I've been avoiding Alessandro for about a week now, I just don't know how I feel about him anymore.
I thought I was warming up to him but that bomb he dropped on me about the woman he hurt really didn't sit well with me.
How could you be so heartless? He deserves to be in the situation he's in kind of. I mean no one deserves to die but karma doesn't play fair.
I don't know how I got tangled up into this mess. I'm so confused, do I give him a chance? See where this will go or do I keep avoiding him?
"Why me?" I groan nuzzling my face in my pillow. I spend most of my time in here, the only place I know Alessandro will never come. Or rather the only place I feel safe from running into him.
If this is what it feels like to be a caged animal then I don't ever want to visit a zoo again. This is horrible and awfully boring.
What makes it worse is that I know he's waiting for me in the music hall but I can't bring myself to do it. I can't be around him.
Though this doesn't stop him from reaching out to me, leaving notes in my room. His latest one is wrapped in a lilac envelope.
Reaching over to my bedside table I tear it open.
Dear Princess,
Please don't ignore me. This is far worse than any curse ever put on me. I know we barely know each other but I can't stand the thought of being without you. I can't take this anymore, I feel as if I'm suffocating and you're the only source of oxygen I need. I need you baby don't hide from me anymore. I am coming to get you and we're going somewhere special, don't be difficult. Get dressed and I'll be there before you know it.
P.S. Nothing too revealing, my poor heart can't take your beauty.
I toss his letter to the floor. He's about as corny as a guy could possibly get. Do I really believe he's telling the truth right now? Not really.
Will I give him a chance? I have to, I said I would and my word is good so I have to. Right? Even if I don't like him.
Screw that.
A light knock sounds on my door right in the middle of me putting on my shoe. I take my time answering , glancing in my mirror before opening it.
"Hello." I whisper looking at the ground.
"Tatiana." He breathes embracing me in a hug.
"I thought you would never talk to me again."
"I figured I couldn't be as cruel as you are so here I am." I bite.
His arms drop to his sides as he backs away from me frowning, "Watch how you speak to me."
"Don't tell me what to do." I shoot back.
He slams my back against the wall pressing his body against me pinning my arms to my side. I squirm uncomfortably,"Get.Off."
"Stop moving."
"No! Get off of me!" I scream.
I throw my head forward trying to hit him but lifts me up along the wall forcing me to wrap my legs around him. My arms are pinned above my head but now even if I wanted to run I can't. I can't get free.
I have had enough of being here. I want to leave and never come back. He's a self centered asshole who uses women.
I don't like feeling trapped, I wish this nightmare would end already.
Yanking my arms and yelling curse words at him he calmly kisses my cheek, my neck and my shoulder repeatedly not saying anything just listening to me.
Patiently waiting for me to calm down again.
"Are you relaxed now?" He asks between kisses finally letting me back down.
I nod rubbing my wrist that are aching from his death grip. His frown deepens as he picks my hands up kissing them until the throbbing subsides.
"Your temper is almost as bad as mine." He comments tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"That can't happen again. Do you understand?"
I nod.
"Stop that." He rubs the back of his warm hand on my face brushing my tears away. "Don't cry."
"I'm sorry." I sniffle. "I- I just keep thinking about that girl. I don't want to get close to you only to find out you've been using me this whole time." My sniffles turns into a quiet sob.
He holds me against his chest a soft purr vibrates against my ear, "I swear to you. I will never ever hurt you princess."
"You can't guarantee that."
"True, I can't. You're just going to have to trust me."
I nod closing my eyes just breathing him in. He smells really clean, a crisp soapy smell nothing like what I imagined.
"I think we should hang out in my room."
His suggestion catches me off guard however before I can protest he lifts me in his arms cradling me close.
"I was going to do something else... I feel this would fit much better for our situation."
Walking down stairs with lanterns burning lighting the way my jaw hits the floor at his room.
It's ridiculously huge, I thought my room was too big. This is like it's own world. There are long velvet drapes covering the windows. A rose glowing as bright as his eyes sits in a mason jar on his dresser.
His king sized bed seems miniscule in comparison to the space of the room. There's a kitchen off down a hallway and a master bathroom down the other. His room is very 1600's like. Everything is tall, and dark and lit by candle or lantern.
He lays across the bed taking his hair out of the neat bun letting his hair flow over his shoulders. "Come." He commands gently patting the comforter.
"What's this?" I ask holding up the jar with the rose.
He runs his hand through his hair sighing,"My timer. It started when I met you. Every week a petal falls off and that's how close I am to dying."
My eyes widen at this. That's crazy, having to watch your life be counted down right before your eyes.
Placing it back down I hop on the bed with him. He holds me close, we face each other not saying anything just watching.
I can't resist it, his hair is so beautiful and looks so soft. I reach a hand up stroking it. It's like touching the down of an animal,so soft.
He drifts off to sleep. "I won't hurt you. I want you too much to do that." He mumbles holding me tighter.
"I know."
