"How do you say idiot in Italian?"
"Bell'uomo."
[ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛]
"You're a bell'uomo."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession...
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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
Isabelle
I frown at the fresh scar on my side from a broken bottle. My uncle came back home early and I wasn't excepting it, the house wasn't as clean as he liked leading to my injury.
I know I can technically leave.
I'm a legal adult and all. But I can't. And I don't know why maybe fear mixed with guilt. I'm not sure what would happen if I packed up and left and he happened to see me again.
The probability of me coming out with just a scar and nothing more is highly unlikely.
I'm not sure what he wants from me. I've mentioned me moving out before, but he quickly shut it down and I learned never to bring it up again.
Plus, I don't make enough money to stay in a nice place that's safe while staying up to date on rent.
I cringed as I cleaned my cut, my phone ringing. "Hello?"
"Hi," Leo's voice spoke.
"Hey Lee, what are you doing?"
"Driving."
"You better have me on speaker."
"I do, what are you doing today?"
"I need to clean the house then make dinner,"' I answered flatly, quietly hissing once more from the sting.
He didn't say anything for a few seconds, "Are you okay Principessa?"
"I'm great," I said in a happier voice.
"Want to get slushies?"
Yes.
I frowned, "I can't tonight. What about tomorrow?"
"I'm leaving tomorrow for a work trip."
"For how long?" I asked gently.
"A week."
I sat on my bed with my legs crossed, "Where are you going?"
