Eve Romano used to have a life in Italy. She had a nice apartment, a great boyfriend, a nice job and was truly happy there. That was until everything started to crumble before her which forced her to move back home to Scotland with only the memories...
Qui la gente è strana tipo spacciatori Troppe notti stavo chiuso fuori Mo li prendo a calci 'sti portoni Sguardo in alto tipo scalatori Quindi scusa mamma se sto sempre fuori, ma
Sono fuori di testa, ma diverso da loro.
The anger and betrayal running through me was off putting. I hadn't seen the man in a year and a half and now here we was, how fucking dare he. He stands up and lifts Alessia up happily, kissing all over her cheeks as she giggles, snuggling up to him. My mum turns to look at me carefully and I just shake my head firmly, she knew to back off. Damiano places her down with a smile and glances over at me.
"Hey amore" Is all he has the cheek to say.
"Don't you fu..."
"Eve, may I speak to you alone?" My nonna cuts me off sternly, knowing a cuss was about to come out of my mouth. I glare at the rockstar and nod slowly, letting him guide Alessia out of the room. When I hear the door shut from behind me, I let go of the breath I was holding.
"What the hell is he doing here? And why the hell didn't anyone tell me?"
"Look Eve, I asked him to be here" My nonna owns up. Was she fucking crazy?
"Why?" I spit, folding my arms. She knew how we ended, why didn't she fucking hate him? I was her granddaughter for fucks sake.
"Because I know I don't have long left and you know how much Damiano means to me sweetheart, I want him here" She really had to make me feel bad. I guess I could see why he was here but I didn't think he'd give a damn. I could just have him stay out of my way and I would stay out of his.
"Fine. But don't expect me to be nice or even speak to him"
"Well... that's another thing" My mum sighs. What now? I couldn't bare this. I saw shit like this coming, I knew at one point he'd make a fucking appearance. I mean what were the chances he wouldn't? "Look... your father and I never ended up telling Alessia about you both breaking up, she's got a lot going on right now and I don't want to make her more upset so all of us were wondering if you could just pretend things were fine and that you are both.. you know... still together? Just until things calm down"
Were they fucking crazy? Has everyone gone fucking mad? I couldn't even utter a word at this point.
"You guys are crazy" I shake my head repeatedly. "Alessia doesn't even know about nonna being properly ill so I don't have to do that"
"She knows I'm under the weather Eve and you know how emotional she is" My nonna tells me sternly.
"Does anyone give a shit about me? Or my feelings? I was left without an actual goodbye. I came home to a fucking letter that broke up with me for him!! ...And now you want me to play happy families? Are you all really that selfish?!"
"Eve that is enough!" My mum shouts. I run a hand through my hair angrily, trying to hold back the urge of punching in a wall.
"Maria, could you bring Damiano in here?"
"Yes mama" My mum nods, walking past me also making sure to glare at me as she does so. Bitch. I couldn't even look at my nonna, the anger was blasting through me. I couldn't believe this. I couldn't face him. I mean I'm mortified. Wouldn't you be if you were just walked out on?
"Eve, come here" My nonna sighs tiredly, signaling me to sit on the bed next to her. I hesitantly glance at the spot she was patting and eventually give in, walking over to her bed. I sit down and she takes my hands in hers, smiling at me sadly.
"I'm sorry sweetheart. The way your mama talked about it... it was as if you were over the whole thing. What he did to you was very wrong and I've made him aware on how wrong he was, hell... I yelled at him when I first saw him after you had returned home." She tells me as I smile. At least she wasn't completely on his side. "I just care about you all so much, I want you all to here for when I do pass because family is always family. And for Alessia... I just want things to be as normal as possible" She explains.
I nod along slowly, beginning to feel more guilt for kicking off the way I did.
"I am sorry amore" She apologizes, lifting my hand to kiss it.
"It's okay Nonna. I'm sorry for yelling and swearing... if it means this much to you, I'll do it. But only for you and Alessia" I tell her. She grins up at me and brings me closer to kiss the top of my forehead firmly.
"Thank you sweetheart" There's a knock on the door and I hesitantly get up from the bed and walk over to open it. I let Damiano through who thanks me quietly. I shut the door behind him as we both walk over and take a seat on different sides of the bed.
"I understand this will be uncomfortable for the both of you but I do appreciate you both taking time out to be here with me" Nonna smiles, taking a hand each. "Damiano, as I was telling you earlier about the whole pretending as if things were normal... are you still okay to do that or will it make you uncomfortable?" Oh so he gets a say...
"I'll do anything to help the family Vittoria, you've all done so much for me" He tells her seriously. I stare down at my hand awkwardly, his voice was even hurting me. He hadn't changed at all apart from a better fashion sense and shorter hair but still at the length you could call it long.
"Thank you sweethearts. I'm so glad you're here"
......
After spending some time with Nonna, I head into the room next door to hers and flop down tiredly on the bed. My room hadn't changed, I still had all my 80's rock band posters all over the wall and all the old clothes I used to wear were still neatly hung up on the rack. Man, what a day and it was only one in the afternoon. I was about to turn over and take a quick nap when there's a knock on my door. I sluggishly walk over and pull it open to see Damiano standing there with his hands in his trouser pockets.
"What?" I sigh, leaning against the door.
"Well that's a nice greeting" He rolls his eyes at me.
"Yeah? Well that was a lovely goodbye you left me with a year and a half ago" I spit childishly. I was about to shut the door in his face when he sticks his foot in between, pushing it back open.
"Can we talk?" He asks in his.... soothing Italian accent. Oh for god sake! Get a grip Eve.
"No" I reply shortly, attempting to shut the door again but he repeats the same action. "For fucks sake" I groan, storming over to my bed agitatedly as he let's himself into my room, shutting the door behind him. I watch as he lurks around, smiling up at the photos I had completely forgot to take down before I left Italy, they were pretty much of all of us over the three years we were together as well as photos with Victoria, Ethan and Thomas. I could see him staring at one photo in particular, I couldn't read his expression.
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"I remember that day like it was yesterday" He speaks up. "I don't recognize myself... I mean look no tattoos, I was ripped... I mean I definitely look better now"
"Well least your vanity hasn't changed... anyway, did you want something?" I question boredly.
"Why are you being so cold?" He turns around, folding his arms.
"Do you really have to ask that?" I ask him, genuinely concerned that he's convinced he didn't do anything wrong.
"Well yes" He nods. "You're mad at me and I want to know why"
"Get out" I spit, shaking my head.
"Eve.."
"Get out!" I repeat angrily, I couldn't even look at him because when I did I just wanted to cry. And I wasn't going to cry over him again.
"Fine." He spits, turning around and storming out of my room, slamming the door behind him. I grab the closest thing to me which was a hairbrush and throw it at the door angrily after him.
