Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

II

Every night was like Russian roulette for me. I didn't know what my head would prepare for me on a given night. My dreams were divided into two, completely different types from each other.

The first dreams are those from which a person does not want to wake up. In which everything its just right. Always very bright and vivid, like a summer day seen through the prism of childhood memories.

There is also the other side of the coin, which at the very thought of it sends cold shivers down my spine. My hell on earth is the nightmares that haunt me periodically, and I don't know what I'm repenting for. No one can answer me why I have to struggle with such dark dreams. I can't even count how many specialists I have visited and how many therapies I have gone through to find the cause. Unfortunately, to no avail.

This morning I was awakened by neither a nightmare nor any alarm clock. I was snatched from the embrace of Morpheus by a scream - a woman's scream that reverberated in my head and almost caused my eardrums to burst.

I abruptly picked myself up and sat down on the mattress in a Turkish style. I was badly dazed by the sun's rays that fell on my face through the huge window and by the terrible headache that seemed to drill a hole in my brain.

I found myself in the bed of Damiano, who was lying next to me. We both looked at each other stunned and didn't know what had just happened.

- God, woman. What are you howling about? - I asked myself when I located the source of the screaming.

It was none other than Giorgia. She was standing in the threshold of the door and holding her hips. Fury was painted on her face. If sight could kill then I would have been left a carcass long ago.

- Why am I howling? Why am I howling? - she raised her voice at me again. - You sleep half-naked in the same bed, in addition to mine, with my guy, and you still have the nerve to ask what I mean? You are insolent," she said.

Giorgia had no reason to be angry. We may have let our emotions run wild last night, but one thing is certain. Nothing happened between us that blurred the boundaries of our friendship.

We were very drunk. Damiano ordered a cab to take us to his apartment. Giorgia was not in it, so without thinking much we undressed and went to sleep. Simply put.

- Don't shout, because it's not what you think. - said Damiano, who, like me, wriggled out of bed.

The three of us stood facing each other, and the atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

- I'm disappointed in you, you never pulled a stunt like this on me. - said an exasperated Gio.

Damiano took such a quick breath that the air wheezed in his lungs.

- And who is saying this? The girl who left me at the club without a word and didn't give a sign of life all night.

While they were arguing with each other I began to gather my things, which were lying on the floor. I threw off the T-shirt I had slept in and hurled it to the floor. I quickly squeezed into yesterday's outfit.

- That's no reason to immediately bring such a barracuda into your home," the black-haired woman said with clear disgust for my person and nodded in my direction. - Zero respect for my person.

Well this was too much already.

I approached the girl and at the last moment I refrained from slapping her in the face. I clenched my hands into fists and hid them behind my back so that I wouldn't accidentally be tempted by anything.

- Listen, I don't know why and for what reason you left the club. I don't care where or with whom you were, but you can only blame yourself now. You gave no sign of life, and your boyfriend was wondering where you were. The only person who showed disrespect is you. - I said emphatically. - It hurts you that your boyfriend found solace in my company.