Habromania [ habro•mania ]
n. delusions of happiness
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It was already nighttime. Strangely, I've began to notice how the days seem to fly by here. It wasn't too long ago that I hadn't even thought of this type of world existing. Now, I'm right smack in the center, and I still haven't even decided if I loved, or hated it.
Vincenzo had left shortly after our intimate time together, leaving me in his bed all alone. His masculine scent was engulfing me and I loved it. All I could do was ponder on what happened previously.
After getting up and taking my second shower of the day, I walked out of the room and headed downstairs. I had turned many corners and walked down many halls until I was finally in the kitchen.
Sarah was in there like always-cooking up some kind of food. "Hey," I spoke the second I came into contact with the delicious aroma of her food.
She turned around for a second with a smile on her face before turning back to the food she was cooking. "I'm making a special dinner for all the men in this house, would you like me to make the same for you, beautiful?" She asked with a wink.
I chuckled slightly before walking closer to her to see what she was cooking. The name of it wouldn't come to mind, but it did look as good as it smelt.
"Yes, that would be perfect," I told her before walking over to the counter and sitting on top of it like I normally do when I came down here to eat.
"So, how are things with the don?" She asked randomly, I raise my eyebrows as I look at her questionably.
"Wow, usually it's me being nosy," I laugh out jokingly which she joins in on. She closes the pot of whatever food she's making and sets a timer before coming over to stand right beside me.
"Things are good. I've been kind of pushing his buttons, though," I answered. Purposely, I only revealed enough to answer her question, but also enough to get her to let go of the subject entirely. It's a trick I've picked up from listening to the way Vincenzo speaks.
"Hmm. Well, I think it's just your personality because you push mine as well," she giggled out, turning on the faucet water and beginning to wash dishes. I let out a gasp, suddenly thinking about Anastasia.
"I can't even be mad at you because you're right," I said.
It seemed the odds were in my favor as Anastasia came into the kitchen. She looked completely drained, but still had this huge smile on her face. As I looked from her messy hair to the long shirt and small shorts she had on, I'd say the rest of her day was very exhausting.
"Hey, my two favorite girls," she said walking up to me and embracing me in a hug before going over and doing the same to Sarah.
"Anastasia, I'm so sorry. I should've listened to you, but I didn't. I'm stubborn, and stupid. You honestly deserve a better friend because I am far from it," I spoke hoping that she could hear how much I meant every word. She walked back up to me with that same beautiful smile playing out on her lips.
"Now, Bella. What kind of friendship would we have if one of us weren't the bad one who always convinced the good girl into doing dumb stuff? It's okay, trust me," she told me before placing a kiss on my cheek to prove that she meant it.
I couldn't stop the sad smile that formed on my face. How could she be so amazing when I have done nothing, but be so terrible to her?
"What are you making, Sarah?" She asked, pulling open the lid of the pot just as Sarah went over and smacked her hand slightly. Anastasia quickly dropped the lid right back over the pan and looked at Sarah with a 'it's not that serious' look.
"You'll see when it's ready," she told her, rolling her eyes. Anastasia walked over to the refrigerator before pulling it open and grabbing a bottle of water.
With Sarah's back turned over to cook the food, Anastasia was mouthing words and making ugly faces as an imitation of Sarah. I chuckled softly before shaking my head back and forth.
The second Sarah turned back around, she stopped her actions and looked elsewhere all innocently as if she were doing something else.
"How very mature of you, Anastasia," Sarah spoke. This caused me to laugh so hard. The face Anastasia made at getting caught only made it funnier.
I hopped down off the counter, feeling guiltiness wash over me again. It was a well deserved amount of guiltiness. It only made me feel worse to hear that she viewed everything that I did as okay. It wasn't okay, it was wrong.
"Hey, Bella, what has you so upset?" Anastasia asked. I grabbed ahold of her hand and walked her into the living room so we could get a bit more privacy. Concern was truly written all over he features as she gazed into my eyes.
"Anastasia, I could've made you lose everything. All because of a stupid dance that didn't do anything, but cause unnecessary damage. It's not okay at all, and I'm so sorry," I told her.
"This is what has you so down? I said it's okay, Bella. I really do mean it, so stop being sad," she laughed out. It was supposed to make me feel better, but I didn't-at all.
"Why are you so nice to me?" I asked, pulling my eyebrows in together as confusion was the only emotion that displayed itself onto my face.
"We waste so much time being angry with others and ourselves. Everyone is here to change the world, I don't want to spend my life changing it in a negative way. I'm still here, aren't I? I'm still breathing and I still have money in my pocket, why be upset over something that has already happened? When I got up there on that stage, it was by choice. You didn't put a gun to my head and force me. Also, I'm older than you and I know more about this place and this business than you do. I'm you didn't predict the actual damage that could've been done. There's more I could've done as well. Let it go, Bella, because not only are you wasting your time with anger, you're wasting it with guilt and sadness. It's okay," she explained to me before giving me a small smile.
I wrapped my arms around her and held onto her. My eyes were brimming with tears as her words had me digging deeper into my thoughts.
"I don't deserve you," I told her.
"Oh, shush," she gushed. I pulled away leaving her to see the tears threatening to come out as it blurred my orbs.
"I miss my old life sometimes. I miss going to school and cheer practice. I miss walking home from school, and waiting for my dad to get home from work. I miss watching movies with him, and joking with him as he tried his best to be my mother father," I cried out. Her face fell as she walked me toward the couch.
"I know how that feels, Bella. Most of us do around here. It gets easier, I promise," she told me soothingly.
"I'm sorry for the random venting," I chuckled out. She smiled at me before shaking her head in disagreement.
"I've done this to you plenty of times, plus it's good to finally let it all out," she said.
Vincenzo walked in, his eyes settling on me and the tears in my eyes. Anastasia, let me go and sent me a smile full of 'good luck' before walking away and back into the kitchen.
The second she was gone, he sat down beside me where Anastasia had been and pulled me into his lap. I wrapped my arm around him and nestled my head into the crook of his neck as he gently massaged my lower back.
"What's wrong, tesoro?" He asked, his voice deep and the feeling sent vibrations throughout my body as I laid against him. My eyes closed momentarily, just enjoying this moment. The smell of him and his rock hard body underneath me. It felt exactly how I've always wanted it to be.
"I was just thinking about how much I miss everything that I no longer have. Crazy how that works, right?" I chuckled before another tear fell from my eye leaving me to have the sniffles. His hand stopped for a second before resuming.
"I can understand that, Bella," he tells me. I wanted to lay here forever. He honestly didn't have to say a word in order for me to feel better, all I wanted was for him to be there.
"I've been acting reckless. I just want you to know that I'm not unhappy. The thing is, my maturity may not always match up to yours, and there are going to be days when I do dumb stuff that you, nor I, would ever be able to understand why. I'm going to be stubborn and nosy and selfish, but please just don't give up on me," I said, my voice cracking as more tears threatened to come out.
"Orabella, you have to give yourself more credit. I don't know why you look so down on yourself all the time. You may be stubborn, but you're also determined. You want to help and you care so much, at first I found it obnoxious, but now I don't view as a weakness. I'm not giving up on you, baby. Just don't give up on me," he told me. His words gave me a warmth feeling and it spread throughout my entire body.
"Never," I whispered, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips before hiding my face back into the crook of his neck.
"Food is ready," Anastasia said, walking in with a proud smile on her face before walking right back into the kitchen.
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