•His Angel•

Chapter 26

-Pasta-
*Amaras POV*

We had landed a while ago and we were now in a car on the way to the the compound.

For the rest of the flight and well, the whole drive on the way here I was thinking about what Antonio had said.

When I had nothing to do in my house well house of hell, I would always think about how it would feel to be loved or even liked.

The only person who ever truly cared for me was my mother and that was only for the first couple years of my life. The one person that truly cared and loved me was gone.

Is gone.

But when I would think about being loved I always wanted it to be the kind of love where they would do anything for me.

Sometimes I think that if love was a world I would live there forever but there is no point in living alone in a world without being loved by someone or not being able to be loved.

I used to think how could I find love anyway? Being locked up in that house with my tormentor. That would be impossible.

Even when I'm far away for he still has a way to remind me of him. All of my scars, my confidence that was thrown out of the window and smashed into a million pieces.

Esacping reality through thoughts and reading was my way of surviving and finding some sort of hope?

I loved the inspiration I gained from the people in my books. I had no one so I had to get something from someone.

I flinch back slightly as someones hand moves up and down in front of my face, "Hello?" Antonio asks leaning back into his seat from the front.

I look down at my hand to see it fidgeting with my mothers necklace.

I blink a lot and rub my eye, "Sorry" How long was I staring into space for.

"It's fine, was just making sure you were okay." He laughs and goes onto his phone, blowning air out of his cheeks.

"Thank you" My hand drops from a my neck to my lap, "No problem" I look over to see Marcelo leant against the door with his cheek squished against the window.

On the other side of me was Lucianto staring at his phone as if he was going to break it. The whole flight and the whole ride to the compound he was angry.

I haven't said a word to him since we boarded the flight. They way he looked and the he was acting made me almost scared to talk to him.

I snuck a glance at him, he looked back at me in a glare causing me to quickly look back to my lap. The car came to a stop. I didn't want to bother Lucianto so I was going to go out on Marcelo's side.

Lucianto got out of the car before any of us slamming it and storming inside.

Okay.

He was still asleep.

I tap on his shoulder once, no response I tap on it again and he wake up rubbing his eye. He looks to me then realizes that we had stopped.

"Oh sorry" He apologies before getting out and opening the door for me, "Thank you" He smiles and nods rubbing his eyes tiredly.

Everyone was in the house now it was just me and Marcelo outside, "Do you know what is wrong with Lucianto?" I asks him as the car drives off.

He yawns and stretches, "What?" He asks tiredly, "Do you know what's wrong with Lucianto?" I felt bad for waking him up.

"What do you mean."

"Well on the flight here he looked at his phone and got angry all of the sudden and the whole way here he's been angry too." I began to mess with my necklace.