Lahat ng Kabanata ng SAVOUR: THE MAFIA'S BABYSITTER: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Shocked, I couldn't move. I could hear nothing all I saw, was a crowd gathered and bouncers started pulling Stefano away from the man, who's has gone limo, he was in between losing his consciousness. And I felt short of breath, my chest squeezing. I was suffocating. Taking the support of walls, I maneuvered from the mass of people, funding myself, to the exit. Abandoning the club I walked a little and hid in the ally beside the club. Sitting on the ground, I started taking deep breaths. My hands rubbed my chest. My vision was blurred and then I felt the streaming down from my face. And I knew I am having a panic attack. Deep breaths were no help. It was as if I forgot how to breathe. "Tiara.Tiara..." I can hear the voice but my body wasn't responding, as if everything was getting numb..." please baby please ...breath for me baby." slowly my brain registered the voice as Stefano's, and I once again tried breathing, the struggled continued but eventually I was able to come out of my

Tiara's POV Nights are always made for people to rest. Most people crave nights. They love the stars and moon and obsidian skies more than they like the sun. I was one of them too. After a long tiring day, I would wait for the bright rays of the sun to fade, the sky to turn orange, and gradually for it to be raven in color. And once the stars slowly start imitating the Christmas fairy lights. I would finish my dinner and would straight up go to my room, where I and my sister would climb to the roof of our window and would star gaze. With our eyes fixed on different constellations, we would hope for a shooting star. Meanwhile, we will run to each other all about how our day was spent. We were two normal sisters, talking about a teacher, boys, new fashion, new shows, and dreams. But that one incident changed everything. The comforting nights changed into nightmares. The rest turned into anxiety. I feared being with my thoughts and sleep was something that put the last nail in my c

Tiara's POVAt midnight, I woke up, and feel parched.Stefano was sleeping peacefully, with his arms wound around me. My back stick to his chest. Slowly, I pry his hands away from my body. And remove the sheets, only for cold winds, coming from the window, to graze my bare body. Naked I walked around the room, in search of something to cover my body. My eyes land on our bags, still unpacked. And i am in no mood to open and unpack in the middle of the night. Hence I look around again. Shivering, I kept looking to find Stefano's black shirt, on the ground. Picking it up, I put it on, and exit the room, on tiptoe. Not wanting to disturb Stefano's slumber.After our little action earlier we both were exhausted and needed sleep it didn't take us long before we were out. Especially Stefano, he was tired more than I, as he derived such a long distance without any break, whereas i did get to nap on our way here. Descending the stairs, I reach, what seems like the living room, and instan

"Martha, can you please close the windows it's raining, heavily." Requesting our helper, I turned my attention to the sums of algebra, the reason I am at home, not in some gala with my family.But I am happy that I got a legit reason to not attempt those pretentious galas. I mean you pimp up yourself only for people to put their useless opinions and judgments on us as if they are perfect and not a single flaw has ever touched them. To be honest I am not one to judge people. I dont pass my opinions on girls who love makeup or invest more of their time in shopping and all. I mean we all have the right to do things that makes us happy, what I hate is girls trolling girls. Because in most cases I have seen women being the worst critics of women. Which I am completely against. Another gush of strong winds rattled the windows. The weather made me crave a cup of hot chocolate. But I am feeling lazier to go and make one. I can ask Martha but I am too fussy with my hot chocolates,

WaterPerched I squirmed at my place. My throat is dry. "Water!!!!! "I screamed for the thousandth time since I am being trapped here. But just like always no reply. Silence. Usually, silence is the only thing I find comfort in for the last month. But not when I am thirsty. I get water when they want and that's only 3 times a day. Morning, afternoon, and night. With it, they serve two slices of bread. Nothing less nothing more. I can't even complain about the situation I am in, somehow, I brought this upon myself. "Water!!!!!!" I screamed again, with my scratchy throat but was met with the same response. After being trapped here for almost a month, I should just stop struggling, since I know they won't give me what I want. Still, I try my luck. It's not dying I am afraid, in fact of anything I will be more than happy to be dead. I have nothing left to live for. All my dreams end up being nightmares. And I am left to be tortured by those dreams only. Defeated, I walk t