"Not scared anymore?" He mumbles while his lips moving, trailing kisses down to my jaw.
I bit my lower lip tightly because of the sensation that my body starting to accept. He's getting touchy again which doesn’t complement his rough and rug facade.
"I never got scared of you" I replied trying to be serious despite the tingling sensation I'm feeling right now.
He stops what he's doing and bowed his head to level his face to me.
"Ah-huh?" He hissed playfully, provoking me, moving his brows up and down.
I wanted to laugh right now because honestly, it doesn't suit him. He looks so dominant, intimidating, and menacing, and yet he's raising his freaking eyebrow like a gay? He has a rug face for Pete's shake!
Instead of smiling to hide my giggle, I lick my lower lip and furrowed my brows to make it more convincing.
"You don't believe me" I mumble bu
Svanna Rose Zeneca-SantoriniWhen Vicenzo said that 'this is now over' he was wrong. That is just the end of our first journey together and the beginning of another battle that we must conquer together. During that last fight with Flacara Mafia, everything changes. Gordon died... Mom killed him intentionally. I couldn't accept it. But I need to be strong because he told me that he wanted to see me rising from the spotlight.I thought being the prima ballerina is the peak of my dreams. But then I realize that I just wanted to have Vicenzo stay with me the rest of our life. I don't need to be the prima ballerina of Zeneca Ballet or to be the white swan of Swan Lake play. Because I am already the prima ballerina to my own story and I just have to recognize that the main character doesn't just always play at the center. She could be a black swan like me.And this is my last dance, my last dance as the black swan. Because
When you thought everything is okay, reality will suddenly slapped you real hard- that no matter how good everything was, bad things is still right behind the corner waiting for the right time to strike again and mess your life again.It's always like that. You're a happy and then you're sad later. If you're sad now, you're happy later. It is a continuous cycle, a very redundant scenario. It was like a story that has a same plot but with different lines. It so fuck up!Before I end up in this kind of mess, in this kind of danger- everything is just good compare now. I have a peaceful and quite life away from trouble. I know it's boring because I spent all my life in dancing isolating myself from the people around me.I don't have a good relationship to my father, we don't usually talk, we don't even eat a meal together. I am not that welcome to the eyes of Mommy Adie even to Aliah, my haft sister. I was the black swan of the Zeneca family. I exist but only as th
"Where did you go?"I lift my head and I saw Vicenzo looking at me seriously. His rugged face is screaming with annoyance. He doesn't look pleased and I know the reason why.But instead of being scared with his unwelcoming greeting, I walk fast towards him and hug him tightly. I felt him stilled and his body went rigid with our sudden contact. But later after I felt his arm wrap around my waist and possessively pulled me even more to him.He's sitting on the single couch while I'm sitting on the top of his lap facing him with my legs wide open. Our position is quite awkward but I don't really care, I feel bad because of what happen."Tell me what happen?" He whisper while caressing my back.I sniff and buried my face on his neck "I miss Mom..." I whisper.He sigh "That's why you sneak out?" He utter in a controlled tone of voice.I pulled away and face him. His brows furrowed when he saw the dry tears in my face but later on his face
"No..." I shake my head and close my eyes "No...this is not true. I am just hallucinating. This is not true" I mumble to myself and pulled my hair.There's no way my Mom is alive after all these years. I always visit her grave, I always visit her whenever I miss her. Whenever I felt like everything seems against me. Whenever I felt alone..."You are not hallucinating Chèrie," Gianni said behind me "Tita Vanda is alive. She's alive Svanna Rose. The reason why Tito Roman doesn't want you to visit her grave is because she was never been buried-""No!" I scream, shaking my head "Mom is dead! She's not my Mom!" I exclaimed crying while looking at the woman in front of me who look exactly like me."Tito Romano never visit her grave, it's because he know that Tita Vanda never die in the first place-""Stop it Gianni!" I cut him off, breathing heavily while my eyes is clouded with tears.I shook my head and step back. My heart is beating fast
Let's meet...I close my eyes and took a deep breath. Wearing a black longsleeve top and black gap fit leggings I sneak out to the backyard of the mansion. It took me almost ten minutes before I successfully climb the tall wall that surrounded the mansion. I actually make sure that Vicenzo men is done checking the area before I sneak out.I honestly don't know why do I need to sneak out. But then my instinct is telling me that Vicenzo will not let me if I ask him to meet Gianni knowing that Calcifer and Greco has a suspicion to my cousin.I'm stubborn, I know that. But I really need to do this. I don't understand what does he mean by his message. Mom is alive? And he doesn't want Vicenzo to be my husband? That's absurd! That's crazy.I sigh and fix my black cap before I run away, making sure that nobody notice my disappearance. I immediately call a cab and give the address to the driver who keep on glancing at me because of my weirdness. Oh yeah,
I am crying non-stop, I don't know what to do. Dra. Mhalia is trying to reach me out and talk to me but I couldn't open my mouth to speak back. The image of Piato being shot in his shot as he slowly fell on the floor keep on rolling back inside my head. It keep on replaying like a broken movie tape. It won't stop bugging me. I am guilty, scared, and anxious."Mrs. Santorini..." Dra. Mhalia whisper, wanting to get my attention.With weary eyes, I turn my gaze at her. She's sitting on the chair beside my bed wearing the same white lab gown. I sniff when she smile at me, as if she's telling me that everything is alright without uttering a word."W-Where's Vicenzo?" I stuttered.I'm the first one who break the sound of my soft cries. I brush off those dry tears in my face. Worries is very visible in my eyes and I couldn't hide it. How will I do that if I am eating my guilt. I am asking them what happen to Piato but none of them gave me an assuring answer. The