Bianchi Twins | On Hold

Twenty

Previously on Bianchi Twins

What I didn't see was the dark shadow figure sitting on my bed, that has been in that same spot for hours, waiting for me to come back. As I'm about to turn on the lights, he turns on my lamp, that is on my bedside table. I jumped back surprised, hitting my back on the door. My eyes darted in shock towards the direction of my bed.

He smirks at my shocked face but his eyes turn dark when they catch onto the dark bruises and cuts on my beat up face.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up." He stood up from my bed and advanced towards me which made me quickly turn around and try to open my room door and go back to Armani's room. As my room door opens just by a crack, he comes up behind me and slams it shut with his right hand, that's right above my head.

"Nuh uh. That's not how this works. Now, where the fuck have you been little sister? And what the fanculo happened to your face." Roman seethed, not moving his hand off the door which made it impossible to open the door.

I slowly turned around and brought my eyes up to look at his now dangerously deadly and scary hazel eyes, that belong to my brother.

Well nevermind God, I take back my thanks.

Present (Andrea's pov)

"Get the fuck away from me." I seethed at Roman. "Or what?" He challenged. When he said that, I shoved him back with all the strength I had left for the night, which thankfully worked or that would have been really embarrassing.

He trips backwards and quickly stables himself, glaring at me afterwards. "You could have just asked me to move back." I let out a sound of annoyance. "I fucking did!"

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes. "Where have you been?"

"I don't have to answer you or give you an explanation. I owe you nothing." I narrowed my eyes at Roman who's now standing in the middle of my room with his arms crossed and a dark look on his face. I discreetly lower my arm to where my knife is hidden, and where my gun also sits not too far above that spot.

I don't know Roman's intentions or what he would do right now. I don't know him and he doesn't know me. He could beat me right now and make me even more in pain if he wants. I need my weapon in case my fists don't work.

"Oh really?" He steps forward and I step even further back into the door. A look of hurt passes through his face but it's gone as soon as it came.

"Look." He states. "I have a suspicion about where the fuck you and Armani have been for hours. You sneak out, beat people up, act all tough, and come up with bruises on your face. So let me ask again, where have you been?" I don't say anything and instead continue glaring at him.

"Answer me." I didn't and instead walked forward and right past him.

"Hey don't just-"

"Leave my room." I said firmly. Your room? Since when do you call a room in a stranger's house your's?

"No." He responded. I clench my fists and bite my tongue to keep myself from letting out a string of profanities that I was taught better not to say. And let me specify, I was taught better by Chris and Rio, not Dominique considering she cursed like a sailor.

"So, where were you and Armani?" He hummed

I sighed. "I couldn't sleep so I went to his room to sleep with him but it turns out he couldn't sleep either. So both of us went on a walk together."

"It's past three. You both have been gone for hours. No way you went on a walk this late, for that long."

"Well we did. We've always done this." That's not a lie. Me and Armani have tended to walk the streets at night since we were kids. The reasons why we did so vary. Sometimes just because we were injured and needed to leave the small dark and painful apartment we unfortunately lived in, and other times it was because we couldn't sleep or we wanted fresh air.