24. HEAVEN (PART ONE).

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GABRIELLA’S POV:

André guided me to the bed where he made me sit. We both pretended to be oblivious to what I felt a couple seconds ago. As we sat on the bed, awkward silence filled the four corners of the gigantic room. My eyes were glued to the wall in my direction yet faraway as I lowkey wondered what was on his mind. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by his devilish voice.

“I’m sure you were wondering what I meant by me having a life in the drug world.”

“Yeah. What were you really talking about?” I looked back at him as I sat at the edge of the bed while he was at the left hand side of it.

He first heaved a deep sigh as if he was hesitating to talk. “During the summer time, after my high school graduation, my family and I went on a vacation to Italy. The true motive of them choosing Italy was to get my mind off you because everyone notice my insanity when you were gone. But I guess they forgot you and I made strong memories over there.” He chuckled bitterly. “I ran into some bad company one saturday night. They seemed like cool people at first but then later on, one of them influenced me into smoking. At first I was hesitant, being the momma’s boy that I was, I thought of my mother finding out and I knew I’d be dead meat. But then you came up in my head, and with that familiar anger alongside with the irresistible pain you gave me, I did it....”

I was beyond flabbergasted with his reveal. He went on telling me of how he met a middleman who was supplying him with drugs from an Italian organization.

But when I asked him about the name, he didn’t say anything. My blood was already boiling because he forced the name of the organization I was with out of my mouth but him on the other hand didn’t tell me his!

I can’t believe I was even believing his fucked up story!

“BASTARD!” I cussed out loud and was about to stand up when he came to me.

“Don’t call me that.” He said casually.

“Why shouldn’t I?! Or you prefer being called a lying asshole considering that’s what you are?!” I was beyond mad at him, and myself.

“You think I’m lying about all of this?” His jaw hardened.

“Of course you are! You really expect me to believe that I am the reason you went into drugs when we both know everything was a lie and you never loved me!” My breathing was getting so hard and strong.

“I’m not even surprised.” He chuckled nastily. “You’ve always doubted my love for you from day one.”

“And you didn’t for mine?! Oh please Mr. Lombardi!” I scoffed at his fake emotional act.

“You know I’m trying to be shocked at everything you’re saying but I can’t. For some reason I’m not even a bit surprised. It’s hurting though, but I’m not surprised.”

“Why?! Because deep down you know you’re lying?! You didn’t risk your kidney and lungs for me the way I did for you! You didn’t die the way I did anytime I tried to close my eyes to sleep but your stupid face pops up! You didn’t raise a child all on your own for—”

“If you fucking told me we had a child together would you have done that on your own?!” He barked at me and my rage increased. How dare he shout at me?! “I’m sorry I raised my voice at you. I shouldn’t have done that.” He raked his hair with his fingers as he knelt down in front of me.

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