Beautiful like a rose 🌹 but... fragile like a bomb 💣

Cap 12

Olga: Come on, your's and Maya's room is ready.

Laura: I don't think I can do it, I can't enter the house, I just can't.

Olga, Domenico: Hey, we're with you. Everything is fine, don't worry

I take a deep breath and, encouraged by Olga and Domenico, I manage to enter the house.
I could not describe in words the feelings that overwhelmed me with every step I took inside the house.

Every corner where I stopped my gaze hid a memory.
I was walking down the corridors that seemed to never end.

But I was walking without a specific direction. It was as if my legs had come off the body and come to life. I was in a trance.

I was walking slowly, out of breath, as if trying to make sure nothing had changed.

I could hear Olga and Domenico shouting at me, but I couldn't say a word.

I walked for minutes like this, practically going from one part of the villa to the other. But I couldn't find what I was looking for.

I was looking for something. But not even I was able to understand what I was looking for.

I stop in front of a door, and suddenly I feel my heart start beating at a crazy rhythm.

With a trembling hand, I open the door and stop in the middle of that huge room.

I look at every corner of the room and realize I'm in the library. At that moment, the memories of my first meeting with Massimo appear so real in my mind as if I had gone back in time and lived them again.

I had gone back in time and I was again that terrified Laura who didn't understand what was happening to her.

A few moments before, she is with her boyfriend and friends, celebrating her birthday at a chic hotel in the heart of Sicily, and suddenly she wakes up in front of an unknown man who tells her a fantasy story and announces that her boyfriend cheated on her, and moreover the next 365 days of her life, she was going to spend them in that house with him, a man about whom she knew absolutely nothing.

I turn abruptly to the wall behind me, and my gaze stops at the huge picture of Massimo. Don Massimo, that imposing and sober man who had the power to kill with a single glance.

I look at that picture for a few seconds, and then I run away without explanation. After a few tens of meters I stop in front of a door. I tried to enter, but the door was closed. At that moment I turn to Olga and Domenico who have been behind me all this time.

Laura: Domenico, please open the door for me
Domenico: (looking at Olga as if he don't knew what to do) Laura I don't think it's a good idea

Laura: Domenico I beg you if you care about me, open this door .
Domenico: (after a few moments of hesitation) I'm going to bring the key to the shed.

After less than 2 minutes which meant an eternity for me, Domenico returns holding a key

Olga: Are you sure, Laura?

Laura: I've never been more sure in my life than I am now.

I take Domenico's key, take a deep breath, and open the door.

I stepped into that room with my feet trembling and my heart almost pounding with emotion.

After 5 years I was in that room again. The room where I was the happiest woman in the world, but at the same time the room where I find out what hell looks like

I fell to my knees at the foot of the bed and give freedom to all the pain I had kept inside me for so many years.

I screamed, I screamed with all my being. I screamed as if to convince myself that there were only magical moments in that room that I spent with the man of my life.

I know that for most people my relationship with Massimo was hard to understand.

We were 2 people who were not only from different social classes, we were part of 2 completely different worlds.

But although in 90% of the time we looked like 2 spoiled and stubborn children who could not conceive of giving up their own ambitions, in an inexplicable way in all this chaos we managed to complement each other to form a whole.

Although I tried my best to remember only the beautiful moments spent with Massimo.

The memory of the pain of losing my angel, Lucca, the despair and helplessness of seeing Massimo completely ignoring me after the death of our angel, and especially what happened on that cursed night when the beloved man turned from my angel into my executioner, made me losing control.

Laura Flashback:
Amore Mio
What is happening with you?
Massimo no
No, please don't ...
Stop I beg you stop
You hurt me
I beg you to stop !!!

Olga: My God! Lari, Lari, calm down, please
Domenico for God's sake do something!