Toxic and Mine

Stumblin' In

Our love is alive, and so we begin. Foolishly laying our hearts on the table.

"You're very Beautiful Nastasia." Silva compliments for the sixth time today. I look like down at my food once more.

"Thanks you've said that so many times already." I state and he smiles extending his pink lips.

"What were we talking about again?" He asks me.

"Your parents... how you were raised and shit."

"Oh right... I was born in a pretty normal childhood. When I turned 12 my father took me with him to assassinate someone for his friend. That was the day I really started looking up to him." He chuckles recalling the memory.

I give him a weird look, he couldn't possibly be serious.

"Silva that isn't a normal thing."

"Bonding with your father isn't normal? There were things your dad did that interested you no?"

"I mean yea... but my dad teaching me tennis is completely different yours teaching you to kill." I laugh.

"Just because it's not something you find ethical doesn't mean you can judge me."

"I'm not judging you."

"You are by the way you're looking. You like at me like I'm this crazy monster. Im only that way when you push me to be."

"Silva you probably have your own collection of snuff films, of course it's going to make me feel some kind of way. You've pointed a gun to my head and have threatened to kill my parents."

"Because of your actions, I could treat you so much better if you respected me.

"You could have any girl why me?" I ask him confused.

"I don't need a reason Nastasia. The point is I want you, I have you and if you have a problem with it. I'll make it to where you belong to no one." He threatens, his brown eyes turning darker.

"And respect is threatening to kill me again." I say sarcastically rolling my eyes.

"No im being respectful, I'm giving you a choice. You don't have to be here with me right now. You could always leave, catch a flight back home, drop out of the experiment."

"Have you ruin my life on the way." I cut in and he shrugs before taking a sip of his wine.

"Nastasia I don't love you yet but I have a deep attraction to you. I haven't felt like this since..." he clears his throat.

"I haven't felt this in a long time and I know it's not one sided. Tell me right now that you feel something."

I swallow hard trying to avoid his eye contact. I hate being put on the spot like this... I don't know how I feel right now. I should be scared and hate him completely but I don't. All I feel is frustration and anger.

"I don't know Silva... maybe I can see myself being in love. But I don't want that, loving people hurts! I've seen it with my own parents. You remind me of my father in ways, and I've seen what loving my father did to my mom."

"Are they happy?"

"Yes I guess."

"That's all that matters, love isn't simple but it does provide security. Our parents fight, they may even draw blood but at the end of the day they have each other. To rely on, to provide protection."

I didn't know what to say I just kept looking at him. His hair was sitting in soft curls going down his forehead. The blackness of it and his light pink lips stood out completely against his light complexion. You wouldn't think there was an once of blackness to him. All of his other siblings except Lydia was more on the tanner and browner side.