What do you think about David and Salvatore so far? I LOVE them. But as the author, I don't want to be biased. I want to hear your thoughts. The next chapter's coming soon❤❤💖💕💖💕🌈
Salvatore;I walk back into my old bedroom and find David perched on a couch, eating, and Lucas is on the bed. They both look up at me, then at themselves, and away from each other. What was that?Something feels odd. “Good morning,” I greet as I step in and shut the door behind me, and David starts coughing.“Good… good morning…” He responds after being able to clear his throat, but seeing the shade his cheeks are taking, I can tell that something is going on… Or something happened. Lucas also looks a little out of his wits. I turn to him and find the first few buttons of his shirt undone as he fans himself with a notebook. The food must be hot… Or maybe something else is… That reminds me. When Mrs. Lana and I crossed paths on the stairs, she couldn’t stop smiling like she just won a lottery. She must’ve… She must have walked in on both of them doing something. And now they’re all flustered…I walk over to the bed and sit beside Lucas. I don’t have a plate here cause Mrs. Lana
Lucas;“I want… I want…” I slowly blink my eyes as the soft murmurs disrupt my sleep. I look down and find David on his side, curled softly into himself and pressing against my chest. “Mmm…” He mutters in his sleep again, and a smile splits my face. Talking in his sleep really is a habit, isn’t it?I gently reach for his face and tilt his face up so I can see him. He stirs a bit, and I pause when he wraps an arm around me. He falls back into sleep, and my eyes fall to his lips. Pink small and… I blink in awe when he start sucking softly on his lower lip. What… is he dreaming about food? That’s right. He was so worried about Sal last night, we both forgot to eat… even though Mrs. Lana brought the food to my room. He must be starving. He’s busy dreaming about food. “Tastes… so warm…” He continues, and I bite my lips to keep from laughing. Ugh, I wish I could get a video of this! He starts sucking his bottom lip again, and everything seems to slow down as I stare at the now mois
Salvatore;I look up in alarm at the familiar voice, and glee explodes inside me when I see Lucas. The little man gets up from the dining table where he and Uncle Aldo were sitting, and runs up the stairs to meet me. He wraps his arms around me, and I have to grab hold of the railings so both of us don’t tumble down. “Wow! That’s a lot of energy you have there!” I exclaim as he lets go, and the young man steps back to flex a bit. “Yeah. I’m all healed now. Thanks to you!” He says rather proudly, and I smile at the young blonde before ruffling his hair. He may be his father’s only legitimate child, and the one Uncle Aldo always pines over, but he’s also the one who looks more like his mother instead of my uncle. I look up and find Uncle Aldo staring at me with what others might call a blank face, but I can recognise that scowl from a mile away. Especially since it’s so identical to my father’s.“How long have you guys been here?” I question Lucas as we walk down the stairs, and h
Mrs. Lana;My brows knot when I check Lucas’s room and find that they’re not there either. I heard Sal playing last night, and I know they were all in his old room, but I thought they would have come down to sleep. I guess they didn’t. I sigh before turning around and making my way towards the stairs. Normally, I wouldn’t disturb them, but Aldo and young Lucas are here. They’ve been asking for Sal for the last fifteen minutes, and I can’t stall any longer. It’s a few minutes after 10, and I’m shocked that Sal isn’t up yet. He is usually up by this time. The man hardly sleeps. I get to Sal’s old room, and pause when I find the door wide open. I look at the bed, but it’s empty too. Empty??Where are these…?My eyes spot a foot peeking from the other side of the bed, and my forehead creases in confusion. Don’t tell me they…I walk into the room, and when I get to the foot of the bed, I stop. Right on the floor, huddled close to each other like penguins surviving a snowstorm… All t
David;My phone begins to buzz, and I slowly pull away from Lucas and Sal. They turn to me, and I stare at my screen with a raised brow. It’s an unknown number. Who’s this?My heart skips a beat as a horrific thought comes to mind. Could it… could it be Dimitri?No. I… I killed him… he’s dead…“Who is it, David?” Lucas’s voice pulls me out of my web of thoughts, and I look up at him with my uncertainty on full display.“I… I don’t know.” I reply, and Sal snatches the phone from me. He puts the phone on speaker mode and then answers it. “Hello, boss? It’s Mark. One of the men you sent with the girl to the hospital.” The strange voice informs, and relief washes over me… but only for a second.“H…how is she!?” Sal demands, and we hear static. Almost like the guy dropped the phone. He certainly wasn’t expecting to hear Sal’s voice. “B…boss. Good… good evening. Err… good to… good to know you’re up and active.” He responds, and my heart breaks. He’s stalling. He doesn’t have good news
Since we're at chapter 166, the chapter will be longer now as a reward for coming this far, my loves.(✿◠‿◠)****David;‘Dear Diary…I am writing this today… because I have no one to talk to. I feel alone. I feel lost. I know there are people around me who love me. My mom, my dad, Rosalina… But I’ve stepped into something I never should have. They warned me. Father told me not to trust Dimitri, but I didn’t listen. Now… now Sofie is dead. She was my best friend. She meant so much to me, and Dimitri killed her… because of me… Sofie is dead because of me. I can’t tell her parents I know where she is. I can’t tell my parents that I gave her an unbefitting burial in the middle of the woods cause I’m too scared to tell anyone what really happened. I feel horrible. Like I’m choking. Drowning. I feel alone, and there’s no one to turn to. Nothing to do. I… I don’t like this feeling. I want it to end, but I don’t know how. I’m scared… I’m scared, and alone and even though there are so many