Runs In The Family

Control over Love

TRIXIE'S POV:

"Wake up, Trix"

I felt Hendrix's hand gently shaking me as my eyes flickered open. I looked around as I realised we were back from the funeral. Forgetting I had makeup on, I rubbed my eyes, immediately regretting it as my knuckles became smeared in black eyeliner.

"Fuck" I sighed, getting out the car after Hendrix. He looked back and laughed at me as the soldier opened the front door for us.

"You're still beautiful like that" he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and kissing my lips. He pulled away and gave me a proud smile "you did it".

"Only cause I had you with me" I said, kissing his lips again. It lasted for longer this time. The soldiers had all left the hallway and we had the house to ourselves since we decided to come home early.

"I'm so in love with you" smirked Hendrix, pulling away and resting his forehead against mine.

"I know" I said, returning the smirk and taking his hand. I walked upstairs with him behind me. I don't know why but I was happy. I felt liberated, relieved. Maybe I needed to go through the funeral to let go of Lenny, to finally put him to peace.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier" said Hendrix as he closed my bedroom door.

"Don't be, I was being extra" I said. He walked over to my bed, sitting on the edge as I closed both sets of  curtains.

"Why?" he asked, watching me.

"Privacy" I shrugged, slipping out my dress as he watched me. I smirked as it hit the floor. Ignoring him, I walked into my bathroom, turning on the shower as I heard him taking his clothes off. 

"Fucking wait for me!" he called out, pulling off his shirt as he walked into the bathroom.

"Simp" I laughed, stepping into the shower. He stepped in behind me. He grabbed my hips and pressed me against the wall with my back to him.

"I fucking hate it when you call me that" he said, his mouth close to my ear as I tried to stop myself from smirking.

"So? I'm still-"

He pressed himself against me as I gasped, tilting my head backwards onto his shoulder.

"This is so wrong" I moaned, closing my eyes as Hendrix kissed my neck. The water slid down our bodies as the heat between us increased.

"But doesn't it feel so right?"

MATTIA'S POV:

"Why did we have to leave so early?" asked Liv, this was the fourth time she'd asked. As well as the fourth time I'd ignored her.

We pulled up to our house and I got out, walking over to the house.

"Mattia!" she shouted, coming over to me and punching my back out of rage. I'd practically had to drag her out of the hall when I'd told her we were leaving.

"Cause I couldn't stay there!" I yelled, throwing the house keys on the concrete beneath us.

"Why? It's your son's funeral-"

"It isn't about Levi" I said, running a hand through my hair as she leaned down and picked up the keys.

"Then what is it about?" she said, handing them to me.

"Our daughter making stupid decisions" I said bluntly. Liv glared at me, shaking her head. Now it was her turn to get angry.

"Are you still obsessing over her relationship?"

"It's not a relation-"

"They're practically dating each other, Mattia" she said "Trixie wouldn't have been there today if it wasn't for Hendrix. She needs him now more than ever, why can't you fucking see that?"

"Why are you defending them?" I shouted.

"Because I know how it fucking feels!" she screamed, much louder than me.

"I know how it feels to be in love but not accepted by their parents. Giancomo hated me for years, he fucking plotted against me with Maria to get me out of your life, he wanted me dead more than anything"

I looked at the ground, feeling guilty as she stated her point. She had a good point, I hated that.

TRIXIE'S POV:

"Yeah we should start showering everyday" he said, walking out the bathroom with a towel thrown over his right shoulder. He was wearing grey joggers and no shirt so his gold chain stood out.

"Round 2?" I asked, pulling him towards me as he smiled and placed a hand on my cheek, kissing me softly. But he pulled away, walking over to my window.

"What is it?" I walked over to him as he peeked out from behind my curtains.

"Your parents" he said "they're fighting". I grabbed his hand and took him into the hallway.

"Sure I didn't wanna watch anyway" he said. I rolled my eyes and walked into the security room. Four soldiers were already in there, keeping watch. They stopped abruptly and turned to me.

"Get out" I said, they obeyed and quickly left the room without asking questions.

"Yeah" said Hendrix "that's a turn on"

"Shut up" I said, laughing a little as I looked at the cameras. I found the driveway one and turned on the sound, watching Mom as she yelled at Dad.

"I know what it's like Mattia!" she yelled. I pressed my lips together as I realised what she was talking about.

"But this is different" said Dad. I shook my head as Hendrix came and sat next to me.

"No it's not" argued Mom "you're doing exactly what your father did, Mattia. And if you keep it up, you might just have our last remaining child hating you, the same way you hate Giancomo"

I watched her walk inside the house, going straight into the kitchen to probably pour a drink.

Hendrix sighed heavily. I looked over at him to see him frowning.

"Hey" I said, turning off the cameras and moving closer to him "he's not going to do anything to us"

"Us?" he repeated, giving me a sad smile "Trixie, as long as he's here, there can't be an 'us'". I placed a hand on the back of his head as I remembered what Mom had said about me hating Dad if he kept it up.

But, I think I already hated him that way.