The Knife In My Hand

Chapter Eighteen, Affection

Point Of View - Elma Farfalla Bianchi

        Shooting up from the bed waking up about four thirty in the morning right on schedule. Scanning the room and seeing Ricco sleeping in a chair with a book. Glancing at him for about a minute looking at his plain black shirt that says 'I Am A Doctor Don't Mess With ME' and his gray sweatpants. I guess they don't want me disappearing three evenings in a row. Now I wish I didn't make that mistake, HEE.

        Getting up from my king sized bed. Moving the thick cover slowly so I don't wake up Ricco. I go to my closet and pull out a gray full zip sweater, black balconette bra, black underwear, black quick dry shirt, and some baggy short women's workout shorts. Next I quietly went to the bathroom and changed. Before I left the bathroom I took off my make-up and applied it.

        Now leave the bathroom without waking up Ricco and grabbing my workout kit. I close the door quietly behind me and go down the stairs to the kitchen. It's time for my Expresso. Now the mug... Last time I grabbed a pine green mug. This time I grab a white mug that says 'Suck It Up Dude!' I chucked after seeing the mug. Putting the Suck It Up Dude mug under the machine and making my Espresso.

        After I finished making my Expresso, I headed to the gym with my bag. Looking around I spot a bench and sit down. Now start my routine. First, I do a run but because I can't go outside or I get in more trouble. So I will skip it until this evening. Now for my second step in my routine, stretching. After that I did fifteen reps of push ups and one rep is ten push ups.

        Walking one step at time back to the bench. Sitting down Pulling off the sports tapes on my hands. I wrap both of my hands and head towards the punching bag. Letting out my rage into this sack of sand. Peaking over my shoulder after hearing some footsteps. Next, seeing Damien enter the gym with a straight face. Now stopping and not caring what my angry face looks like. I feel raged, cold, wanting to become deadly.

        Taking the moment I sat down on the bench. Removing the taps off my sweaty hands. Damien looks at me with concern. "I will tell you this..." I put my hands together and closed my eyes.

        Hearing the heavy footsteps approach me. "Take your time." Damien's soft voice told me while moving his hands in circles on my back.

        "I put up walls to you guys. I-I am sorry." I started to cry out, putting my hands over my face. Letting real tears come out breaking my walls. I was created to block out my blood family just because I am scared. That I will lose my family... I Will Not Let It Happen Again!

        "Hey, Principessa (Princess) there is nothing to be upset about because we pushed you too much." Damien kept rubbing my back in circles with his hand which relaxed me.

        "You're not mad?" I look him in the face, seeing sadness and guilt all over.

        "Of course not Principessa! (Princess!)" He stopped rubbing my back and pulled into a hug.

        Damien loves me, his little sister. "I love you, brother!" I mumbled to Damien his face lit up when hearing that.

        "I love you too little sister!" Now pulling out of the hug and standing up to throw away the dirty sports tape. "So where did you go last night?" He brought up the question of the morning.

        Calmly taking a deep breath. "I was meeting some business partners for my company." My voice went down but not deep like my business voice.

        "So when are you gonna tell me what company this is?" Damien started investigating what my job is.

        Instantly getting nervous and fiddled with my finger for a second, should I tell him that I am Madam Rose? Or just that I am one of the founders of BlackGuard Technologies. No-o would they connect the dots since BlackGuard Technologies is one of the top underground companies. "It is too hard for me to tell you but I will show you when an opportunity comes up at the company." Now I picked up my gym bag and my coffee. We both started walking to the door.