After he left I found out he was Natalie's older brother Santino, but everyone calls him Saint. He was obviously not a Saint like his name suggested. He has killed more people than I could count and he has ruined the lives of many more. He was the devil himself.
Well, that's what Natalie said, not that I cared about that, I need to stay as far away from him as i possibly could, until i run away from here. But where do I go after I run?"Hellooo, earth to Minny?" Natalia snapped her fingers at in my face, snapping me out of my reverie."Come on, start eating." She urged me, taking a bite from her food which was placed before her.I drop my gaze down to the plates staring back at me, glancing at her once more before I push the plate away. She looks at me, her brows raised in confusion."I'm not hungry." I murmur, an obvious lie. But it's not like she would figure out I'm lying….My stomach grumbles loudly at that exact moment making my face red in embarrassment.I look away from the table, avoiding Natalie's piercing gaze.After a few more seconds and I still felt her eyes on me.Slowly, I pick up the spoon taking a spoonful from the oats porridge placed before me."Finish everything on your plate." She ordered me, giving no room for complaints or a refusal.Two plates later and I was begging Natalie to stop feeding me. But obviously she refused."You are malnourished, you need to eat more food. See how weak you are, you can't even stop me from feeding you." She said giving me water to wash down the spaghetti I just finished eating."Now for dessert…" She starts but before she could say anything else, I doubled over vomiting everything I had eaten.Large hands hold my hair, taking it away from my face, letting me throw up on the floor in peace.I could smell his cologne as he rubbed his hands against my back, and I focused on him rubbing small circles on my back as I threw up all I had eaten.After I had successfully emptied my stomach contents, washing everything off with water, Santino turned his attention on Natalie who was staring at me worried."Why did you keep feeding her even after she said she was full?" He asked her and her eyes snapped to him."I-I didn't think.." She stuttered unable to form a sentence.Was she afraid of him? But she didn't seem afraid when be came to the room earlier.What changed?I turned to look at Santino, only to find him really angry, the veins on his forehead popping.Why does he care about what happens to me?"That's the problem with you. You don't think! You just do whatever you wish to do and you don't think about others!" He yelled at her and she flinches, pushing back on her chair.Natalie glances at me before she stands up, walking away without saying anything to either of us."That's not a very nice thing to say." I scold him, staring up at him. He stared down at me coldly, not saying anything.I clamp my mouth shut with my hands when i realize what I just did."I-I. I'm sorry. I didn't mean." I immediately apologize but he doesn't say anything. He takes his hands off my back, taking a step back."I'd have someone come clean this mess, and someone would be here to escort you back to your room." He tells me before he walks away, leaving me to my own thoughts.I had gone back to my room soon after. With nothing else to do, I slowly drift off to sleep.I open my eyes, blinking several times, I look around the room in confusion but I'm only greeted by darkness.Why was I awake again?My stomach growled loudly as if to answer my question and I sigh.I'm hungry. But where do I get food so late? I don't even know what time it is right now.Slowly, I bring my feet out of the duvet, placing them on the floor.Maybe, If I'm able to go to the kitchen right now, i might get something to eat.Carefully but quickly I tiptoe to the door, slowly opening it to avoid making any noise.Peeping out of the room, the hallway was lit but there was no one seen around.Good good.Once again, I slowly close the door tiptoing down the hallway.Where was the kitchen? Santino would be angry if he sees me walking around his house this late.I would just get food and go back.After looking around for a while, I finally found the kitchen.I walk into the kitchen, hoping to find something i could eat maybe in the pantries or freezer.True enough, I found a few things I was sure they wouldn't notice were gone. Grabbing a few snacks, I grabbed a can drink from the fridge turning around to sneak back up to my room.Coming face to face with someone I didn't know. Startled, I screamed. Everything I held falling to the floor."Shhhhh." He closes my mouth with his palms preventing me from screaming more."If you don't shut up, I would put a bullet inside you right now. Don't try me." He threatens and i immediately clamp my mouth shut, whimpering due to fear."Who are you?" He asks me with his hand still clamped over my mouth.I can't speak if you cover my mouth that way.Raising my hand to tap on his hand which were clamped tight on my mouth, before I could really do anything a knife was held against my throat."I asked who are you?"Staring at the knife which was held against my throat, memories of days when Daniel used a knife to carve my back just so I could behave floods my mind.Panic rises inside me.My chest tightens and I gasped for breath, finding it difficult to breathe.The room seemed to close in around me, and I felt lightheaded. He was saying something to me, but everything sounded muffled, his voice growing fainter and fainter.Small hands wraps around me, pulling me to themself and holding me tight."You're safe now." Natalie tells me this repeatedly until i had calmed down.When I had calmed down, she looked at the man giving him the stink eye.She slaps the knife down from his hands still glaring at him."Why did you do that?" She asks him, holding my hands."I saw someone I didn't know inside our house, what was i meant to do?" He shrugs leaning against the counter."Look at her! What harm could she possible bring to you?" She yells at him, placing me before her as if to make him see me properly.And finally he did look at me, properly that is. Taking me in from my vibrant red hair to my red and blue mismatched eyes and finally my extremely malnourished body.I stood there awkwardly while he looks at me."Why are you out of your room?" Natalie turns me to her asking me softly.I stared at her silent for a while, I was half expecting her to hate me after what happened earlier."I was hungry." I mumbled looking at my feet.Natalie looks down and sees the food scattered on the floor.She once again glares at him before she bends to pick up everything."She was brought here by Saint. I suggest you watch how you act around here." She tells him like she was warning him.When he hears that his eyes widens, going back to look at me before he chuckles closing his eyes."That makes things even more interesting. I'd see you around Red." He grabs a bottle of water and leaves.What was that? That makes what interesting? I look at Natalie for an explanation but she just shrugs.I know she knows something, but she doesn't tell me.Micini’s POVI didn’t get out of bed until the afternoon.When I opened my eyes, Natalie was already gone. But the blanket was still draped over me like a promise.I felt lighter.Not healed. Not okay.But lighter.Maybe crying had wrung something out of me. Or maybe I was just too tired to keep carrying everything today.I showered. Slowly. As if every drop of water might rinse away the filth I felt clinging to my skin.By the time I made it downstairs, I didn’t expect anyone to be waiting.But Luca was in the kitchen.He looked up as soon as I entered. His whole face shifted into something soft and familiar.Something safe.Or… what I thought safety looked like.“I made you tea,” he said, gesturing to the cup on the counter.I nodded, sitting down without speaking.I didn't question how he knew I was on my way down, I didn't have the strength for that He didn’t push the conversation. Just slid the tea toward me and sat across the island.I took a sip. It was warm. Bitter. Grounding
_Micini’s POV_The silence after Saint left was worse than anything he said.Even the echo of the door slamming didn’t linger.It was like his presence had been scrubbed from the room, and in its place was a gaping hollow that nothing could fill.Luca didn’t speak. He didn’t touch me, either.He just sat beside me like a shadow. A waiting shape. Always there.I stared into the fireplace, watching the flames flicker and shrink. They reminded me of everything inside me — too much heat, burning itself out.All I could think about were my parents and how much that information had hurt me. “I should go rest,” I finally said, my voice dry and flat.My mind was barely there and if he said anything else, I didn't hear him.Luca stood as I stood.He didn’t offer to walk me back. I think even he knew I needed silence more than safety.The hallway felt too long. Too narrow. Like it was built to make people feel small.Make ME feel small. Maybe that’s what this whole house was — a maze designed
Micini's POV_We uncovered something... but I'm not sure you'll want to hear it."My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach, my legs shaking beneath me. They found something about my parents. After all this while. "What did you find?" Luca asked, wrapping his arm around my waist to steady me. Suddenly hearing about my parents shook me more than I thought. And why wouldn't it? Daniel had kidnapped me years ago and all the memories I had about my parents disappeared. I couldn’t even remember what my own mother looked like. And now he says he found something about them? I wasn't sure what to feel.Does my parent know about me? Would they want me when they find out? Different thoughts ran through my head and I struggled for what to do.Luca seemed to understand the way I felt because his fingers dug into my waist lightly, holding my steady.“It’s okay.” He whispered. “Let’s hear what he has to say.” “What did you find?” My voice was small. It didn’t even sound like mine.The ma
I walked down the hallway, my mind filled with confusion and guilt. I had left Luca's room in a rush after kissing him, I couldn't stand seeing the look on his face when I broke off our kiss. To me, it felt as if I was deceiving him, and maybe I was. I had kissed him less than thirty minutes after his brother touched me and I felt dirty. The kiss with Luca still lingered on my Lips but it didn't feel right. Not in the way it should have. Not in the way it felt with Saint.And for some reason, my thoughts kept spiraling back to Saint; I couldn't forget the way he looked at me when I was with his brother.Like I had betrayed him.Why does he have this effect on me? I chose Luca... didn't I?And besides, Saint had Ciara so it really shouldn't matter much. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.At that moment I just needed to escape and clear my head to figure out what the hell I was doing.Before I realized it, the mansion's familiar corridors gave way to unfamiliar doors
I swallowed hard, my pulse racing as both brothers stared at me, waiting for an answer.They had just put me on the spot and I was forced to face my emotions.Two pairs of eyes pinned me to the spot, both the same color but they held different emotions.My mind was scrambling, searching for something, anything that would clear the tension between them.Wait, what was I stressing myself over?.. I could just say the truth, what was the point in lying? It was Luca’s room after allLuca is my boyfriend. I was standing in front of Luca's door. I had come here to see Luca.Isn't that what I should say since it was the truth? So why was I hesitating?Was it because of Saint?“I came for Luca,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “This is his room, isn't it? I didn’t know you’d be here, Saint.”Saint’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as my words hit him.He was expecting me to pick him...He wanted me to say that I was here for him, but why was that?I didn't know he would be
I leaned against the wall, my chest still heaving from what happened with Saint.What was he trying to gain by doing that?Wasn't it bad enough that I was already conflicted?He just had to come and make me feel things I didn't want to feel.And the look he had given me, 'You belong to me.' But I was with Luca now, why doesn't he understand that?!'But Lucas doesn't make your heart race just like he does.' That tiny voice in my head said and I knew it was right.But still, what had I done? Luca is the one I'm dating, not Saint.I shouldn’t have let him touch me. Worse, I shouldn’t have wanted it. Yet, I had stood here silently, still wanting more.A lump formed in my throat as I slid down the wall, resting my head against my knees.I didn't go through all these problems while I was with Daniel.I don't recall what he had done to me these past two years that I had forgotten, but I'm certainly giving relationship advice to the boy I liked wasn't going to be one.Heck, if Daniel found o