I fix my hair into a bun looking in the mirror, my hair is still damp from my shower earlier this morning. I'm not sure if it's just the time difference here, in Italy, as to why I'm waking up earlier than I'd usually wake up back home or Micah who wakes up early and smokes nearly a whole packet of cigarettes.
For all my classes Grace tries to cover saying I had an urgent family problem that I had to head back home for. She's jealous that while I'm here in Italy, with Micah, she's back at home working.
She tells her how grateful I should be since finding Micah because he spends his money on me, money that I'm not sure on where he gets it from. I watch him through the mirror, it's the only thing I can do.
Micah puts a shirt on before he looks at his phone. He puts his phone into his pocket before coming behind me. "Hey," I whisper as his lips gently touch my cheek, his hands on my wait.
"Get ready and come down."
"What?" I ask starring at his more than perfect reflection, "are we doing something today? Where I'm not left alone here."
"Sightseeing," he grins.
He leaves the room without another word. I stare at the spot his reflection once was in the mirror. Biting my lip I walk into the closet to get changed.
Sightseeing with Micah.
I can only imagine.
I wonder what expense his gone to only sightsee beautiful places throughout Italy. But whatever it is I'm sure it's better than last two days where his juts left me in this mansion sized villa to do work.
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Micah talks to someone over the phone, I'm sick of it, it's all he does. Even through the day when we were meant to be sightseeing he spent most the day on his phone or with a cigarette on his lips, sometimes he was participating in both activities.
How could he not enjoy the sight of this beautiful town.
It makes me wonder why how many times his actually been here to spend most the time with his face stuffed in his phone talking to only god knows who. I did enjoy most of the day when it came to sightseeing and the few minutes Micah actually paid attention to me.
After today it makes me realise how much I wanna go back home and just forget about Micah..
I'm not stupid to realise the things he does and how much it can hurt me so I don't know why I still stick around, why everything Micah does makes me not wanna leave, from the way he talks to the way he touches me.
He ends the call and grabs another cigarette watching the sun.
Stepping onto the balcony I take his phone from the bench and completely turn it off. "What are you doing, Rose?" He looks at me.
"All you do is talk on this stupid phone and I'm annoyed, you've barely said three words to me today. Why did I even come if your just here to talk on the phone?"
"Cause I have shit to do."
"Then you shouldn't have brought me here," I walk unto the bedroom throwing his phone on the bed before heading downstairs into the kitchen. I mean, I'm so glad and happy that he brought me all the way to Italy but i thought the elastic he could do is actually spend more time with me than his friend over the phone.
Micah comes into the kitchen, he doesn't say a word. He crosses his arms leaning against the door frame, "what was all that about?"
"What do your think it was about?"
"I was coming here whether you were or weren't which means I still gotta get my shit done while my step-father is out of town, Rose."
"What's so wrong with your step-father, Micah?" I ask, trying to get any word out of him to start a conversation that doesn't end up with a fight and Micah walks out for a couple hours.
"I know exactly what you think about me, imagine that monster one hundred times worse, Rosalie. Then you have my step-father."
I frown, "I don't think of you as a monster."
Micah grins shaking his head looking at me as if he knows I'm a liar, when I don't even think of him like that. I quickly follow him up the stairs, "Micah! I don't think of you as a monster."
"Well you should," his thumb presses against a cigarette in the ashtray which is slightly alight. He steps towards me until I can feel his body against mine, his hands circle around my waist pulling me closer into his chest which is nearly impossible at how close we already are. Micah leans down pressing his lips onto mine.
"Cause, baby, that's exactly what I am."
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I text Grace about my day as Micah's talks over the phone. Maybe my words did something to him, because this is his first call to someone since when we talked earlier today. I'm surprised that my words did something to Micah.
His a reckless kind - who doesn't listen to anyone.
Grace ends our conversation saying she has somewhere to be. I frown, she's my only way to realises I need to go back to reality other I will make myself believe I can stay here, with Micah despite everything I constantly want to be around that man.
Micah says a few last words on the phone before abruptly ending it.
He sits on the bed pulling his fingers through his hair, "fucking hell."
"Micah?" I ask, worried.
"Just go to sleep," he sighs standing up.
"What's wrong?"
"My step-fathers back in town and we have to go there tomorrow night."
My lips part, "we?"
"Yes, we. You and me not just fucking me," he states angrily. I frown putting my hands on his back where his muscles are tensed. I wanna tell him it's fine that we have to go to his step-father but that isn't my place, especially when I don't know the man.
I kiss his cheek, sighing.
"Let's just go to sleep."
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