it's not like we have such a deep relationship.

I walk out of the bathroom and made my way to my closet. Olive meows at me from the bed.

"I know you're hungry olive, just give me a second to get ready" I laugh.

I quickly go through my closet finding a cute gray gypsy-like skirt. I pair it with a simple white shirt, a black leather jacket, and a gray hijab. I walk out of the closet looking at myself in the full-length mirror by the bathroom. I smile in satisfaction.