Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

XXIX

Last weekend was a nightmare for me, but I slowly got back on my feet. I pushed away intrusive thoughts and gained distance from it all. Damiano explained to me that everything that had happened was Angelo's fault. I didn't feel like hearing about it, so I just kept silent when the subject came back like a boomerang. The best tactic.

I didn't have the slightest desire to talk to my parents. The only thing I did was to call them and politely tell them where I was. Explaining all this was too much for me.

I need to close all business with Rossi immediately, and for that I will need my father's help. Not so much in terms of getting out of the company we have set up, but a loan. I will need money to start the business. When I kick him out of the company, I will also kick his money out. I can't afford to stop all the work in the middle, so I am forced to ask my father for money.

I took advantage of the moment when Damiano naps in our temporary bedroom. After Sunday lunch such a beauty nap is probably useful for everyone. I slip out of the man's embrace.

I allow myself one more look before going out into the garden. He looks so calm and innocent, just like a small child. Feeling the absence of my presence she moves restlessly. I thought he would wake up, but he only mumbles something under his breath and turns to the other side.

I smile and leave.

I run down the steep stairs quickly. I remember falling down them when I was a kid and hitting my head. I lost consciousness for a moment and my grandmother almost had a heart attack. It seems funny now, but nobody was laughing then.

I throw on my jacket, which has been lying around on the sofa since I came here. I went out the back door into the garden and grabbed the phone.

Dad answered after just the second ring.

- Hello, Lila? - came the familiar voice on the phone. - Jesus, baby. I've been out of my mind, are you all right? - he asked.

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

- Yes, after all I called you and told you everything was fine. Besides, Damiano told you himself. You are quite good friends. - I said in an impassive voice.

- Come on. You know yourself that it's for your own good. I'm glad that he is by your side now. - replied Joachim quietly and added. - Don't you think some explanation is due? - He asked.

- No.

The silence in the receiver was eloquent.

- Aha.

- We'll get to that another time. - I said and hastily added. - I need a loan.

I walked along a path until I came to a large lake that was sheltered from three sides by mountain ranges. A truly fairytale place, which I did not appreciate as a child.

- Loans? Do you have any financial problems, dear? - asked my father caressingly.

- Yes and no. - I answered enigmatically. - I need one hundred thousand euros.

The man on the phone choked on his breath.

- How much? What do you need such a sum of money for? To pay the bills? - He asked me in a mocking manner.

I refrained from a biting comment.

- To start a vineyard. You know very well that everything costs money and I can't afford it at the moment.

I feel so miserable. I hate asking for anything, especially money. My goal in life is to be independent, so this situation is an insult to me.

- Didn't you by any chance enter into a partnership with Rossi to divide the whole thing between two people? - asked my father, making a fool out of me.