Sexting for Blinds (bxb)

Chapter 16

Lorenzo hit the bright red punching back right in the centre and felt how his hands protested immediately. Nevertheless, he ignored the flashing pain and punched it a second time right away.

After a few other fast, successive punches he eventually allowed himself to catch his breath.

It was early noon, the sun stood bright and high on the blue sky, flooding the training room in its golden light.

Enzo felt restless since Levi moved a week ago. He already caught himself a few times, holding his iPhone in his hands, deleting text messages that were directed to Levi.

A week in which he didn't sleep a wink.

He felt ridiculous.

Until now he never had trouble falling asleep. He already slept within the strangest places: on the loading space of a truck, in a tree crown, on the back of a horse. Still his body simply refused to sleep even one single second in his warm, comfy bed that felt empty and giant without Levi lying next to him. He wasn't an amorous teenage girl after all!

"Merda!" he hissed frustrated when the hot blood dropped out of his ruptured knuckles onto the light-coloured parquet.

Rage flooded his veins like lava. The punching back shook due to his brawn, when he let a violent kick follow another few punches that crashed the bag right into the grey wall behind it.

Enzo's fist left bloody prints on the foam.

A furious cry escaped his lips, almost drowned by the dull sound of his bones colliding with the firm fabric of the punching back.

He felt lonely and tired - endlessly tired. Now that Levi left and he wasn't even sharing Matteo's company any longer he began to recognise how lonely he really was.

He sunk down the cold wall, his view focused on his trembling hands which were still burning in pain. He watched the single, ruby red droplets almost sluggishly running down his fingertips like he had been hypnotised by the vibrant colour on his white flesh.

It hadn't always been like this.

His thoughts drifted off to a woman with long, sleek honey blonde hair and big, auburn eyes.

Ariadne Este had been a classic Italian beauty. Tall, thin, with symmetrical features and hot-tempered while gentle as only mothers could be.

In Enzo's memories she only appeared in the same golden sunset light, that was also falling through the big windows right in that moment.

She always used to call out his name in this melodic voice of hers.

"Lorenzo, mio figlio."

Lorenzo Estes childhood hadn't been a piece of cake after all. Already in infancy he had seen things the majority of people most likely would have never been able to process. He saw people dying before he was able to ride a bike, pulled the trigger before he was legally authorised to buy alcohol.

He suffered greatly from the high pressure his father's expectations set upon him and the rivalry with his older brother which had nearly driven him insane on several occasions.

But Ariadne had welcomed him unfailingly with motherly care like an acquainted place far away from the bitter reality.

She had always listened to his thoughts and sorrows and tended his wounds.

His muscular body trembled uncontrollably, still drenched in sweat from his training, when he thought back to the day on which he had lost her forever.