I climb out of bed after convincing myself not to cry for the past three hours, I am not aware of what the time is but I know it must be in the early hours of the morning. Every single day that I have been here I have cried myself to sleep as well as waking up with puffy eyes and a sour throat. However yesterday was the only day that I have really and truly realised that these people are not kind or nice people in any way shape or form. I thought I knew them, but I clearly just believe what they wanted me to know. I doubt Alessia is the same as Matteo but Enzo, I believe they are cut from the same cloth, after all they are brothers.
I have had to realise the hard way that trust takes a while to build but seconds to break. I do not trust a single Romano, I do not trust another other than myself anymore. I thought the only person who would really have my back would be my brother, but I have realised he knew about this exchange. He knew before me and he left my father go through with it, making him worse than the Romanos. At least from day one they were open about the arrangement but my brother stabbed me in the back as he though it would get him in favour with my father but little does he know. It is merely impossible to impress that man, after all I have been trying for eighteen years of my life.
I hear a door open down the hall and I rush back into bed as I pull the covers over my body and hide my face between the pillow and sheets. Thinking someone was coming in, takes me by surprise when the footsteps pass my room. Moments later I hear the front door slam shut and I can imagine Matteo has left for work, whatever that may be.
I climb out of bed and take this as my opportunity to explore the house and find possible way of getting out. I know the chances of me escaping are merely impossible but you cane blame a girl for trying. After what I saw Matteo do to the man at the gas station, I have no idea what he is capable off, I have no idea what any of them are capable off.
For the next hour I get myself ready, pulling on a pair of blue jeans and tucking my tank top into them. I brush through my hair letting my natural hair flow down my back as I tuck it behind my ears, to keep it from my face. I make my bed and continue to tidy up after myself while I pluck up the courage to leave my room incase I find a Romano around the house.
After I have messed about in my room for another hour I decide to venture out of the room once ad for all. My hand twists the door knob as I hesitantly walk through the house, I close the door behind me before I make my way around the house. I decide to go tot he kitchen first as that is the only place I know the direct route to.
I make my way into the kitchen and to my surprise there are two girls stood around the kitchen island. One of then is leaning against it with their hands around a mug while the other is sat on a stool listening to her.
"Oh hello." the one stood up says to me with a smile. She has blonde hair which reaches the middle of her back, her eyes are a beautiful blue colour which accent her complexion perfectly. if I could describe someone has sunshine, this would be who I am describing.However the other one seems the complete opposite, she has very fair skin which is darkened by her brown eyes. Her hair is a jet black colour showing that indeed these girls are polar opposites.
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Blood or Water
RomanceTwo complete opposite. Two wondering souls looking for a place to belong. Gianna, 18, is a fragile girl who is longing to be loved. By anyone, brother, father even lover, she is just looking for someone to fill that void she is trying so hard to...