Grazie, Vince

RINA

I didn't need to be told what he meant by that. Another round of abuse. Another round of holding back my tears as my chest burned. Another round of nightmares.

"Please, please. Wait," I started when he picked up his walk. I retreated till I hit the wall. My eyes zapped straight to the sink; taking a gulp of bravery, I moved my fingers towards it, edging closer and closer till I reached my toothbrush case. I dipped my hand in and brought out what I believe would be a weapon.

His eyes slid towards my hand, but that was it. He didn't speak, neither did his countenance change. He simply continued creeping. I, on my part, was stuck in the middle. I didn't know if to fight back or appeal to whatever soft side he might have.

It wasn't my fault, couldn't he get it! I had been taken unawares. Alessio was the one at fault.

My grip on the toothbrush tightened, clenching and unclenching as I prepared myself for the worst. He stopped, so close that the tip of our toes touched.

I matched