"Why can't you sleep?" I ask a simple question.
Silence, it only lasts a minute or two but feels like ages.
"Because everytime I close my eyes I see you leaving my bed in the middle of the night, I hear you breathing through the telephone, your sile...
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-Lucy Urbinati-
Day 67
"Matteo told me that you don't need as much training as I thought you would." His voice brings me out of my dazed state, slumping back against my chair I look up at him through my sunglasses, knowing that he can clearly see my eyes through them. I glare at him, raising one eyebrow.
He asked me to wear something to cover my eyes, the asshole can for sure throw a punch but can't even handle to look at the aftermath, because now I have a blackeye, and it's his fault. My eyes are also really bloodshot, but that's thanks to last night's bottle and being woken up at 8 fucking A.M, for a brunch that I don't plan on eating. I honestly don't know why he bothers with a personal chef, asking him to cook fancy foods for brunch and every other meals actually, because he literally sees that I barely eat any of it. I usually wake up in the middle of the night, hungover as fuck and get a snack in the kitchen, Matteo is always scolding me because of it, but when I have another security guard for the night they usually don't say anything, I like to think that they are scared of me, probably not but who knows?
Anyways, because I can never bring myself to do what he says, I decided on wearing pink tinted sunglasses so that he could still see my black eye, it's quite ironic considering that my world is far from being pink and perfect, but at least he can still see what he did to my fucking face.
My face turns in disgust as I watch him chew loudly on his fruits, while I just sit there with my arms crossed across my chest, my second Spritz almost empty in front of me. He doesn't even look me in the eyes, because even he can't stand to see what he did to me, but he's also the one forcing me to be here right now. He's been treating me like a five-year-old lately, forcing me to have almost every meal with him, as a "family", he's the furthest thing from family to me, even if I don't have anyone anymore.
"Your point being?" I say after clearing my throat to try and get a grip of my voice, looking into his eyes and amusing myself with the fact that he won't do the same, he's literally the one that slapped me so hard in the face and gave me a black eye, just because I wouldn't answer him when he was talking to me yesterday morning. I had the worst hangover and didn't feel like talking to him about training, so I told him to fuck off and leave me alone, apparently he didn't like the fact that I was acting like 'an ungrateful brat' he had said while grabbing my arm and giving me a bruise too, I pushed harshly at his chest with an angry glare and that was when the back of his hand met the side of my face harshly, I almost thought he had made me blind because of how strong the slap was.
Let's also not forget the time when I broke the glass door in my bedroom just so I could sit on my balcony, it was after a terrible nightmare and I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore, I just needed a little bit of air, to make the images go away, to make Matt and what he did to me leave my fucking head. So I broke the door and sat on the balcony, crying my fucking eyes out and trying to fill my lungs with oxygen, to think of happier times when I wasn't so fucking numb, when I still had things to love. But there was an alarm on the window, I learned about that when Matteo, Giorgio and five other security guards barged into my room with guns clutched in their hands and wild eyes. Giorgio was livid, he grabbed my arm and threw me against the wall, leaving a dark bruise at the back of my shoulder and yelling profanities in my face, I was in such a daze that I couldn't even hear him correctly. That was a while ago, but my shoulder is still purple, and sore as well. I had to sleep with a security guard standing on my balcony for safety, until someone came the next day and fix the glass door.
