"W-well it s-started a f-few years a-ago." I managed to get out. Alessandro's hands are holding mine as he caresses the soft skin, comforting and grounding me. I take a deep breath before continuing. "I w-was d-driving... I-I was o-on my w-way to m-meet my p-parents and my... b-boyfriend. Now e-ex. W-we were g-going to have a s-small f-family party s-since we h-hadn't seen e-each other i-in forever. M-My ex w-was making his o-own way d-down later in t-the day because h-he had a w-work m-meeting. So I-I left e-early s-so I could spend m-more time w-with my p-parents. Me and m-my ex u-used to live t-together at the t-time, so w-we decided I'd l-leave first then h-him later o-on." I expain waiting a few seconds to catch my breath. "I h-had got t-the w-week off w-work. I u-used to v-volunteer a-at the a-aquarium there... I w-was making m-my way d-down there. I-it was about a t-three h-hour d-drive to my parents f-from where w-we lived. I d-decided to d-drive down s-some shortcuts I k-kn
I snuggle myself into the warmth beneath me, my pillow firm but soft and comfortable. Wait, what? Pillows aren't supposed to be hard. "No they're not Ilaria." A familiar chuckle and laugh says from next to me, making me even more confused. Did I just say that out loud? "Yes you did Ilaria." He laughs once more making me hide my face into the pillow with a groan. Pillow. No wait? I slowly open my eyes, blinking a few times to wake myself up. I notice I'm lying on a chest by turning my head slightly. As I inhale his manly scent, I notice his white buttoned shirt is slightly undone, giving me a view of his sculpted tanned chest and a few tattoos. Looking up slightly, I meet Alessandro's amused grey eyes and a small smile. As he chuckles again, this time louder, I feel my cheeks warm up and move so my face is hidden from his view. "Come on Ilaria, get up. You've been asleep for a few hours now." He said as he starts to nudge me off his chest gently, which just makes me bury myself into
My head pounds as I hang upside down in this small space, blood rushing to my head. Glass shards can be seen strewn about me, some of which are entangled in my hair and bloody clothes. I put my hands on my chest and pull on the seatbelt across it in an effort to release the pressure. I can hear shouts in the distance, as well as a siren approaching. I try to crawl out of the cramped confines, but I come to a halt as a pain-filled cry leaves my chest, tears streaming down my face. Dizzying black stars erupt in my eyesight, causing me to close my eyes in the hopes of stopping the nausea. The loud wailing sound of a siren approaches, exacerbating the pain in my head. As I hear footsteps coming, I close my eyes and fall off into the comfort of the darkness.I jolted off the bed, gasping for air, a drip of sweat pouring down my brow. When are these nightmares going to end? Not any time soon apparently, I've only been having them now for what... 4 years. I enter my small white and mint green
I've been working for a few hours now, and aside from our regular clients, the bakery has been relatively quiet. Lucas left not so long ago, he said, and I quote he needed "to babysit the lion." aka his little sister. Abbey had just finished her shift as well, leaving me and a few other co-workers to operate the bakery.I am disturbed from my reverie by the bell's jingle, which alerts me to the presence of a customer. Looking across to the entrance, I observe a young child attempting to open the large, heavy doors while shoving his body through the narrow opening. The doorknobs were just slightly out of reach of the top of his head. Where are this boy's parents?I move around the counter moving towards the small boy slowly, and crouch down so I'm eye level with the young black haired boy. His silver grey eyes were full with curiosity as he looked around the bakery before his eyes met mine, his tiny body taking a step back."Hey there little guy. Where are your parents?" I ask softly, g
Matteo's small body falls from my lap and dashes behind my chair, the blanket falling to the sides of the chair he was just sitting on. Standing up, I carefully turn around, my gaze meeting the most stunning silver eyes I've ever seen. His arms were wrapped around the miniature version of himself. Matteo. Behind him stood multiple men in black suits. Some standing by the door and other standing outside. Shiny black cars lined up outside the bakery."What did I tell you about wandering off? You don't leave your babysitter's side. Ever. Got it?" Matteo politely nods in response to the man's deep voice, not seeming scared of the giant figure in front of me, Matteo then turns to face me with a broad smile. He bounces on his feet as he releases his grip on the giant in front of him."Dad! Daddy! You have to meet someone! I have a new friend." Matteo exclaims enthusiastically, seizing the man's hand and tugging him over to where I was standing. Matteo's hand practically disappeared against t
"I um... I d-don't need a driver. And um... m-move in with y-you?" I manage to get out through my panicked state, as I look back at Alessandro and then back at the floor when I see his face change to frustration. He wouldn't be like him, would he?"You will be living in with us, yes. How do you expect to look after Matteo while you live somewhere else?" Alessandro says with a bigger scowl on his face, my body starting to shake under his gaze. I see Matteo out the corner of my eye looking between his father and I, stopping on me with a worried frown. I'll be ok Matteo, if your father doesn't end up killing me first that is."But my a-apartment. And -""Your apartment and belongings will be taken care of." This time he said it frustratedly, his foot tapping impatiently on the floor. His shiny black shoes making a steady tapping sound on the wooden floors of the bakery."I really don't n-need a driver." I shakily say. I'm not sure how to tell him I can't get in that car without sounding l
I'm currently sitting in front of my apartment complex watching the cars go by. I try to calm my racing heart by encircling my knees in my arms, taking in large deep shaky breaths. The only sound I can hear is the pounding sound of my heart booming against my chest.Looking back at me feet once more, I rest my cheek on my knee looking at the small scar poking out from beneath by trousers, almost taunting me at the situation I'm putting myself in. I grab the zipper on my bag next to me, playing with it as a way to keep me from nervously scratching the skin on my hands. The skin by my nails turning slightly pink from the scratching yesterday at the bakery."Ilaria Parker?" A man said to me in front of me, jolting me out of my reverie. With his salt-and-pepper hair and black suit, this man, who appears to be in his forties, met my eyes. "Yeah that's me." I say confused. As I watch him approach me and motion toward my luggage, I respond while getting up on wobbly legs, holding onto the ba
"Welcome to the Lombardi residence."I watch as he gives me a small nod of the head, before leaving the large living space. I'm now left alone in the silence of un unfamiliar place. What does he exactly suggest I should do next? Looking around the room, I take in the expensive furniture, and the large stone fireplace to the right of me.I move slowly in the direction I saw Matteo go earlier, trying to find him in this massive maze of a mansion. But instead of moving into another room, as I expected, I'm faced by a long meandering corridor. That's just my luck. I take slow steps down the corridor, my palm trailing across the smooth paint of the spotless white walls. Bare. They are all naked. There are no decorations, art, or family photos. Nothing.Turning around the corner, I collide with a towering figure, my head colliding with his slightly unbuttoned shirt. As I raise my gaze, I notice the same blonde man from the bakery the previous day.... Tio? Yes, that was his name. His blonde
I snuggle myself into the warmth beneath me, my pillow firm but soft and comfortable. Wait, what? Pillows aren't supposed to be hard. "No they're not Ilaria." A familiar chuckle and laugh says from next to me, making me even more confused. Did I just say that out loud? "Yes you did Ilaria." He laughs once more making me hide my face into the pillow with a groan. Pillow. No wait? I slowly open my eyes, blinking a few times to wake myself up. I notice I'm lying on a chest by turning my head slightly. As I inhale his manly scent, I notice his white buttoned shirt is slightly undone, giving me a view of his sculpted tanned chest and a few tattoos. Looking up slightly, I meet Alessandro's amused grey eyes and a small smile. As he chuckles again, this time louder, I feel my cheeks warm up and move so my face is hidden from his view. "Come on Ilaria, get up. You've been asleep for a few hours now." He said as he starts to nudge me off his chest gently, which just makes me bury myself into
"W-well it s-started a f-few years a-ago." I managed to get out. Alessandro's hands are holding mine as he caresses the soft skin, comforting and grounding me. I take a deep breath before continuing. "I w-was d-driving... I-I was o-on my w-way to m-meet my p-parents and my... b-boyfriend. Now e-ex. W-we were g-going to have a s-small f-family party s-since we h-hadn't seen e-each other i-in forever. M-My ex w-was making his o-own way d-down later in t-the day because h-he had a w-work m-meeting. So I-I left e-early s-so I could spend m-more time w-with my p-parents. Me and m-my ex u-used to live t-together at the t-time, so w-we decided I'd l-leave first then h-him later o-on." I expain waiting a few seconds to catch my breath. "I h-had got t-the w-week off w-work. I u-used to v-volunteer a-at the a-aquarium there... I w-was making m-my way d-down there. I-it was about a t-three h-hour d-drive to my parents f-from where w-we lived. I d-decided to d-drive down s-some shortcuts I k-kn
"You can't catch me!" Matteo yells at me, his little giggles echoing down the corridors as I run after him, shaking my head in amusement. I chase after him, my breath coming out unevenly as I try to figure out where he's gone. I should have asked Alessandro for a map of this place. Walking down the corridor, I try to keep my steps quiet so he doesn't notice if I'm approaching him."Matteo." I sing, when I find that I can't see him anywhere. I notice the curtain moving in front of one of the large windows. I turn the corner and enter what appears to be another sitting room. I quickly open the curtain, expecting to see Matteo, but he isn't there. Looking up, I notice a small window open at the top, causing the curtain to sway slowly. Sighing I turn around to see Matteo standing by the door with a sly grin on his face. "Oh your in for it now." I laugh as I run after him again, his little giggles filling my ears and making my heart skip a beat. How does this little guy run faster than me
"Huh. So you're the babysitter that's changed our Matteo and Alessandro." I turn to my right and see the same amused brown-haired, brown-eyed man staring at me, his large frame sitting on the arm of the chair, his arms crossed. Taking a look behind him, Tio and a few strangers I've never seen before catch my eye. They were all massive, not as built or as tall as Alessandro. Each of them wearing fancy black suits, all of them matching one another. Tio's sitting next to the brown haired stranger on the chair, his leg lounged open. Two strangers standing behind the chair, one with dirty blonde hair, and the other one with black."Yeah no shit Enzo. Who else would that be?" The dirty blonde haired guy said, hitting the back of the brown haired guy who I now know is called Enzo. He winces and rubs the back of my head, making me concerned for him. What is with people in this house hitting one another like its the normal thing to do?"A-are you o-okay?" I ask, wide-eyed, as Enzo looks at me
"Ilaira.... I'll ask again. What are these?"Alessandro inquires sternly and softly at the same time. I can't say anything as my body freezes and tears flow once more from my eyes. Little sniffles escaping from my chest. I feel his hand reach for my arm. I flinch at the memory of him dragging me to the car earlier, but he doesn't. He traces over the pink scars on my arms, the lightest touch I've ever felt on my skin. His breath is coming out in quick, uneven bursts compared to my now slower breathing. I feel his hands move to my other arm rolling up the other sleeve revealing the rest of my scars, his breathing coming to a halt.I close my eyes, not wanting to see his disgusted expression. My scars are unsightly and stand out against my pale skin. I try to hold back my sobs as they try to escape my chest. But one seems to escape, my sniffles intrrupting the silence in the room.This time, I feel his hands come up, unbuttoning the chunky cardigan and lightly removing it from my should
Alessandro. His grey eyes meet mine, and let me tell you he is angry. No furious. His jaw is clenched tightly, as if it could snap at any moment. I'm surprised he hasn't broken through skin with his hands clenched at his sides. he doesn't move just stands there staring at me. It's as if he's staring into my soul. My hands shake at my sides, I don't dare move scared that Alessandro will just snap at any moment."Where. Is. Your. Phone?" Alessandro asks, his words coming out gritted teeth and quickening my heart rate. I take my phone from my back pocket and show it to him, watching his eyes move to it before quickly snatching it, forcing me to bite back my words. I observe him as he scrolls through my phone. I really need to put a password on my phone. He aggressively turns my phone towards me, displaying the messages he sent me."And why prey tell. Did you ignore me?" He asks once more, holding my phone in front of my face. I don't say anything too scared when he's like this. A tense
"I never liked Allison." Lucas said this while slouching against the bed and munching on a slice of pepperoni pizza. Abbey just nods, her gaze fixed on the TV; I doubt she understands what Lucas just said, but she agrees anyway."Oh no." Lucas says it with sadness this time. Looking to see what he's upset about, I notice him staring at the last slice of pizza in the box, as Abbey does. I watch as they both turn to look at each other before shouting about why they should have the last slice."I saved you from babysitting your sister!" Abbey screams pulling the box towards her. "Yeah... well I ordered the pizza!" Lucas screams back tugging the pizza box towards himself now. As they fight over the pizza box, they begin tugging it between themselves. My stomach rumbles as I gaze at the pizza in the box. They wouldn't know if like you know.... I stole a small slice of pizza? Right? Deciding to go for it since you know it's pizza. I reach forward and take the slice. Abbey and Lucas both ob
"I swear Ilaria I will kill a man, if you need me to." Lucas sternly says through the phone, after I told both Lucas and Abbey what Alessandro did. I needed some answer's. I am so confused. I haven't left my room since Alessandro took Matteo from my arms. I don't have the guts to meet his eyes after what he said. "Ilaria. What is it that you always tell me to do when I have rude customers in the bakery?" Abbey asks hrough the phone calmly, making me settle down slightly. "Ignore the people who's always talking behind your back, that's where they belong... behind your back." I whisper out through the phone hearing them hum in agreement. "Say your strong Ilaria." Lucas say's in a serious voice, leaving silence following after when I don't say anything. "But I'm not Lucas..." I whisper, tears appearing in my eyes. "I cry over the smallest things... All those years ago....I let... let him walk all over me... I let him talk to me like I was dirt underneath his shoe.... I didn't do any
This morning, I awoke to a warm weight on top of me. I shuffle slightly as a result of the cramp in my leg, which causes the weight to snuggle into my neck and confuse me. I squint as the sun slithers through the gap in the curtain, stinging my eyes. When I turn my head to the left, I see Matteo's head snuggled into my neck, his body under my covers, his arms around my stomach clinging tightly to my shirt.I smile, caressing Matteo's soft black hair, and he smiles back, snuggling even closer to me, his nose tickling my neck. I try not to laugh out loud because I don't want to wake him up. I was shocked by the fact that Alessandro wanted to put Matteo to bed last night, he hasn't done that at all over the past few days I've been here. I guess he wants to try again. At least he's trying. I'd rather someone try and fail than to never try at all. "ILARIA!" I hear a familiar voice scream, followed by loud banging footsteps speeding up the stairs. My heart rate increases as I hear him appr