Rina ZanteHe'd paid a visit again. Evil in its truest form. Not hidden under the veil of pleasure, but raw, crude evil. His room oozed of dark vileness. The heavy stench flying into my nostrils, striking up a maternal instinct within me: the health of my baby. The stench could harm it.I boiled in rage. Angry, I had seen the baby as mine, not ours. As though I'd impregnated myself. As if I had wanted a child in the first place. My dark emotions reinforced the evil by thickening the putrid air.Evil was glued to his skin. His face red, the heat emanating from it almost cooked me alive. Yet, I didn't falter outwardly. Inside, my system shook. But, I didn't leave his room because I had nowhere to go. "It's yours," I tried again, now at the point of pulling out my hair in frustration. "The child is yours, Vincenzo. I haven't slept with anyone else." He knew I was right but the demon in him would rather be cast to Hades than let him admit to that. However, I didn't back down. I woul
Vincenzo MorenoI knew for a fact I liked Rina. I admired her with every bit of my being. The breath she exhaled—I could comfortably take in. The floor she walked on, a spot my lips could kiss. It beat me how the feelings hadn't died considering I had slept with her. Rather than lose interest and see her as nothing more than a cheap fuck I had at my disposal, I became more drawn to her. More fascinated with her. I couldn't place a finger on the defining feature, but Rina was everything a guy would want in a woman. I threw my closet open and picked up an outfit. Flinging it to the bed, I stood akimbo and stared. I imagined Rina seated here. On the bed, with a magazine in her hand. She looked up from what could be a write-up about Women's Health. Not that I knew what she liked; but she looked like someone who read such. She blessed my sight with a beautiful smile and there I was, crawling close. Going to offer a token of my love to her. It was a kiss motivated by anything but lust.
Rina ZanteI pulled the tapestry aside and ushered myself into the genesis of my problem. La stanza Nera. Unlike the other two times I'd been here, I was indifferent. The echo of my footsteps didn't make me quake inwardly; neither did the insane width here pushed me into agoraphobia. I set the bucket on the floor and started working. I'd changed: nothing moved me anymore. The past—to put it correctly. I had now become immune to the unwanted flashbacks and the hurt that came with them. I worked all the way to the end of the room, down to the dining and the corridor next to it. A feeling of an ominous presence fell on me, but upon looking up, I found no one. Just the living room holding my gaze. However, I couldn't be fooled. Someone had been watching. This wasn't my mind making pranks, because Vincenzo had long proved to be a psycho. I could bet on anything precious to me that he'd been here, watching. Which brought anger in its darkest shade to my heart. I could kill him. If gi
Rina Zante“What are you doing here?”He screeched to a halt and formed that look I very much hated. Bewilderment with a tinge of anger tensed his brows. But for a moment. He was able to break free from the spell and speak. His voice, everything I didn’t want to hear again. “We need to talk.”I waited to hear him say the stuff that’d make me lose it and deal heartlessly with him. His silence, however, did the trick: throwing me off my beam of patience. I started out, choosing not to flare up yet till he gave a more valid reason to. And he did just that when his suffocating form blocked my path. I pulled away, folding up as though being near him would leave a dent on my skin. “Really? This is what it is now? Playing hard to get?”I raised my gaze to him. Hatred and fury dripped from it. “You don’t have to look at me that way. I didn’t kill anyone,” he said; but rather than wipe the glare, I kept looking at him. He cussed, raking his fingers through his hair, ruffling it up. “Look
Rina ZanteAs soon as we stepped into the hallway, an alarm bell went off in my head. I fastened my feet to the ground, bringing Mammà to stop as well since we held hands. She glanced at me, looking more confused than me. "Where are we going?" I knew the answer. I just didn't want to believe it was true. When she'd told me I'd got to see something, I'd never in my unimaginative mind thought this was the something. She wore a blank look before turning around to continue walking. "Mammà," I whispered, a sense of urgency woven in my voice. "What is it? You want him to go scot-free? To keep coming after you?" Her face softened, wiping the bitter frown off. Letting out a sigh, she spoke in a calmer tone. "We have to do this. It's the only way to bring an end to the madness.""But…" I was sure as hell my defense would annoy her. Therefore, I went for a more cowardly-looking alternative. "What are we going to tell her? That her son is a…" I trailed off when it became clear to me—from Ma
Vincenzo MorenoLuigi's chant of victory shot out, joining the glaringly red 'defeat' icon to mock me. All I did was wish the game ended. "I'm really beating your ass tonight," he chirped, the glee evident in his voice. "You sure are." I wondered if he heard the disinterest in my voice; then again, I didn't care. "Yo. You okay?" Instead of replying, I went for the next round. Was I okay? Did I look like I was okay when not only Rina had rejected me, but also her mom barging in on us. Looking at me like I didn't deserve one tiny breath of air. The sad thought lingered in my mind for a while; pretty soon, I found myself focused on the combat game and began gaining control over Luigi. My avatar tossed his around like a plaything. I gamed until the thought reemerged. Rina's outright rejection. Rina pushing me away. The thought pierced my heart and broke it. Made me feel like a discarded pile of nobody. It didn't matter that I had apologized. None of that bothered her. Yet, nothin
Vincenzo MorenoWhat held me in place was a thin piece of thread. Shattered beyond words, I struggled to accept what had happened. I still saw it as a dream. Perhaps, all of this year was a dream. I could wake up and realize there wasn't any Rina to begin with. That I was the good old guy who didn't take no for an answer. I couldn't emphasize how desperate I was to be proved right. That I was in a terrible nightmare. Rina had contributed to what could be my downfall. There was no point hanging onto the hope that Madre wouldn't believe her. The woman I knew, the woman who had chosen her friend over her son, wouldn't start now to be loyal. I didn't know how I got to my room. One minute I stood gaping like an idiot in the hallway, and the next, I was shutting the door behind me.I remained still at the door as the implication of what had happened sank in. That's right. A woman was my undoing after all, and that was totally and completely my fault. Triggered, I charged forward, held
UnknownDelicious sounds danced their way into my ear, touching every corner of the studio and giving me a high. That was one reason psychedelic rock was my favorite. It was a safe drug. I didn't have to worry about any health problems or the police. Apart from my sweet, juicy music, a nice warm male voice streamed from the laptop on the table. I was at a point in my life where I questioned my sexuality. I'd thought I was straight; however, a lot made it seem otherwise. A lot like now when I cherished the voice I heard. It was deep, strong, an epitome of masculinity…Okay, I wouldn't fool myself any more. I wasn't attracted to the voice, but the message that was delivered instead. It, together with my hallucinatory music put me on top of the world. "Flight 224JF of Gaspare Moreno Airway suffered a bomb attack this afternoon. The flight which was destined for Bangkok was the target for a suicide bomber. Many are feared dead; others in critical condition. Cherry Hilton joins us live