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Arabella:

August 27th 2022

Pulling up to the raving club I felt my anxiety at a ten. Falling into my habit of moving my hand to the scars on my arm, the scars that Vincenzo has surprisingly never mentioned. But to be fair I've never mentioned his either, my reason being I don't like mine being brought up. So his reason is probably the same, but I have noticed his.

I noticed them the first time he took his shirt off in front of me, and the first time we met. I try my best to never let my eyes focus on them too long, I never want him to catch my eyes lingering. But I know he knows I see them, just like I know he sees mine. My arms and thighs aren't completely covered, but they aren't bare. His giant gash on his neck, along with the ones on his chest and back are nothing he takes time on hiding either. I think it's like a silent agreement, if one of us brings it up we'll be welcome to talk about it but unless we bring it up.

But now I was rather obviously picking at my scars. I could feel Vincenzo's careful eyes on me as he drove to the back parking lot, but I ignored it. When he finally parked I felt his eyes on me again, "You look gorgeous Arabella." I fight rolling my eyes.

I don't know why I was feeling so insecure right now, but I was. Maybe because I'm at a club, or maybe because i'm at my boyfriends club, or maybe it's because there's going to be so many beautiful girls and Vincenzo is just with plain old me.

I wore a floral dress which I know isn't super clubby but I wanted to feel like me, but now thinking of how childish and out of place I will look I regret my decision. My hair is simply down and I'm wearing, guess what, yes, converse. My cream colored pair with pink accents.

I felt an unmoving Vincenzo stare at me making me remove my hand from my arm as I turn to look at him, "Are you ready?" I ask in a joyful tone but it's pretty obvious i'm masking my real emotions.

He shakes his head obviously catching me, "Are you ready?" I nod looking towards my door to grab the handle but a squeeze on my thigh stops me. I see his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to figure me out, "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He speaks softly before muttering again, "I never know." I place my hand on his as I turn towards him a bit in my seat.

I watch him lift his free hand running in through his long hair before looking back at me. I was ready to speak, but every-time he looked at me I felt like jelly, "Wanna let me in baby?" I glanced at the clock 10:01 pm we should go in soon.

I look back at him cleaning my throat and closing my eyes preparing for my stutter, "I feel ugly-" I watch him open his mouth to interior but I stop him, "And there's going to be so many pretty girls who will look at you and what if-" This time he interrupts again and I let him.

He speaks stern causing me to sit up, ready to obey him, "Arabella" I stare at his eyes intently showing him I am ready to listen, "You are mine, but I am also yours just as much. You are the most beautiful girl, and you're my beautiful girl, yeah? So let's go in, I can show you my office that's above the whole club first. And if you wanna stay there with-" He looks like he's battling his own thoughts, "With Mario than, than you can." I smile at him leaning in to peck his lips before nodding softly.

I grab my own door as he meets me as I slowly come out of it. He lets his hand travels down and around my waist as we walk forward to the entrance of the Club. The music so loud I could hear it even form the car, people outside talking loud as well. But not as loud as the people inside.

I was faced with a different air when we made our way past the back entrance. I forget how rich his club is, filled with drunk snooty people. I remember how excited Ameira was when she got us in a few weeks back,