My Angel

CHAPTER 26: THE TRUTH

Ayla's pov~

      I felt disoriented and my head was
pounding. I blinked my eyes open but thenbclosed them again because of the bright Sunlight.

Wait, what?
My eyes snapped open in alarm and I
quickly sat up in bed. I wasn't in my room.

I looked down at the soft black comforter. Panic filled my chest; I looked around the strange room. It was familiar to me.

Turning my head to the left, I shrieked in
surprise. Alessio was sitting beside me, his.back propped against the headboard as he mutely stared at me panicking.

I was in his room.
The last thing I remembered was falling
down on my bed tiredly as sleep took over my body and mind. But after that, everything was blank.

"How did I get here?" I asked, bringing the comforter up to my shoulder. Alessio raised an eyebrow at me in surprise.

"You don't remember?" he asked, his voice gruff from sleep.
I shook my head. He stared at me for a few seconds, the air crackling with tension between us. There was an awkward pause before he continued.

"You came to me last night," he said.
That didn't make any sense.

"What do you...you mean?" He sighed in annoyance.
"You had a panic attack. Came to my room, knocked at my door, and begged me to make it go away.

I did, and then you fell asleep on my bed," Alessio explained. When he was done, he stared at me expectantly.

Bringing my hand up to my head, I rubbed my forehead, trying to ease the horrendous headache.

When I closed my eyes, sudden clipped images of last night crashed behind
my close lids.
My nightmare.
The hallucinations.
Crying.
Begging Alessio to make it stop.

Inremembered him cleaning my arnms, telling me there was no blood on them.
My eyes snapped open and I stared at
Alessio in shock. He raised an eyebrow in amusement and made a taking sound.

"Ah, sonyou remember now." Embarrassment and shame filled me as I tore my eyes away from Alessio's penetrating gaze.

My throat went drynand my body grew cold.
Silence flled the room. Neither of us
moved.

After a few minutes filled with tension, I
licked my lips nervously and started to move toward the end of the bed. When Alessio didn't say anything, I kept my eyes down and pushed the comforter away before getting off the bed.

Just walk away, Ayla. Walk away. Get your thoughts together. Make up an excuse.
I locked my knees together and continued toward my escape.

When I reached the door, Alessio's voice
filled the room. I tensed and my hand froze.

"Are you seriously going to leave without
saying anything ?" he asked, chuckling underhis breath.

That was the plan. I thought he wouldn't
say anything, but clearly I was wrong. How naive of me that I kept thinking of him as thegood guy.
He is the good guy, though, I argued with
myself.

"Ayla, turn around," Alessio ordered in a
hard, cold voice.
I stiffened at his tone and swiveled around.
My head stayed down, and I refused to look at
his judging, questioning gaze.

The bed squeaked, and from the corner of my eyes, I saw him getting up. For the first time I noticed that he was in different attire than usual. He wore grey sweatpants and a long black shirt that was tight over his chest.

He moved toward me, his steps fluid and
confident.
When he stopped in front of me, my heart stuttered with anxiety and my stomach twisted with tension.