Safe and Sound | Marina

Chapter 23

Siena POV

It was now around 3pm, which is usually the time that I would get out of school. Carina and I just finished making dinner. She allowed me to help her, and we have created the most beautiful lasagna I have ever seen with a side salad. Everything was made from scratch.

She sort of let me take the led, which I was happy to. My mom and used to cook together a lot.

We had just taken the lasagna out the oven, and I knew Maya was going to be home around 5-ish.

"It smells so good," I said as my eyes rolled to back of my head, indulging in the smell. Carina chuckled, "All thanks to you bambina, I was just here for assistance," she winked.

I giggled, "Thank you," I replied. "I'm going to go shower up, and try to take a nap." The Italian nodded her head. "Do you need me to help you clean, I don't mind," I said as I starting putting the dishes in the sink. "No, no, go get rest, it's not much anyways," Carina said while taking the dishes out of my hand. "No it really i-," I tried to get out before Carina gave me those eyes.

Those eyes of an Italian that means do what I say or else. "I'm going to go take my shower," I said walking backwards towards the room. "Mhm," she hummed with a smirk.

It felt so good, to take a hot shower. To be able to breathe again, alone. I am thankful for Carina, but this what I needed to try and calm my myself down, and my emotions. I sat down while I allowed the shower to run through my head. Suddenly, a rush a memories just came through my mind.

The situation with my dad when I was kid, how it all began, the fire, my mom. My mom. I miss my mom. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I started the fire for us-- for us to escape. Tears began streaming down my face. My body is shaking, I can't catch my breathe.

Breathe. In and out. Slow. Breathe. In and out. I clear my throat, and stand up. I need to get out before I turn into a prune.

I then change into a hoodie and shorts, and climb into bed with a towel wrapped around my head. Still crying, snotty nose and all.

Did I really forget my mom died? Did I forget I was the cause? I was the reason? I killed my mom... I-I, what was I thinking?!

I could've done anything else known to man, but I set a damn fire. I am angry with myself, I hate what I did. How could I?

My dad didn't even care when my mom died, he told me like he was something I should've already knew was going to happen. I'm so exhausted, I'm so tired.

I laid there, on the bed with stained tear cheeks, yet again.Frustrated with the day. Upset that I allowed my emotions to take over. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

Maya POV

As soon as I enter the house, I am met with my beautiful wife laying on the couch watching one of her favorite TV show. She was so intrigued, that she didn't notice me coming in. I tip-toed until I go to the end of the couch.

"Boo," I yelled. "Ahagg," she screamed. I busted out laughing and went to sit next to her. She hit me on the shoulder, "Bambina, that is not funny," she said with a smirk. "I'm sorry my love," I said as I placed a soft kiss upon her lips. "You better be," she uttered as she kissed me again. "How was your day," she asked while pausing her show. "It was okay, the first last night lasted a while, but other than that we stayed in house."

"How about you," I questioned. "Good, just looking after Siena," she said. "Ooh! She helped me make dinner, we've been waiting for you," my wife added. "Go get changed, and can you wake her up, please on your way back?"