Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

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Myla Mendez

It's been a week since I got shot, and let's just say I'm still in pain, and I'm pretty sure everyone knows I'm in pain by now.

Each time anyone tries to help me I might get a little bit stubborn. Yesterday I threw a kitchen knife at Matteo because he offered to help me reach a glass.

I was sat on my bed watching Modern Family, which is my new favorite TV show since I can't do anything. I have also been living in the same clothes for the whole week.

I know disgusting.

I managed to shower this morning, so I'm now wearing a black long-sleeved crop top and black leggings. I can't reach my feet properly so I'm not wearing socks currently which I hate.

"Hey." Luna mused walking into the room with a Starbucks.

"I thought you could be using with a little cheer me up." I smiled sitting up, with my back to the headboard. In all fairness, everyone has been helpful to me. Even Enzo.

Luna and Angelina still haven't told anyone they are pregnant and Luna doesn't even know I know.

"Luna?" She walked round to the other side of the bed and climbed in beside me. "Yeah?" I turned so I was facing her.

"When were you going to tell me your pregnant?" Her face was a picture, don't get me wrong I feel bad, because I know she feels bad for not saying sooner. Luna, Angelina, and I are like sisters.

"Oh god! Am I already fat enough that you can tell?" She stressed looking down at her stomach. she was showing ever so slightly. But I only noticed she was showing because for one I knew she was pregnant and for two like myself she is slim so I noticed.

"God no! Your barley showing. After you were sick on the plane Angelina told me she met you in the hospital when you were getting it confirmed."

She bit her lip subconsciously before replying. "Please don't tell anyone I haven't even told Luca yet! And I don't think Angelina has told Matteo either." I rubbed her arm. "I swear I won't say anything until they know." She let out a heavy breathe.

"I was gonna tell Luca tonight. Where going out to dinner tonight with Matteo and Angelina so I thought it would be a perfect time. I was gonna tell him just before we left...wait!" I turned to her whilst sipping on my chocolate frappucino.

"You should come with us too!" I groaned. "Nah, I would rather stay here and eat food in bed. That's more appealing to me."

To be fair the only fun I've had so far was slowly killing Narco. It was really therapeutic, to be honest.

"I don't care, now the thought is in my head you have to come." She got up from the bed and walked into my closet hunting through finding clothes I assume.

She walked back out holding up a black fitted dress, it was strapless and went down to just above my knees, she also held up a pair of YSL sandal heels and the matching purse. "Get your skinny ass up off that bed and shower." I'll just try and milk this for all it's worth.

"I can't I was shot, I'm in serious-" She raised her eyebrow challenging me. "Yeah, I didn't believe me either."

I huffed getting up and walking into the bathroom. This was the first day this week that I felt good. Not amazing, but good.

I showered washing my hair thankfully! I shaved and washed my body feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I dried and straightened my hair tieing it back into a sleek low ponytail.