The Masquerade

Chapter 43

Adriana's POV

The battle seems to be settles inside me,Mrs.Clark gives me a reality check,I waste no time in stressing my brain anymore.

There are something which we dont think about,plan about but they happen and we do it.

With heavy heart all remorseful,I take steps as faster as my feet allow,to Daniele's place.

I know where to find him.My mind no longer incharge,my heart takes toll.

I reach the place he is sraying at to find the room unlocked yet empty with all the stuff scattered.

I am afraid and I dont know whom to ask,I begin searching for him around the place and I move all around the house checking every place to find him nowhere.

I move out in the backyard and there he is,lying on the grass,with his back towards me,I move closer sprinting quietly,his eyes are shut and his hand badly bruised with open and untreated wounds.
Beer cans empty and a bottle of wine broken around him,Tears roll down my cheek and so does the realisation of what I have made of him and what I have thinking all the time I hold myself responsible for his condition at the moment.

I bend down on my knees,facing my head up in the sky,I cry my heart out and regret what I see,What I have done to the man.

I touch his face and take his had in mine,the bruised hand,I recall Mrs.Clark telling me about it.
I bring it close to my lips and he moans with pain in his sleep.

I silently put it down and my hand move to his face,careesing him gently and his lips soflty form a curve,in his intoxicated sleepy state,he utters my name,startling me,his eyes shut and I place my head on his chest and sob due to my guilty consious.

Daniele,I shake him with both my hands cupping his face.

His red eyes with intoxication clear visible in his system,he wakes up and wipes sleep off his eyes several times and breaks down,he holds me,and whispers to me

"Dont let me go ever"
He mouthes it several times and I tell him I never would between my sobs.

He unclasps me and looks me in my eyes,I could feel how drunken he was at the moment and yet so sensibly talking.

He holds me closer to him like I would run away as he lets go off me.

His body shaking,tears in his eyes,"Ana,I am not a bad man,I am not a bad man!" He mouths.

I did not have much courage to look at him,so broken,I move my hand at his lips,and stop his shakimg lips,his hands are trembling,I could feel it as he was holding me.

I hug him hard and long enough that we melt into each others arms,no words just the serenity of the place that filled the air and my heart swelled up like it has found its broken piece.

I could wish and want nothing more,I have finally let go of myself,my wall and realised the true love,for the first time ever,I feel my life has a meaning afterall.

For hours we lay there,arms in arms,he never let go off me.

"Stay with me tonight,please"he asked of me so expectantly that I couldnt deny.

I smiled and took his hand in mine,getting up frm the grass and we move inside.

My heart aches to see this man,so craving for me,I convince him to lay on bed and I search for some medicine box around.

I bring along some bandages and bowl of water with soaked towel,I wipe him clean and kiss his forehead,then bandage his hand.

"How did you manage to bruised?"