Jitters (n)
Feelings of extreme nervousness.
Evelyn's POV
The wetness between my legs becomes uncomfortable. I need to do something; I need to wipe it off.
"Can I go to the bathroom, please?" I ask Dimitri.
He looks at me and takes a minute to think then he nods.
I get up and walk to the bathroom door dodging Charlotte's presence, I don't need her whiny voice right now.
After wiping the wetness from my body, I walk back into the living room and their both to into the game to even look at me. Maybe that's a good thing.
"Evelyn, come here please!" Charlotte calls out.
A sigh of compliance leaves my lips. I go into the kitchen and see her pouring some wine. She hands me a glass.
"Oh, I'm nineteen. I can't drink." I say trying to hand it back to her and she chuckles.
"Italians drink wine starting at ten. I won't tell your father." She winks.
I awkwardly hold the wine glass in my hand.
"How do you like living with my boy? Is he treating you nicely?" She takes a sip of her wine eyeballing me.
"Yeah, he's uh, he's a gentleman." Why do I feel like I'm on trial? I feel like she's staring into my soul.
"Good. That's how I raised him. Does he talk about work at all?" A concerned look grows on her face.
"He mostly just fills out paperwork and goes to meetings at the office."
She smiles and sets her half full wine glass on the counter.
"Did he tell you anything about the Russians?" She asks quietly.
The Russians?
"What about them?" I ask hoping she will give me more information.
"Mamma." Dimitri says as a warning entering the kitchen.
She looks at him and sighs.
"Non è coinvolta."
[She's not involved]
"Forse dovrebbe esserlo." She points at me.
[Maybe she should be]
I wish I understood what she was saying. I back away a few steps and listen to them argue in Italian. It's beautifully scary.
They've been arguing for about five minutes then Dimitri grabs my hand and leads me to the car.
"What's going on?" I look around in confusion.
"We're leaving." He closes the door before I can ask any more questions.
When he gets in the car, he wastes no time and starts speeding down the road and into the highway.
I want to ask questions. Like, what they were talking about? What's up with the Russians? Why did we leave so soon?
But I hold it inside, the anger radiating off of him is flashing danger. So, I keep my mouth shut.
After sitting in silence for an hour I decide to ask one question.
"Can you teach me Italian?" I ask.
A smile I've been dying to see since we left appears on his face.
"Maybe one day piccola." He says softly.
YOU ARE READING
Touch In The Dark
RomanceEvelyn already lost her mother; how could it get any worse? At least that's what she thought. She's forced to move in with her estranged father where she also meets her stepmother and stepbrother. Evelyn knew what she needed to do, and that's gettin...
