Amethyst (Slow Updates)

Tried to cut my baby loose and she came right back

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After Athanasios had told me he began in Greece, we had begun to talk about what we liked to do, or rather I had talked and he listen intensely occasionally nodding or making a face. It was weird how he really didn't like to talk too much, but I had soon gotten used to it.

We were currently talking about how I moved to Italy, however, I left out the part about me being with him for the past few years. There was no need to spoil the mood.

"So what made you take Zay in?" I asked him. I was curious and it was so weird seeing a man who willingly took the responsibility for a child.

He looked away as if he had to think about what to say before he began, "I saw him, and could not leave him." He responded cryptically. I felt like there was more he was keeping from me but decided not to press on the matter.

Talking with Athanasios made me realize how much I hated the 'talking' stage of meeting someone. When you didn't know if you could trust that person yet, or didn't know if they'd judge you or not understand things, so you were hesitant on telling them. Like walking on eggshells, and lord did I hate eggs.

Athanasios suddenly reached down and touched a piece under the coffee table that was in the middle of the living room causing a little hidden drawer to open. I watched fascinated as he pulled out a browned canvas that looked like it had been around for centuries.

I gasped loudly as Athanasios clapped and the living room was plunged into darkness, the moon being the only source of light. I gasped even louder when the canvas Athan held began to glow brightly as he held it towards the moonlight.

It looked unreal. Like something out of this plane.

"Show you," Athans deep voice quietly spoke.

When he'd finally unrolled the canvas I finally noticed what had caused the canvas to glow. It was an extremely detailed painting of the farthest star, La stella piu lontana.

I was desperate to know what it meant and how Athan knew about it, but all I could think about was his deep accented voice saying "La stella piu lontana, and here she is," before he would land a hard blow to my face.

"How do you know about that? Do you know him! You're one of his sick friends, aren't you? Well, you can tell him I'll kill myself before I let you take me back!" I knew I was being irrational and there was probably no way that Alfa could know him, but that didn't help the debilitating fear that clutched my chest so hard I felt I couldn't breathe.

I thought of all the torture he had put me through and began to shut down. The therapist that he allowed me to see before deciding I didn't deserve it, had said it was something my mind used to torture me, by reliving the memories while my physical form was frozen. It happened whenever I felt a bad emotion too strongly and seeing Alfa talk about the farthest star had caused it.

I sat helplessly as the memory washed over me, and the longer I sat my vision began to fade until I was no longer in Alfa's moonlight living room, but instead in the bedroom of his estate in Rome.

3 Months Ago

I awoke in despair like every other morning. It was a constant cycle whenever he was here. I usually had a few nights warning on when he would be back by the maid who was always nice to me, but she had been just as surprised as I was when he barged into the estate and went straight to the underground portion of the home.

The nice maid had said that I reminded her of her late daughter so she felt she had to help me. I know that she was risking her job, and her life by helping me, but a selfish part of me didn't care, as I needed someone I could trust.