"Need and want are two very different things lovers" ~The Author.
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I never thought I was gonna be selfish like this. I always knew we weren't gonna end up in a good place me and him. I just never expected it to be like this, to be called those things knowing how it affects me. We had both been in similar situations but that did not give either of us the right to talk about the other the way he did about me. I never expected love to be so messy and cruel to lose him and have him come back only to physically lose him again. Yet instead he chose to push me away.
The night of the storm I had to run I know it was the only way that I could potentially save my plan. I was too close to letting him know what I was going to do too close to showing the Russians and I couldn't do that.
I need time away from my house, to make every single one of them hate me, and the only possible way that I could make him hate me as if I ran. That night at the hospital I know everything he said was real and that's probably why it hurt because everything I had done that night was part of the plan I want him, no I needed him to hate me. It was the only way to push them away.
I never hated him I never wanted to but his actions made me change my mind. The farthest thing from my mind was believing that he could ever call me such things knowing my past and knowing my present that should've changed his opinion but I didn't instead he hurt me more than anyone including my cheating and lying family and everything I have been through because of a simple title.
It had been a total of two weeks since I had left the hospital I had a slight scar on my leg and a very bruised hand. My ribs were almost broken and I cannot be more grateful that he did kick me out of the car but that didn't take her and change the things that he said he did it changed how I felt.
I had practically sacrificed my family and my safety to prevent his family from forever breaking the way mine did, I wanted to say them, Emilio Andrea, and Marco, I wanted to protect them as no one had ever protected me except for my dad I wanted to make sure that no one could lay a hand on what was mine.
But I guess it makes sense how everyone says the people closest to you are the ones that hurt you the hardest because he did.
Milo had come a few times to my house it was kind of in the outer places of Milano, they both came over a few times and made sure I was okay neither of them mentioned their brother which I was very happy about.
At the moment I was picking up clothes in my closet Andrea and I had made plans tonight to go out to a club and just have the time of our lives, I know most people may say I was ignoring my feelings and I am very aware that I was but that didn't stop me from wanting to be the person I used to be but at the bad part person I inspired to be from the inside.
Changing into a pair of black cargo pants and a black lace bra top along with my black heeled boots I made my way downstairs. I didn't want to or need to dry my hair even though it was dripping onto the floor as I walked down the stairs Emilio sat on the counter drinking out of an orange juice bottle well Andrea wore a black glittered dress they both made their bodyguard make sure to keep an eye on me the entire night that included the night before we even went out to the party they both thought that I was going to get drunk.
