"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 think I'm going crazy.
I'm waiting for the moment a camera crew comes out telling me I'm on some whacked out show, but guess what? It's been almost a week and that has yet to happen.
John Quinones needs to come out from wherever he is hiding.
Glancing down at the bracelet on my hand I sighed. I think I'm just in a messed up fever dream, when I wake up Leo's just going to be a normal person getting mad when I call him Principessa.
Yeah.
No.
Did I call the police? No. Why? Because the person I would be sending to jail also happens to be Leo, plus if he's involved with shady shit and I narc I'm most likely to be killed. I didn't tell Ara what happened, as far as she knows we got in an argument and haven't been speaking since.
Plus what would I even say? "Yeah we were talking when some random person shot at us which led to Leo killing them." What would someone even say to that? They would probably think I'm crazy.
I'm not okay.
I looked at the three most recent texts Leo sent me.
Leo🙄🍓: Can we talk?
Leo🙄🍓: Please?
Leo🙄🍓: I can explain, I promise.
I have missed calls from him along with a voicemail I haven't listened to yet. I'm scared. Scared being an understatement. I looked it up and there's no articles on how to deal with this situation.
I should start a blog. Daily life, like the Ellen show minus Ellen and in writing format.
Sighing I sat down, looking out my window. If he wanted to kill me he's had multiple chances.
I attract crazy people.
Getting up I put on my jacket leaving to meet Ara, she wanted to eat at a new cafe that recently opened up, she said they have good hot chocolate so obviously I agreed quickly. Before I left I shoved pepper spray and a pocket knife in my pocket still paranoid.
Maybe thinking I finally could have a normal relationship was too much to ask for. In all honesty Leo was too good to be true.
