RopeBurn
"Now we're up against a wall
and she's calling me baby"
Chapter Eleven
Marco Pollo
Elvira
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My apartment in DC had Blackout curtains for every window in my room. One thing that always seemed to ruin my morning was when the light was what woke me up on my days off. The darkness helped me stay asleep, which I needed considering my job.
The sunlight had been a huge problem for me in this room. The bright blue walls only reflected the light more. So when my sleep was ruined by the blinds being pulled up it was no secret I was a bit pissed.
"Are you Elvira?" At the window stood a blonde woman. She was wearing some sort of dress with her blonde hair loose at her shoulders. Her posture didn't seem welcoming.
"Yes, who are you?" The blonde approached my bed while slapping her hands together to get rid of the invisible dust.
"You aren't even pretty." To say I was confused was beyond an understatement. I had never seen this woman before. The only people I had come in contact with was Aurora and Cuore Mio. "You're fat too, I mean look at you."
"Honey I don't know who you are but if your insecurities are really that bad perhaps you should think about getting a life coach." My tone stayed calm. I had dealt with bitchy blondes plenty of times before.
The blonde moved closer to my bed. Her hips swayed in an odd way. Like they were both breaking with each step. "You think you're better than me?" Being better than someone is hard to judge just from a five second encounter..
"I suggested a life coach. I do not see how that suggests I'm better than you."
"I could end you. All I have to do is say that you hit me and he'll toss you into the river like a penny. You are nothing to him." I should have assumed she would be the type to cry Wolf.
"Firstly people throw pennies into wells not rivers. Secondly, I don't want to be anything to anyone here." Past the blonde stood Aurora with a rolling tray at her hip. I couldn't make out the details of her face so I wasn't entirely sure how she felt about the conversation. Much less how long she had been there.
"Get out,Vanessa. You know he gave strict orders for no one but me and himself to enter. You are not above exceptions." Aurora walked further into the room and stopped the rolling cart in front of my bed.
"You might want to lay off of the food, fattie." Another insult I didn't take to heart. My weight was perfectly fine. Shortly after the insult she turned on her heel and left once again with her hip breaking walk.
"Pancakes, sausage, fruit bowl, eggs and orange juice. It's been requested that you try and eat as much as you can. We want you to stay healthy." I hated sausages.
"We?" With much pain I moved myself into a sitting position in front of the cart and popped a grape into my mouth. I didn't even really think to ask Aurora to eat first in case the food was poisoned. I was so starved I didn't exactly care.
The coily haired girl pulled a chair over and sat down. Her white coat folding and creasing as she did so. "Me and the Don. May I check your pulse? I'd like to look at your stitches too if you'd allow me." With her being so close it raised my anxiety. I didn't know her, nor did I feel too comfortable allowing her access to me.
"Sure, knock yourself out." Without another word I shoved half of a pancake into my mouth. Aurora proceeded to check my pulse before lifting my shirt to check my stitches.
"How are you feeling today? Have your headaches subsided? Do you feel tired? How much pain would you say you were in?" She spoke so quickly it was honestly rather hard to gather it all.
"Emotionally wise I am fairly irritated. Physically I am in a decent amount of pain. I am exhausted, especially seeing I haven't been asleep very long." The moment words stopped coming from my mouth the other half of a pancake was placed into it.
The blondes insult didn't really bother me. No one on this planet could make me feel insecure enough not to eat the foods I enjoyed. My Abuela taught me better than that.
"I'm going to have you take some medication alright? It should help with the pain. Though you may feel more tired while taking it. So go ahead and eat and I'll have your things ready for you shortly." She placed two white pills onto the tray and then moved back to my stitches.
She spoke again after I failed to give her a response. "You should stop moving so much, it almost looks like you've been climbing. You could tear your stitches and prolong the healing." Every word that she said sounded foggy.
"Mmhm.." With the time she spent speaking I spent finishing off yet another pancake and moving onto my fruit bowl. Nothing could get me to eat the damn sausage.
"Don't climb through the Skylight, we all know you were." As gently as she could her hands moved to replace my bandage.
"You are not in my position, Doc. I do not know you people."
"Leave us Aurora, I'd like to speak with her."
He walked in with a black bag in his hands. Without much of a fight Aurora gathered her things and left the room. For once I wished she would have stayed with me.
"Can I help you?" My eyes were trained on the bag. I couldn't quite understand why he bothered to bring it in a bag and not carry it in the open?
"Do you know what Micetta means, Elvira?"
It wasn't Spanish, so no I did not.
"You use it as a name, a title. So I'd assume that it means mouse?" A cognate perhaps.
"No, it means kitten. It is a word of endearment from my language. You're my little kitten, Elvira." He moved closer to me, eventually moving the cart of food away so that he towered over me.
"What is in the bag?" The question of the hour.
"I honestly didn't think you'd have enough balls to climb on the roof. Did you know how dangerous it is for someone with your eyesight to climb onto the roof? Very dangerous, Micetta." His shit eating grin was no where to be seen. He genuinely looked serious.
"What do you want?" Question of the week.
"You are always so quick with your words. Never explain in detail what you are talking about. Why not? I know your pretty little head is just swimming with thoughts. Yet you keep everything hidden." The switching between subjects had began to wear me out. I couldn't ask him one question without him answering with a different one.
"Get to the point. I'm tired of listening to you." I actually enjoyed listening to him. Contrary to my words his voice was incredibly soothing.
His grin returned as he opened the bag. He pulled a dog collar out that was centered with a bell and silver tag. I couldn't read it with him moving around so much.
"You'll be wearing this from now on. Remember when I mentioned that shock collar?" My eyes moved up to meet his. The threatening smirk never left his lips. "I warned you Micetta. Yet here you are trying to slip away through a skylight? I dare you to try running again." I slipped past him and kept my distance. Within seconds he was in front of me.
"You are not putting a collar on me." With one hand he slammed both of my hands above my head and turned me around. His hips were buried against me.
"You are going to wear it Bella, don't hurt yourself trying to fight me." With one hand he wrapped the collar around my neck and slipped the buckle into the right hole. Then he removed his other hand and pulled my hair out from under it. "I must advise that you don't try to remove it."
"Why?" I already knew why, but I needed to hear him say it to me.
"Because Micetta, it's a shock collar. If you try to remove it, it goes off. If you try climbing out of that skylight? It goes off. If you leave this room without my permission? It goes off." I wanted to kill him, honestly.
When my words didn't reach my tongue he spoke out again. "Do you want to know what it says?" His hips finally moved and after three steps away I turned to face him.
It wasn't too tight. Though just knowing that it was there around my neck was enough to anger me. I didn't want to know what it said. I truthfully didn't care enough.
"It says.. 'Property of Marco Russo'."
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Song: I met Sarah in the bathroom
Thanksgiving break is over which means finals are next week and I couldn't tell you a single thing that I learned this semester :)
On another note, what kind of pet do you own?
(If any)