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ᴛʀᴇɴᴛᴀɴᴏᴠᴇ - ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

Sometimes you have to accept the fact that certain things will never go back to how they used to be. You will have to learn how to let things go, to move on and survive. ~ Unknown.

Valentinia:

Past (3 years ago)

After those despicable words, I walked, more like marched out of the room and hastily made my way towards the room in which I was occupied within for the past two months. Slamming the door behind me, I swiftly twisted the lock. Ensuring that he wouldn't be able to get to me.

However, I knew that it would take more than a mere locked door to be able to shield myself from him. He could easily break it down at any moment.

But, I didn't hear any footsteps echoing in the hallway, the only audible thing was the whistling of the wind, circling through the window.

Walking over to the open window, I grasp a hold of the handle and clasp the window closed. Breathing out a sigh of exhaustion, I enter the adjoined bathroom and wash my face with cold water and brush my teeth.

After this, I retreat to the bedroom, peel back the covers and climb onto the bed. I still haven't got used to the blissful sensation of it. It was exquisite.

Rolling over to my side, I close my eyes. The last thought that replayed in my mind was.

I hope he enjoys sleeping in my absence tonight, I'm sure I will.

***

Animating from my dormancy of sleep, I roll my shoulders back to relieve some of the tension that has built up. The pounding in my head was relentless, I rubbed my palm along my forehead, to alleviate the ache.

Climbing out of bed, I notice a white slip of card perched upon the dresser. Curiously, I pick it up and realise that it is from Mr Morelli.

I have assigned Alessio to guard over you for the next few days, as I have departed, due to business. Do not try anythingValentinia, as I assure you that Alessio is very specialised in his job. As am I. Do not think that I forgotten your act of disrespect yesterday, you will suffer the consequences as and when I return.

~ Your Husband.

He still feels the need to threaten me now when he isn't even here. Overbearing arsehole.

'Your husband' How condescending? A desperate idiot trying to rub it in my face.

To 'guard over me' is a translation for a babysitter. I don't need Alessio to breathe down my neck every five minutes.

Wait a minute... Alessio is the man that carried Acer from out of the lounge area. Maybe he can tell me where he has been disposed of. Disposed. Such a horrible name to describe where his body has been taken. I thought.

I feel awful for what has happened to Acer, he had a heart of gold.

Anyway, I need to stop dwelling on the past, it's not like it is going to change anything. He is dead, I am going to have to learn to accept that and move on. I know that sounds harsh, but it's reality if I want to prevent what happened to Acer to anyone else. On the brighter side, I can ask Alessio if I can say goodbye and a give him a decent burial, if he hasn't already been dealt with that is.

Walking into the bathroom I take a quick shower and throw on a cream sweater, some black, matte skinny jeans and paired them with some black boots. Looking at myself in the mirror, the bruises are still prominent, but the swelling has gone down significantly. Rummaging through the cosmetic back that is situated upon the counter, I come across some concealer and attentively apply it to the visual areas.