D A V I N A
Edited
I glare at the hand print on my face through the mirror. It was an ugly, crimson colour and it just laid there in confidence.
I poke it with my pointer finger, and hiss in pain.
I was used to pain, but this one leaned towards the emotional side.
I've been hit by multiple people before, but never had I thought that my Father would be added onto the long, dreadful list.
The window suddenly creaks open, and I grab the knife situated on my thigh, and point towards one of the many windows.
I glare as Lorenzo walks into my room, forgetting that he was in my room in the first place.
"The fuck?" I growl, stalking towards him.
I stick my head out the window to make sure no one saw him, my hands on the window frame. I pull my head back into the room, and shut the window.
I turn around and find Lorenzo sitting on my bed. His back on the headboard, arms crossed from the elbow supporting his head, and one leg perched up while the other leg laid itself on the first leg.
"I always forget how nice your room is, it suits you." He licks his lips while looking me up and down.
I stare down at my outfit, grey sweatpants and a baggy random band merch t-shirt.
"Why are you here?" I deadpan, crossing my arms and glaring at him.
"You're getting married." He shrugs, standing up.
"Okay? Why do you care?" I snap, pointing an accusing finger.
"Jesus, you in your period, or something?" He raises his hands in a surrendering position.
Yes.
"The fuck kind of question is that?" I look at him with utter disgust, "Even if I was, does it matter?"
"Why are you here, Lorenzo?" I glare at him while he walks around my room.
"We're meeting up with the Russian's tomorrow." He shrugs.
"You mean in a few hours, it's 2 am." I roll my eyes, turning on one of the lights.
His eyes scan my face, and immediately darken as his eyes zero in on my cheek. Most specifically, the one with the slap mark.
"Davina." He stalks up towards me, placing his hand on my cheek.
I wince as his hand makes contact with my cheek, and he immediately pulls back.
"I'm only going to ask you once." He growls, glaring at the slap mark.
"Who the fuck did that?" My brain tried to rack up some lie.
"Don't lie to me." He adds, I internally roll my eyes.
"Rafael." I nod.
"He wouldn't leave a nasty mark like that." He rolls his eyes at my attempt.
"You calling him weak, or some shit?" I throw back, cocking an eyebrow.
"Fuck, I just- stop changing the subject, Davina." He glares at me.
"I'm not going to tell you." I lean against one hip, and place my hands on my hips.
"Jesus fuck." He sighs in anger, he takes a step close and I could literally feel his body heat radiating off of him. "You know I'd hurt anybody for laying a fucking hand on you." My breath gets caught in my throat. His eyes drift off towards my lip, he clears his throat and takes a step back. He walks in my closet, and I grumble to myself.
He steps out, and just looks at me. He looks around, with a condescending eye. He suddenly takes off his top, and I freeze. Before he can take his pants off, I gasp and turn around, covering my eyes.
"Lorenzo." I deadpan, my hands still covering my eyes.
I can hear rustling behind me, and I see him getting comfortable in my bed.
"Dude, what the actual fuck?" I rush onto the bed, and kick him off.
He flies off the bed, and lands on the floor. He groans as he rubs his head.
"Bitch." I mutter, pulling the blanket and comforter off.
"The fuck you doin?'" He asks, questioning my every move.
"You probably have your STD infested germs all over my bed, you fucking cockroach."
He lifts his head up, and looks at me with amusement.
"Cockroach?" His eyes linger with amusement, and I throw the blanket on his face.
I walk into my closet, and grab another comforter and blanket.
I dress the bed, and sigh in content when I snuggle into the warmness quickly.
"Can I-" Before he could finish, I toss him a pillow.
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I scan my room, and find my room empty. I see the window wide open, and I sigh in relief. I look over at the dresser, my eyes falling on the little red rose.
He remembered.
I quickly get dressed, and do my usual morning routine.
I jog down the stairs, and see my Father looking up from his newspaper.
I try to walk out from his peripheral vision, before he calls my name.
"Yeah?" I ask, scratching my head, nervous.
"Tell me why I saw that Rossi boy crawling out of your room?" He sips his coffee, casually.
Shit.
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