35.

Alessia

Up to the moment Angelo released his hold on me and turned me around to face him, my body was still weak. I didn't expect his question. Heck, the thought of going back home has not crossed my mind lately. Going back home means I will be with my family. I won't have to be chained down in one place filled with dangerous people. I will finally be freed. And will go back to my normal life. Why then do weakness and bitterness come with the feeling of freedom? It was what I've always wanted right?

I searched Angelo's eyes for any sign that would show he was only joking around. But the expression on his face itself was confusing to me. I couldn't put a finger on what was going on in his head. Only the fact that his eyes were bloodshot. "Do you mean your words?" I asked in a low voice wanting to be so sure I heard him correctly.

He nodded his head with a weak smile which I didn't fail to notice. "Yes, Alessia. I want to set you free. What you've always wanted. To return home to your