Don't call me Angel- Completed

Thirty Four

I looked back as he followed me into the room, standing on my tiptoes and looking through the peephole. Lu. 

I opened the door a crack. 

"Arlo, did you order room service?" I spoke but didn't take my eyes off Lu. 

"No. I fucking didn't." I swallowed and Lu's face dropped. 'get help.' I mouthed at him. 

"Let me in." He whispered.

"No. We don't need help  with anything. Thanks though." 

"Don't lock the door." He kept his voice low, turning and walking away quickly. I closed the door walking back into the room. 

"So you slept with him because he treats you better? How do you know? You spent one night with him in a bar." 

"Arlo. Do you really want the answer to that? Because I think you know the answer you just want me to say it." I walked into the bathroom. I'd be trapped, but whoever Lu was going to bring back here would now have full access to him. I sat on the edge of the bath, looking at the bandage, I could see he'd made it bleed again. 

"I want you to say it." 

"Fine. That's you prerogative." I shrugged. "I've been with him every day since I got here. He took me on a date on a boat, we swum naked in the pool, danced on the beach, he met my uncle and cousins. We spent evenings watching Netflix wrapped around each other. He knows me better than you do and I've known you for 10 years." 

"What do you mean he knows you better? How could he possibly know you better?" He crossed his arms, standing solid in the doorway. 

"Okay. Take this for example. What's my favourite food?" 

"Trick question. You don't have one. You barely eat. I put food in front of you and you refuse it." 

"Wrong." I shrugged. 

"You-" He sighed. "Fine, I'll play along Maddelena. What IS your favourite food?"

"Mozzarella sticks." I smiled, remembering all the times this past week he's picked restaurants with them so I can have what I wanted. 

"You don't like cheese Maddy." 

"I love cheese." I laughed. "Anyway. What's my favourite flower?" 

"Easy. Roses." 

"Nope. Sunflowers. Favourite colour?" 

"Black." 

"Yellow. What colour are my eyes?" 

"Blue." 

"You know how he described them when I asked him? Not just blue. He rolled off a very specific colour. The same shade of blue the sea is in the middle of July around the edge of a tropical island." I bit at the skin on my lip. "He knows when I bite my lip and why. He notices when I'm nervous-" 

"You don't get nervous." 

"No I do. A lot more than anyone knows. And I didn't even have to tell him Arlo. He can see it, he KNOWS." I shrugged. "Last question. What happened the night my parents died?" 

"They um-" 

"You don't know do you?" 

"Maddy-" 

"No Arlo. You don't know because you never fucking bothered to ask. He did. On our first date. It naturally fell into conversation and I told him. Ever detail. And he asked questions, was interested." Arlo moved forward a step as there was a loud knock at the door. 

"Maddelena. Open up. Now." Tommas. I stared at Arlo. 

"You better do as he says Arlo. He won't protect you because of your dad. His loyalties lie with me."