Giancarlo.I laughed, my first instinct taking over me and swirling me in a hurricane of amusement.What a ridiculous question to ask. I took my hands to my waist in casual wonderment, releasing Claire from my encompassing hug that might have been suffocative and giving the thought a second of brooding. "Are you being serious right now?" I said in between fits of laughter, my laughter growing more and more, moving from my chest and making racking sounds in my throat. I didn't even realize that Claire had joined me in the laughter. It was only when her beautiful laughter matched with mine that I realized happily that she had loosened up.Together we laughed in harmony, her voice shrill, loud and clear and mine, deep, hoarse and wavy, filling the air and waving all the awkward silence that had fallen on the room after his speech.No one else was laughing with us, but it didn't matter. It was a good laughing medicine and I would be a fool to let that chance slip by.He wanted to sell h
Giancarlo."Marry who?" My eyes flashed in anger, growing red and painting my vision with blood. My heart pumped much blood with the great amount of oxygen that came from my nostrils, making blood rush fast to all my body parts.With the great rush, some blood flowed to the wrong side in me and I was definitely sure I would have a cardiac arrest and fall and die out of rage."You want Claire to marry this dead man?" I asked, managing to withstand the wave of heart failure and pointing at Theodore.He looked back at me defiantly and felt like biting his head off and chewing it all up. How could they be so unnecessarily selfish? "I want to understand. How do you expect her to get married to someone who's dead already? Does that even make sense to you?" I shouted in great anger, my lips trembling together with their stupidity and my ribcage hurting with the breath that I took in every second.How could grandpa be that insensitive? I wondered frustratingly, my hands remaining still on C
Claire.At that moment, I felt like I should collapse or something or that there should be an earthquake that could swallow everyone and make me disappear at onceI wouldn't mind if it ended up killing people, as long as it saved me from the hot spot I was suddenly plunged into.My lips remained opened as I had suddenly lost the ability to utter a word. All eyes were placed on me, probably taking note of every detail in my body, analysing each invisible mole and saying hateful words to me in their mind.I began to shiver, my legs joining in the shaking, promising to haul me to the floor where everyone obviously wanted me to if help did not locate me.Sweat of tension, rolled down from my chest to my legs and made my shivers grow worse.But help was already on its way as I didn't have to stand there for long as Carlo had already come to my aide, wrapping his arms around me to console me and whispering something that I couldn't catch in my distressed state."How could you say that about
Claire.Like what was really wrong with this people? My brain heated and my ribcage tightened as I tried to understand the sorry mess they had put me in.Why was Theodore here? And why was Alex and Tory and Theodore's mom sitting in the sofa like they were about having a family meeting, looking at me like I had stolen their belongings?Why the heck did no one tell me about their coming? Why did they keep me in the dark? The question filled me with so much anger that among the numerous thoughts circling my mind, I wanted to give in to the thought of turning and sending myself back to my room and especially, back to bed.I sighed dejectedly, taking my eyes to the floor, my chest racing fast. It was very unlikely that things would go well if I gave in to the tempting thought. If for anything, it would get worse and I would basically be thrown into the pit of hell.I scanned my brain for a way to get myself back on track, and at least look them in the eyes.So I fell into conclusion that
Claire.My phone's buzzing sound woke me up from the terrible dream I was having. My head ached in harmony with the violent sound and I groaned in frustration as I weakly stretched my hands to pick the phone.I turned it over to read the caller's name, a curse lingering on my lips. It turned out to be Giancarlo. What was it? Why would he be calling me when he was in the room with me? I wondered tiredly, rolling my eyes at it.But It was then that I noticed how bright the sun had gotten and that Giancarlo had probably woken up and was at God knows where.From the empty balcony and the silence in the bathroom, it was logical to think that he was out.I yawned tiredly, shielding my eyes from the bright light that was fighting with much success to pull sleep out of my eyes and sat up.My headache worsened as the blinding light was becoming a first-class contributor to my aching head that had sworn not to take a break on torturing me.Not wanting to keep my darling waiting, I swiped to an
Giancarlo.Did I hear wrong or was Lorenzo playing lawn tennis in my brain? My mind moved in perplexion as the words resounded in my ear.I stared hard at him, taking my hands to my waist in confusion as the words still didn't make sense even after they had been repeated for like a thousand times in my mind."What are you saying?" I repeated my disbelief, looking at him with alarmed eyes to read his reaction and to be doubly assured that he wasn't kidding me."Sophia, came into the picture since you were busy having a good time with your girlfriend," the words were venomous and painful to my ears, his eyes shooting daggers at me, piercing through my skin into all my internal organs and giving me no opportunity to even think we'll."Did she do wrong by saving your Grandpa from sleeping in the cell?" He added, in a pretended innocence that I recognized at once and immediately detested with every substance in me.“What do you have to say about that?” He pursed his lips and his eyes shift
Giancarlo.It was already morning when everything finally settled into my brain and i was givem the liberty to unveil the hidden meaning behind all the happenings that had happened in just a night. It seemed very much like something that would take a week to fully occur and not something that could even occur in such a small period of time.The intruder and everything, felt like a dream. A dream that I needed to wake up from. But I discarded the foolish thought at once.I was sure it was no dream. Claire, was still lying naked beside me, her breathing even and normal and the mass of hair on her head spread across the pillow like a soft, fluffy silk reminding me of more details of the past dangerous night.I had not had the opportunity to inquire much about what had happened from her as she had been deeply asleep and I too, wasn't far from that, at that time. The amount of energy I had inserted in the intruder's push had taken a quick toll on me, promising my heart that it would stop
Giancarlo.I tried to lift my eyelids in response to the weird feeling that was swimming in my brain and distorting my wonderful sleep. But they were so heavy—too heavy to be lifted.They fell back and became tighter after few tries. What backed up my weariness the more was that, the bed I was laying on felt so soft that trying to get up from it was like me lifting myself from heaven and plunging deep into hell. I enjoyed its texture and its coldness that waking up was something I even wanted to try. I just didn't have enough bravery and confidence to do it.But a strong urge to open my eyes and view my surroundings was tightening and wrapping strong on my neck, it's grip iron-like and gummy, making my free flow of breath to shorten in span and my head to knack uncomfortably.It was a grip I just couldn't ignore even though yielding to its call was as torturous as breathing through my ears.I tried again with my eyelids using much willpower, lifting them and managing to keep them a l
Claire.I reacted before my brain registered anything; a hot and resounding slap that even quietened Carlo's snore and made everywhere as quiet as a grave yard."Are you stupid? Like what the fuck?" I howled, eyes blazing in fury of a thousand tigress and my mind whirring like a hurricane wondering what the time was and why he had such boldness in him."Do I look like a whore to you? A sex toy?" My chest heaved and fell with the scalding heat in my chest and I clenched my fist hard, ready to punch out the teeth he used in speaking out.What the fuck was wrong with this return-from-the-dead ghost? Was he nut? How brave could he be? Saying so much nonsense with stupid pride? How dare him speak such a condescending, corrupt sentence to me?The thought ran swift in my head making my lips quiver and my lashes blink fast in marks rage."Well, you leave me no choice," he shrugged and pointed the gun at Carlo, threatening to pull the trigger, while putting on a monster-like smile and looking