Bound to you

28: Grief

" you are flawless "

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| Notes |

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES AND GORE SUBJECTS, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION

| Alessandro De Moretti |

Her screams did not stop.

From the moment she passed out in my arms I bought her to one of the apartments I own across Italy. I laid her on the bed and she has been sleeping for 12 hours by now. And not once did she stop screaming. Sweat beads were decorating her forehead and her face was scrunched up in agony, her legs tangled around the sheets and her screams, god the rage and anger behind them, each them more powerful and horrible, slowly tearing down every single ounce of self-control I have.

"Diana, please," I murmur, rocking her gently in the double bed she is sprawled upon. She whimpers and sniffles, each action breaking my soul centimetre by centimetre.

She stills and slowly her eyes flutter open, hanging tiredly. Diana snuggles further into my hold and I reach to the bowl where the wet cold towel is, pressing it against her burning forehead. She sighs and closes her eyes, tensing with every second in my hold.

Diana has bared herself raw to me, and would not repeat the same mistake ever again. I can tell that much from how tense she is, the moment she wakes up her body going into alert mode and blocking off any emotion or compassion she has towards people.

"Please," she whimpers and I sigh, shuffling away from her.

"Do you need anything? Food, pills...?"

She shakes her head and buries herself in the mass of pillows behind her, pulling the covers till they reach her neck. Cowering away from me, from any familiarity.

I sigh and turn away from her, walking away.

| Diana La Rossi |

They say there are 5 stages of grief.

Denial.

Anger.

Bargaining.

Depression.

And acceptance.

5 stages everyone has to pass through at one point in their lives. They can either choose to move forwards or remain at the stage that they wish. Perhaps they are oblivious to where they are, and they feel lost, untouched and foreign.

But as I stare at the unfamiliar ceiling above me, I deny it. Deny the fact that my parents are dead, that I will never see them again or that my whole house burned down, without a trace left. With as much as tiny match, a whole house full of burning memories collapsed.

And yet, I keep thinking. Keep thinking about the letter and what she told me about his father. Keep thinking that perhaps there may be a chance for me to discover the person who did this, and rightfully do the same to them. I don't want to know what I'll do, or who they even are, but what I surely know is that they are hunting our family, our bloodline. They killed my grandparents the same way they killed my parents, and I am next.

Thinking about what I know, of Alessandro's task to kill me, I gasp and stand right up. His father commanded him to kill me, and he was also the boy who was in love with my mom. He was jealous of my father and my mother, so he must have killed my grandparents as a warning. Then, when she mentioned him coming around for a meeting, that's when it must have happened. Because otherwise how could have he known how my grandparents died, and hoped to transmit the same message through my parents? And between the time the letter was plotted and the meeting took place, it must have been some time ago if the house had enough time to burn itself and everything around it.