~Lorenzo~
(𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘)
"ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔?" 𝑖 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑.
"𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔'𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑤𝑒'𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒'𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚." 𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑙𝑦 , 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒. "ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒?"
"𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙.",
"𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑧𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘?" 𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑,
𝐴 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔.
"𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙",
"𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 18 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡", 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 , "𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎, ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑."
𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛, 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑐𝑦.
"𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡, 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ" 𝑖 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒.
"𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤",
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑢𝑡, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑅𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝐼𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦 , 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑎.
~ Malia ~
The loneliness was making me colder, biting at my fingertips. The rattling sounds were like pins be pricked Into my head , I couldn't make out if it was my mind playing games on me or the place where I had been taken.
I can't see,
I was sorounded by darkness, sucked into a void. I want to scream, but nothing is allowed to come out. Im grasping onto my throat, begging for it to speak. I glide the palms of my hand across the cracked floor, letting the dirt lead me to anywhere but emptiness.
I try to remember, I think hard as to what I had last seen. A black bag Being pulled down onto my head, I saw shoes when I looked down, but nothing that looked familiar enough. I was pushed into a vehicle, I knew that as I had heard the engine. Tears streamed down my cheeks, dripping down on the plastic ,as I realised I was getting further away from Eva. I was then lifted up by a set of arms , shoved into the nothingness. When I took off the plastic bag ,it was no different from my head being inside it
I despised the darkness, the feeling of not knowing what was right in front of me, left the hairs on my arms to stand upright. But sometimes I hated the darkness, because I blamed it.
if i wasn't in the dark could things have been different for me?
That day with Daniel, everything happened so fast. In the moment I couldn't think straight, but maybe if I had even the smallest speck of light ,I could of maybe seen something that could of helped me. The excruciating pain, with nothing but the colour black being reflected onto my eyes.
𝐻𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠, 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒.
"𝑃𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑆𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑃!" 𝑖 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤, "𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑖 𝑏𝑒𝑔 𝑢".
"𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡 𝑢𝑝" ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑,
"𝑖 𝑐-𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒"
"𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔" ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ.
I couldn't stay in this room any longer, the air in my lungs felt as if it was cutting out short.
I wanted to close my eyes, but the feeling of panic was taking over. Just as I felt I was about to give up, I could hear a muffled voice from behind the wall. I used my hands , to crawl to where the sound was coming from. A metal door prevented me from getting any closer.
"She's in here" I heard it say,
I banged against the door, hoping for someone to get me out. I wasn't going to stay in here any longer, I couldn't bare it. My hands slapped against the door, creating a monstrous noise to echo. I yelled the loudest I could, though it sounded more like cries.
When I went to continue my pattern of hitting against the metal, this time I ended up falling straight through. When I looked up the brightness from outside, blinded me with it's light.
"Hey , hey it's me" ,an annoyingly, familiar voice whispered into my ear. My eye's immediately shot up, to see the face I had only seen in my dreams up till now.
His hand went towards my face, stroking away a tear that was running down my cheek. His touch was mesmerising, a million flames being lit up at once. I didn't know I missed it so dearly untill now.
"Stop" I mumbled under my breath, shuffling away from him. When I came to the sense that I've spent all this time in hiding, only to end up right back in his cage.
"Malia",
"No, no, no, no" I cried, getting louder as I saw him get closer.
"Stop" I heard him say, as I crawled back into the darkness, the only place that was close enough to get me away from him.
His hands gripped onto my waist, pulling me into his chest. The sounds of my screeching, must of felt like nails scraping down on a chalk board. He held on tight, restraining me in his arms.
"GET OFF" I huffed, accidentally chewing on my own hair.
Pain flooded over my face, I wanted to scream untill I couldn't scream no more. I wanted everything to disappear, I wanted to disappear.
Romano's arms caught onto my wrists, swinging me closer to him. I heavily breathed out onto him, attempting to catch my breath. He stared into my eyes, as I glared at him with nothing but spite. The anger of mine was slowly being replaced by an uncontrollable amount of sadness. Yet I forced the danger of my flames to stay, trying my best to rip my arms away from him.
"Enough" he whispered, as I acted like an untamed lion ripping free from it's cage. "FUCKING ENOUGH MALIA!".
He suffocated me in his arms, unwillingly making me lean into his chest. I heard him mumble something under his breath, as his head nuzzled down onto my shoulder. I felt his hands lightly draw circles on my back, a stupid attempt to calm me down, yet it was working.
"Let go" I muttered, forcing my head up at him.
"Not until you calm down",
I exhaled out, slowly letting my eye's shut. I was tired , weak and my body felt useless. My face was rested against his chest, it gave me a sense of déjà vu to be in this position again.
"Why would you do this?" I sobbed, my fists curled into a ball, "why would you bring me back?".
"Why would you leave?",
I hit him against his chest, no longer tucked in close. "YOU LET ME LEAVE" I yelled , looking up at him in disbelief.
"Well I've changed my mind",
"you can't do that to me!" I screamed, violently hitting him again once more, "I'm not your toy, you can't just choose when you want and don't want me."
I harshly rubbed the tears and dirt from my face, transforming myself back to normal. I couldn't bring myself to look into his eye's, as the fear of my emotions breaking through was too strong.
"I know everything" I whimpered, cautious of my next words.
"What?"
I thought to myself, if I should take the risk of telling him what could or could not be true.
"What is it" he asked his speech laced with worry, and his right hand gripped onto my arm.
"Is it true our families were rivals?" I said, my heart beating at an abnormal pace, "that my parents were also part of.....all this".
He furrowed his eyebrows at me, in a confused manner. His eyes sparked at me, coloured in a way of curiosity.
"What are you talking about?"
"Please don't lie" I pleaded, desperately wanting to know the truth for once.
"Malia why are you so gullible?", he scoffed, with a sarcastic smile, "who put all this insanse information into your head".
"I'm not gullible i-"
"you'd believe anything that anyone tells you" he laughed,
"yh that's mabye cause I never hear the truth from you" I groaned, throwing my arms up in the air, "I just want the truth for once and you can't even give me that".
"I AM TELLING YOU THE TRUTH,"
I stared at him wordlessly, everything was spiraling in my head. The image of my so called mother, a life waiting in Italy and the man standing Infront of me might be the actual death of me.
"Whatever you've been told is a lie" he whispered, his hand laying behind my head. "You can't believe everything you hear".
I slowly backed away from him as He stared at me in a way of frustration.
"But what if I do believe it?".
He clenched his jaw, turning his back towards me. His hands fiddled through his hair, as I noticed him shut his eyes. When he turned back, he no longer looked sincere.
"We're going back now, you won't start a fight with me. You'll listen to me and stay in your room until I say you can come out", Romano mutters, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt.
"You can't j-"
"Malia I haven't been in a good mood for the past two weeks and your mainly responsible for that." He hisses , his hand holding down roughly on my shoulder. "Don't ... Make it worse".
(Hope you enjoyed the chapter<3)