loveable one

Chapter 2

Victoria's pov:

The man that introduced himself as Luciano smiled at me and the other man took a step towards me. He spread his arms like he was about to hug me. Because it kinda surprised me I hid behind Antonio who took a protective stance in front of me.

I hurt the man with my action. I can see it in his eyes.

It wasn't my intention to hurt him. I just don't want to hug a stranger out of the blue. So I wait until he steps back and puts his arms back down. Then I step next to Antonio and wait for them to tell me more. How is this going to work? Am I to leave all my things and buy new ones? But I don't really have any money so what now?

Luciano clears his throat bringing all the attention back to him.

He looks at the man next to him and says "Victoria, this is your father."

Can my father not talk?

"It's nice to meet you two." I tell them while nodding.

"You can't imagine how much we all missed you." I guess my father is not mute like I though. Then why did he not introduce himself?

"Right." What else am I supposed to say? Me too? I didn't even know they existed until this moment. And I'm not about to lie just to please him.

"So we will go to your house and pack your things now. Then you will come home with us to Miami."
Luciano says with a tone that tells one to not question him.

"You want to take her away? Just like that? You think she would be happy with a bunch of people she doesn't know?"

Of course my friends are not scared of him. Even if his aura tells you to not go against him.

Anastasia takes my hand and looks me in the eyes as if she tells me we should run away now. I shake my head at her. I can't just run away. Not when I maybe found a place like home.

"Of course she needs to come with us. I am her legal guardian and I can't just leave her on her own." Luciano answers Antonio.

"Wait. You're my legal guardian? Not father?" I say clearly confused.

"No, not him. Me. I will explain the circumstances once we're home. We will give you 10 minutes to say goodbye to your friends." He says and everyone walks outside, leaving the three of us in here.

"Miami? You will go to Miami! That's so far away, we won't be able to see each other!" Anastasia whines.

"You can't go. We can't be separated. We are meant to be together!" Antonio shouts.

How am I to understand that statement? Almost sounds like we're supposed to get married or something.

"You guys know the circumstances. I can't stay here on my own. My legal guardian won't leave me and if I'm being honest I hate this place. I hate this school and most of the people here. Maybe a new beginning is exactly what I need? We will visit each other as often as possible and you two will be my bestest friends forever, really." I try to calm them down but it seems to only agitate them further. Tonio throws a vase against the wall and Tia screams that that's not fair.

The doors burst open and Luciano walks up to me. It was clear how shocked and worried he was. He looks around the room panicky.

"Let's go." He says sternly while glancing at my friends. I hug them one last time and follow him outside.

"I need to go to the bathroom." I say before we exit the building.

"Alright, I'll wait here." He tells me and it seems our father is already outside.

I walk through the school and look for someone. I need to say goodbye. It's 10am right now, our meeting time.
When I finally spot a redhead near the bathrooms I run up to him and hug him from behind.

"Oh, Vic, you scared me." He tells me in his husky voice.

"I'm going away. I'm only here to say bye."

"What? Where?"

"Miami. I have family there. I wish you all the best for the future, Luca. I will miss you."

I can't look at him after saying goodbye, I need to get away.
I turn around and run outside. Luca was my secret friend. No one knew we liked each other. He was the popular football star and I was the wallflower. I haven't even told Tonio and Tia. They don't like anyone except me and would've told me to stop.

I haven't given him my innocence or anything. But he was my first kiss, maybe even my first love. It's sad to walk away like that.

When I'm finally back we walk outside and to a super expensive car. Father was already sitting inside as we got in. We drove to the shabby house in which I lived.  It's even more embarrassing seeing in what kind of car we drive here.

I heard both of them drew in a sharp breath. They didn't like how I was living.

It didn't took me long to get all my belongings. I haven't got much to begin with. While I packed they just roamed around the small house to see and maybe understand what kind of live I have been living. Well, there wasn't much to look at as it was really small and everywhere was trash laying around. After like half an hour we got back into the car and drove to the airport.

"The jet is ready, sir." A man who seems to be one of the workers here walked up to us and said that. A jet? Like in a private jet? The car already looked really expensive but If they could afford a jet they must be millionaires. I got inside the jet like in trance and sat down. Everything in here must be worth more money then the house I lived in. It must be worth more money than I could ever dream of.

I must have looked really lost because Luciano started to include me more into the conversation. He asked me what I liked to do in my free time and I talked about my part-time job at the cafe and how I loved to read.  Just like that the time flew by and when we landed a car was already waiting for us.  Another one that looked super expensive. Probably because of the excitement and confusion from the day I fell asleep as soon I sat down.

I don't know how long I was asleep for but I got woken up by a person picking me up. My eyes shot open and when I realized where I was and that Luciano was holding me I calmed down. I asked him to put me down though, how embarrassing it would have been if I made him carry me inside.
When I looked up to see what kind of house I would live in from now on I froze. It was a fucking mansion. Never in my life have I seen a house this big from this close.

Father opened the doors for us and said. "Welcome home, my daughter."

Home? Could this place become my home?