"Good morning."
"Good morning, we leave today. How are you feeling?"
"I'm ok and again, thank you so much, I actually don't know how I'm gonna repay you," I say as tears well up in my eyes.
"You really don't have to," he says as he moves toward me. He stretched out his arms for me to hug him, and I moved forward and hugged him.
I've never felt so safe in a hug like I do right now.
I hear someone clear their throat and move away from him to see Lorenzo coming down.
"Get a room," he says, and Matteo visibly rolls his eyes.
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After breakfast, we showered and packed up all our stuff, and got ready to leave.
The others were going to the airport but I told Matteo I needed a few things from my old house.
We got in the cad and he drove me to the house. Once we arrived and saw Jason's car in the driveway, he insisted on coming in with me, but I told him I would be fine.
I walked up to the door and knocked on it and then heard a "come in."
When I opened the door, I found him lying on the couch watching TV with a beer bottle in his hands.
At 12 pm
The whole house was a mess, and it reeked of alcohol.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here. Did your new sugar daddy throw you out, you whore ass bitch." He said.
I started walking toward the stairs when he got off the couch.
"Where do you think you're going? You're not going to come into my house after days of not being here and think you own it." He walked toward me, grabbed my wrist, and twisted it. I cried out in pain and that only brought a sadistic smile onto his face.
He grabbed my face and asked, "What do you want?"
"I need to get my stuff" I answered.
"Oh so he didn't chase you out, it's only a matter of time before he throws you out when he finds out you're broken and used. Remember, how me and my friends stripped you of the little you had left you worthless whore. No one's gonna want a fat, used, broken bitch." He finishes as tears roll down my face.
You would think that from the years of torture and use of derogatory terms, I would have gotten used to it but nope.
He lets go of my face and pushes me to the stairs." Get what you need and get out of my house bitch"
I walk up the stairs and into my room to start packing my stuff into my old schoolbag which is pretty hard when one of my wrists feels basically broken but I try to as fast as I can because I know Matteo's still waiting.
To think I just fit most of my life into one schoolbag...
I walk downstairs and see him leaning on the couch waiting for me apparently. He walks towards me and says.
"You better not have taken anything of mine" Once he's in front of me, my face glues to the left and there's a stinging feeling on my cheek.
"Get out," he says and I walk out as quickly as I can and try to wipe the tears so that Matteo doesn't see me crying.
When I reach the car, I open the door and try not to look at Matteo because I'm sure my sheek is red.
"You got everything?" he asks
"Yeah," I answer
"You okay?" He answers and I nod my head.
"Aaliyah, look at me,"
I feel tears well up in my eyes, and my bottom lip starts to quiver. He brings his hand up to my chin to turn my face toward him.
"Aaliyah, what happened?" He asks, a panicked look on his face. The tears drop from my eyes, and he pulls me into a hug.
I cry on his chest.
I'm so pathetic. He doesn't even know me that well, and here I am crying on his shirt.
I move away and wipe my face," I'm fine, let's go."
Seeing I don't wanna talk about it, he starts driving without another word, and we make it to the airport.
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I've honestly lost motivation to do this book. But ima push.
I don't even really know the storyline anymore
Ha ha ha
*nervous laugh*