Bound to you

07: Dark Secrets

" can you see me? the real me? or my font? "

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| Diana La Rossi |

We giggled and ate for what felt like hours. It reminded me of home, and how easy life was back then. How straightforward it was. Wake up, eat, train, eat, do something fun, eat, sleep. It was repetitive and constant, but it was what I loved doing, and continued to do so.

Of course, till this mission came along. When I first saw it I saw it as a ticket to my freedom, a ticket to hanging out with my best friend in a country where I was a nobody and where I could walk down the street without being hunted (or so I thought). I saw it as an opportunity, and of course I had to grab it the first chance I got. But being here came with a responsibility I never possessed before, and it feels surreal to be in my enemy's mansion, eating cookies and giggling.

And I knew that the moment this would stop, I would treasure it forever, because such memories come hard by for me.

"So the moment he grabbed me I was like, oh fuck. He will totally snap my bones for walking away from him, but really what he did was kissing my forehead and telling me he will wait for me. Clearly, my dumbass was like whatever sure and when I came back, he was fucking a girl. Guess who it was?" Sofia nodded at me, and I gasped.

"Sandra?" I whispered.

"Fucking Sandra," she laughed. "The pick me, choose me of the school. Of course I expected that from the moment the fuckboy asked me out, so I just walked away and drank my night away," Sofia shrugged.

For the past hours we shared stories of our childhood, and by we I mean her. I had nothing to share but my opinions, since I was locked inside most of the time. Though I didn't tell her, I wish I had this teenage life that she had, cry and feel happy by some silly boys only to be broken with the next day. I wanted to feel alive in a way, and my father made sure that I received the opposite, despite my constant begging.

"So you just left him? Without leaving some goodbye letters or I don't know, some goodbye?" I shrugged.

Sofia laughed at me, and I glared at her. "Goodbyes? Diana, there are no goodbyes. There are the peaceful-leaving-walking-away goodbye and the I-will-burn-your-clothes-and-shove-them-up-your-ass goodbye. I decided that the latter was a bit aggressive for my liking."

At this I narrowed my eyes at her and raised my eyebrows. "Too aggressive? For you carving a man's heart out is a warm up. I will not step in with your .... pleasures shall we say? I will support you, whatever, but from a distance."

The moment I finished my sentence we heard the door creak, and Alessandro stepped into the view. His hair was messily pushed back, and he was in a white top with grey sweatpants. His arms were crossed against his chest, making his muscles bulge out. I bit the inside of my cheek and met his gaze, which was amusing, at the fact that he caught me staring. I cleared my throat before standing up and dusting some crumbs off.

"Yes?" I smiled, my lips tightly sealed.

"You've been here for some time. It is already quite late, and you need rest for tomorrow. I assume that you will wish to sleep in the same room?" He asked, and I nodded, shocked at his tone. It was so gentle and likeable in a way, that surprised me. Behind it he held no judgement neither suggestions, just simple facts he noticed. And I was stunned by that. Why study a person if at the end of the day your goal is to get rid of them?

I never figured out emotions. For me, it was tacky thing. Without anyone to talk as often, mainly people in my father's manor were emotionless and toneless. I felt like I talked to a stone, except the times they replied back. But seeing and feeling emotions it's a new thing, that I expected that I will encounter, but did not expect that it will hit me this hard.