Salvatore;The door opens, and my heart explodes in relief when I see him. In a simple black cotton shirt and brown shorts with messy bed hair. His eyes widen as soon as they take me in, and his face pales. His eyes dance between me and David, who’s behind me. He stays frozen, just staring at us with his mouth agape, before he suddenly tries to slam the door shut, but I’m faster. I stop the door from closing by shoving myself against it, and David rushes into the room. I follow after him and shut the door behind me as I stare at Lucas, who’s standing in the middle of the room, trembling like a leaf with wide eyes of disbelief.“Really? You damn near gave me a heart attack tonight, and the first thing you do after seeing me is slam the door in my face?” I speak as I begin to walk up to him, and he stares between David and me in disbelief.“H…how did… How are you here… how did you find me?” He stutters as he keeps moving away from me till his legs hit the bed. I get to him, grab h
Lucas;I stare out the window with my fingers stroking MaoMao’s delicate fur. The room smells so… foreign. There’s nothing homely or comforting about it. It’s that… generic… chemical-like scent that reminds you that this isn’t home. The smell that reminds you that you’re displaced and this isn’t your space. A long sigh escapes me, and MaoMao purrs. I look down at her, and the little ginger looks up at me. She crawls onto my chest, standing on my thighs with her hind legs as her green eyes take me in. “You must be proud of yourself. You made me miss my flight.” I speak as I scratch her chin, and she purrs in satisfaction. “Why’d you do that? We’d have been a decent way to France by now.” I add, and she tilts her head as she stares at me. She stretches her paw and gently presses against my lips. An act that causes me to chuckle. “What? Am I talking too much?” I question like she can understand me, and she takes her paw away. “I’m sorry. I don’t exactly have anyone else to talk t
David;I barely wait for Sal to pull the car into the driveway before dashing out. I run as fast as my body will let me to the entrance of Lucas’s house and try the door. It's the first time I'm ever being here, and I don't know where anything is. “Check under the statue,” Sal calls as he gets out of the car, and I begin to look around.There, right by my feet and barely reaching my knee, is a small bronze statue of a cat asleep on an open book.I quickly bend down, and right under the statue is a silver key. “His spare key is supposed to be there. Did you see it?” Sal’s voice calls, and I quickly pick up the key and stand straight. “Yeah.”I push the key into the keyhole, and Sal walks over to me as I push the door open. We both rush in, and from the dark silence of the house, my guts sink into my stomach. “He's not here.” The words leave my mouth in horror, and Sal brushes past me. “Hold on. Let me check.” He says as he runs off to the dark house. Probably to search the rooms
Salvatore;I pull the car to park in front of the house, and as soon as the engine dies down, I see Mrs. Lana running down the steps to us. Why… Does she look so worried??I look back at David, and he returns my gaze with a worried one. Vanessa opens the door and bolts straight to Mrs. Lana.“Mrs. Lana, I got ice cream for everyone!! Where’s Mr. Lucas?? I got one for him, too. I wasn’t sure what favour he would like, and he wasn’t replying to his Mr. Salvatores' messages, so I just got him vanilla flavour. Do you think he’ll like it??” Vanessa begins to ramble as she stands in front of Mrs. Lana, but from the look on her face, I can tell she has something urgent to say to us. “Nessi, go call one of the maids to help with the bowls,” David says as he gets out of the car, and I do the same. “Okay!” Vanessa replies before rushing up the rest of the stairs, and I walk around the car to stand beside David. Mrs. Lana rushes over to us and grabs my arm.“Where have you both been?? What
David;“That one!” Vanessa exclaims as she points at the toppings she wants, and I let out a breath before looking down at my phone. ,Are you okay?Have you gotten the clothes you wanted from your place?What flavour of ice cream do you want?Should we come pick you up on our way back home?I stare at the messages I sent to Lucas. The ones that were delivered, but he never read or replied to.I remember the sorrow in his eyes while he spoke to Vanessa earlier. The sorrow in his eyes while we drove away from the villa. Like he was wordlessly begging us not to leave… not to leave him. Why do I feel so restless?“David, I'm guessing you want chocolate?” Sal’s voice startles me out of my thoughts, and I look up at him. “Hmm. Yeah…” I reply, and his brows knot. He gently sets Vanessa down and points to one of the staff members. “Okay, queen. Go to them and tell them what syrup you want. We’ll join you shortly.” He says to her, and Vanessa nods excitedly before turning on her heels an
Mrs. Lana;The sound of machines drilling cause me to rush to the kitchen.I barge in and to my surprise, I find Lucas on a small ladder, fixing up one of the cupboards I’ve been complaining about for ages now.Sal offered to get a handyman to fix it, but I refused. How would I have three able-bodied men at home and let some stranger into my kitchen to fix something I myself would have fixed if not for my old bones??Lucas turns around, spots me at the entrance of the kitchen, and smiles at me.“Like it?” He questions as he wipes beads of sweat away from his forehead with the back of his hand, and I eye him suspiciously.I look up at the cupboard that has truly been done right, and back at him.The cupboard looks beautiful. It’s not hanging low like it used to. It looks firmer against the wall, and the doors look perfect now. He fixed every issue it visibly had.“I even got rid of that annoying squeaking sound you always complained about.” He says as he pulls the door open and closes