My back hurts, my head hurt and I feel a bit heavy. Good thing the bed seems very comfortable because I don’t know what else I would do. Imagine seating in a plain not allowed to stand up for one bit. Not even to pee and that asshole also didn’t allow me to take anything. Luciano lied about me being allergic to almost everything except alcohol, like who would be allergic to that.If there was another word for jetlagged, I would use it.We arrived in the UK last night and it still feels like she is still trapped in the plane seat with a mean man seating in front of me. The fact that Luciano got into the car with a dagger still freaks me out. How come it wasn’t detected? How come he feels so simple with it as if it wasn’t the first time he has done it?I had walked into the room myself yesterday but opening my eyes now, it was as if I am seeing how beautiful the room is. This isn’t anything close to what my stepbrother would like.The room has a warm off white color, very cool to the ey

Laying on the bed with my eyes open. I thought of what to do about my stepbrother. I can’t just let him keep controlling my life, worst, I have no idea what the college statutes would be all about. What if we issued the date, we didn’t have our original passport; I don’t know if Luciano’s own is even real. As clearly as I remembered, the cloth he wore that day is the same as the ones he wore on his passport.How on earth did they even let him pass? This isn’t the 80’s for Pete’s sake.“No phone, no fvcking TV either” I muttered as rolled over to face the wall.Before I slept yesterday, I took the opportunity to look around the house. Not as bad as I had expected, for we had a bedroom with a queen-sized bed. The bathroom, kitchen, store, and living room weren’t as bad as I thought. Frankly, I can stay in the same house with him without seeing him, so staying on the couch would not be as bad as before.Yeah, before my mom met Hade; Luciano’s father, I use to spend several nights on the

I had no other option but to stay calm and just see how things play out. A few days passed and all I wanted was to talk to my mother. Although, something in me felt like Luciano was trying to play me but I just made myself believe I had to play along.At least he had made me leave the house, He got me clothes so I won't have to stay in panties all day and have him watch my ass!"Are you ready?" Luciano's voice asked and I gave a small nod.I reached for the pocket of my jacket and slid my hands in gently before grabbing my bag from the seat.The car door opened and I stepped out of the car. I looked around and a small smile crept on my lips.It felt good to see the city buzzing and not be locked in some forsaken room with that asshole."Come here," Luciano said and stretched out his hands toward me.I gave my hands to him and swallowed the lump in my throat.He gave a nod, held my hands, and looked at the entrance.We walked toward the building and I felt some type of happiness swell i

My bag fell on the floor and I bent over to pick it. I figured my skirt was a bit too short and I felt uncomfortable. Luciano wasn't looking at my direction, so I quickly grabbed my bag and turned to the room. Pfffffff! I feel like a Korean actress. Those ladies would intentionally wear almost nothing and expect no one to look. Well, not my problem. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and slid into it. I changed my top into a V-neck and tried to raise it up so it doesn't reveal my boobs. On a normal day, I would have loved to show off a little but with Luciano's hungry gaze, I rather not start what I can't finish. When I was finally convinced this was the best outfit, I brushed my hair backward and returned to the sitting room. Luciano was sitting there comfortably with his legs on the stool and his hands holding a glass of wine. Isn't it too early for this? "I'm glad you figured that dress made you look like a slut." "What the hell?"

Luciano turned to look at me and I just turned my face away.I knew that look, he gave that look when he was up to something.I touched my neck in a reflex action and looked in the direction that he walked to.He was going to the kitchen but I had no idea what he wanted to make or do.I stood in one position trying to remain calm. Gladys was right, the pain we go through as girls is just so weird.What exactly was the purpose of having periods and having them for days?I didn't want to complain about the cramps to Luciano. He'd just say something crazy and I already got on the bad foot with him this morning."Ourgh," I muttered when I felt the sharp pain in my stomach again. Maybe the pain was only getting worse because I haven't had any meal.I sighed and walked to the kitchen. I pushed the door open and Luciano turned in my direction immediately.His mouth was full and I could see the plate of food in his hands.I looked around but I couldn't find any extra plate that could be mine.