Tears Of Devotion

My head pounds as I hang upside down in this small space, blood rushing to my head. Glass shards can be seen strewn about me, some of which are entangled in my hair and bloody clothes. I put my hands on my chest and pull on the seatbelt across it in an effort to release the pressure. I can hear shouts in the distance, as well as a siren approaching. I try to crawl out of the cramped confines, but I come to a halt as a pain-filled cry leaves my chest, tears streaming down my face. Dizzying black stars erupt in my eyesight, causing me to close my eyes in the hopes of stopping the nausea. The loud wailing sound of a siren approaches, exacerbating the pain in my head. As I hear footsteps coming, I close my eyes and fall off into the comfort of the darkness.I jolted off the bed, gasping for air, a drip of sweat pouring down my brow. When are these nightmares going to end? Not any time soon apparently, I've only been having them now for what... 4 years. I enter my small white and mint green

Matteo's small body falls from my lap and dashes behind my chair, the blanket falling to the sides of the chair he was just sitting on. Standing up, I carefully turn around, my gaze meeting the most stunning silver eyes I've ever seen. His arms were wrapped around the miniature version of himself. Matteo. Behind him stood multiple men in black suits. Some standing by the door and other standing outside. Shiny black cars lined up outside the bakery."What did I tell you about wandering off? You don't leave your babysitter's side. Ever. Got it?" Matteo politely nods in response to the man's deep voice, not seeming scared of the giant figure in front of me, Matteo then turns to face me with a broad smile. He bounces on his feet as he releases his grip on the giant in front of him."Dad! Daddy! You have to meet someone! I have a new friend." Matteo exclaims enthusiastically, seizing the man's hand and tugging him over to where I was standing. Matteo's hand practically disappeared against t

I'm currently sitting in front of my apartment complex watching the cars go by. I try to calm my racing heart by encircling my knees in my arms, taking in large deep shaky breaths. The only sound I can hear is the pounding sound of my heart booming against my chest.Looking back at me feet once more, I rest my cheek on my knee looking at the small scar poking out from beneath by trousers, almost taunting me at the situation I'm putting myself in. I grab the zipper on my bag next to me, playing with it as a way to keep me from nervously scratching the skin on my hands. The skin by my nails turning slightly pink from the scratching yesterday at the bakery."Ilaria Parker?" A man said to me in front of me, jolting me out of my reverie. With his salt-and-pepper hair and black suit, this man, who appears to be in his forties, met my eyes. "Yeah that's me." I say confused. As I watch him approach me and motion toward my luggage, I respond while getting up on wobbly legs, holding onto the ba

"Come in." Taking in a deep breath I open the heavy doors to his office stepping into the large dark space, the door shutting behind me. Small warm lights line the walls, lighting up seconds of the room.I should have realised that his personality would be reflected in this room. The walls are black, and the flooring is such a rich dark brown it looks black with this lighting. One side of the room has large bookshelves, while the other appears to house many bottles of alcohol. Multiple glasses lined up on the side. There's also a gigantic black desk in the back of the room with a huge comfy chair that holds Alessandro Vito Lombardi's massive frame, who looks to be engaged in some important work. His hands flitting across numerous pieces of paper before quickly typing on his computer next to him, barely even looking my way. The only sound in the room being the ticking of a clock, and his shuffling.Deciding to make the first move, I take slow steps forward my footsteps echoing across

Who is this?I take my gaze away from Alessandro and this blonde-haired woman kissing near the counter. We certainly don't need to witness you two smacking lips together, especially Matteo. He'll be traumatized for the rest of his life. As I approach Matteo, I notice the disgust on his face, as well as the hard glare he's casting at the blonde woman in her skimpy red dress.I mean really her boobs look like they're about to spill out at any moment.Matteo extends his arms to me, making small grabby hands. I pick him up and place him on my hip before stepping around the counter away from them and onto the floor. His little hand clutching mine, a look still directed their way."Ah Matteo... aren't you a cutie." The blonde woman says this while bending down in front of Matteo, with what looks like a forced smile. Matteo takes a step back closer to me, his hand tightening around mine as her arms spread for a hug. This causes her smile to fade, and she turns to glance at me with a glare bef