I felt like a shell of myself. I did not have a core anymore.. I was disappointed in myself for allowing Dante to use me and I was mad that Dante did not feel anything I did for him. Cause if he felt something for me, he would not have sounded so cold and harsh towards me.I just felt weak as I walked down the stairs leading out of Dante’s house. When I got to the last step, I paused and rested my hand on the railing, trying to gain balance and steady myself. I wanted to scream, to yell out at the injustice of it all. I never wanted any of this, I never wanted to witness the murder and I definitely didn't ask to get tangled up with Dante and loose my uncle.At the bottom of the stairs, I got a good look at the kitchen, I saw Gabriella, she sat at the table with her shoulders slumped and her brows creased with worry. She looked so weak, I couldn't help but feel guilty. I remembered how I screamed at her and she still did not make me feel bad about it. Looking at her now, it was like
I could not feel my body, most of all I could not feel my legs. I just kept walking and walking. I wasn't even aware of my surrounding, I was so lost in thought. When it got to a point, I collapsed by the roadside because I was exhausted and finally paid attention to my surroundings in hope that I might find a cab.I could find one in such a secluded area so u had to walk some distance, Soon enough, I managed to flag one down, I barely said anything but I told the driver where to drop me. I made myself comfortable in the back seat and i couldn't help but think about the fact that Dante could have explained and try to justify himself because a part of me did not want to believe everything I saw.My naive self still believed that he was a good man and he would tell me what was going on. But I was disappointed once again when he came back and began yelling at me, that only proves that he did all those cruel things.I was so stupid, so fucking stupid. I could have just tried to not fall
Today has been a bad day.I could not concentrate on anything and nothing fruitful came out of today. Marco was suspicious, he was probably wondering what my problem was but I could not even tell him anything because I did not want to admit what was wrong to myself and definitely not anyone else. It was not supposed to affect me this much. It was just a mistake and it had ended. The fact that it bothered me alone made me worried. The words she said to me kept replaying in my head over and over again, the words were so fucking brutal that every time I thought about it I always felt a pang in my chest, it was not supposed to be like this. She consumed me, my whole body, everything that was left of myself she took it with her and now there was nothing left cause all I wanted to do was just get another opportunity to sleep in her arms. To have her again,b maybe that would sate the burning hunger that was inside me. Maybe it would quench the need that consumed me. The way I was feel
My feelings for Dante and the way I thought about him frequently have gotten worse since I left his house. To think that I actually thought I would forget about him and move on.I have not been myself and that was a problem for both myself and my uncle. Uncle was getting too curious about where I had been to and wanted to know what was wrong with me, he would frequently ask me why I don't want to talk about it but I just don't want to revisit all that. I don't want to revisit the way I felt when I saw those pictures and I don't want to revisit the way I felt when he told me to leave either. Although I was the one that decided that it was best to leave but then, he should not have agreed so easily and told me to get out.I felt hurt and everything I experienced with him still felt surreal. My uncle has been feeling better, he looked better even, I realized that the name of the maid was Bonnie. And she has been taking good care of uncle since she has been here which I was grateful f
Raindrops tapped gently on the bookstore's windows, creating a smoothing rhythm that echoed through the cozy aisles and the distant rumble of thunder creating an eerie ambiance as I closed up the quaint bookstore.It was an ordinary night, much like any other. I had spent my day sorting through new books and helping the few customers that frequently visited the bookstore to pick out new books and replace old ones.It was pretty much the usual daily routine, except that the white furry cat that usually came around to keep me company didn't show up, which is very unusual, at least not since I started feeding it.I grabbed the paperbag that contained my leftover lunch which I had kept specifically for the cat. I stepped outside and gazed out at the city of Verona.Nothing much happens around here except for the usual tourist dramas. I pulled my coat tightly around me and stepped into the rain. I had forgotten my umbrella at home, so I would have to walk home like that. After all, it was
I woke up startled. I had a dream, a dream about what happened last night. It felt so real that I woke up all sweaty. In my dream, the man from last night had spotted me behind the recycle bin. His dark eyes held mine as he lifted the gun and pointed it in my direction. Before I could say or do anything, he pulled the trigger and I jumped in fright.It was at that moment that I woke up. I sat up in bed for a while trying to catch my breath before I stood up and headed for the bathroom. I glanced at the wall clock on my way and my eyes flew wide open in shock."Past ten!" I gasped. I am already late for work. I rushed through my daily routine of getting ready, picked out an outfit and gulped down a cup of coffee. My uncle had already left for work, he always left before me and returned before me. The TV was turned on while I was in the kitchen making toast.I could overhear the news on TV, fear gripped me when the news about the murder came on. I left my toast on the counter and heade
"Excuse me Sir," I looked up with a frown to find my secretary, Anita, looking up at me from her standing position at the door. She knew I hated interruptions like this and that no one could see me without an appointment. "It's Alex and he said it's really important." She added quickly.I sighed and gestured to her to let him in. She went back out and shut the door behind her. Shortly after, the door opened and Alexio, my man in the police force, stepped in. For someone in my kind of business, having eyes and ears in the police force goes a long way in making some things really easy."Why are you here Alexio? It's not that time of the week, or is it?" I asked, pushing away the pile of paperwork in front of me and clearing a space for my outstretched arm on the table. Once again, I gestured for him to take his seat and he obliged."You need to hear this Dante. I had to come tell you myself because I have never heard that you slipped up during a job, that's so unusual." He said with a
I was still trying to wrap my head around what kind of situation Alessia had gotten herself into when my phone buzzed beside me on the couch. I had just managed to get Alessia to go to sleep even though I knew she was just pretending to be asleep. I decided to let her be. I picked up my phone and tapped on the message icon that had just popped onto the screen.My eyes scanned through the properly written message in just a few seconds. I couldn't believe my eyes. I tried to take a look at the number that sent the message but the sender had hidden his or her number. How did they get my contact? How did they know about me? I asked myself, but then I remembered the news I had watched earlier. The man that had been murdered in that alley last night was the only son of Antonio Cappello, a ruthless gang leader that controlled some underground businesses in Verona.So Yes! Alessia had gotten involved with some really big shots.I swallowed hard as I read through the message again. Whoever th