It had been 3 weeks since I've been here.
A lot ? Yea I know.
I've maintained my quietness and kept my distance but my faith In Michael saving me was slim to none.
I couldn't access him on my Apple Watch because it was dead and nobody else around here had seemed to own one so a charger wasn't possible.
Ace was somewhere on another business trip, or at least that's what Carmen calls them.
Trust me, I've tried escaping while he was gone but there are guards at every door right along with cameras.
He's supposed to back today so A big dinner is to be made. I've painted at least 20 pieces in the past week and each one, Ace hangs up in a room that he calls , "My exhibit"
He's still doing this gestures to get me to talk but I don't bother with talking. I just let him do what he does for me.
I still hate him and I will never forget about the pain he caused Dantè. I wonder what drove him to killing his brothers mother and forcing him to do all that he did though.
Knowing that scares me away from him more and more. He's like this big bad guy that does all this fucked up shit but acts completely different in this environment.
Every day I wonder what Michael is doing, if he misses me like I miss him. If his heart aches for me like mine does. Most importantly I hope he's okay.
I remember what he told me would happen if I ever disappeared and now that I am gone I pray that he's hanging on for me.
I am currently finishing up my last chapter of a random book i chose to read. The days are getting repetitive, I'm so bored of living the same days, some days i don't even open my mouth to speak. Thats partly my fault because I'm so stubborn where i refuse to speak to Ace knowing everything must go through him.
i need to watch criminal minds by tonight or ill lose my mind.
"Ace will be home in an hour, he asks that you wear something nice for him, hes given you a few pieces to choose from." Carmen told me.
Each option i hated but the cream colored silk dress was the one i hated the least, it was long and had a split at the thigh and my chest was exposed a little. I actually loved the dress. just hated that he liked me in this color.
Nonetheless I got In the shower and put on the dress and afterwards my hair was curled by Carmen, she did everything, I wouldn't be surprised if she knew how to do nails.
I put on the jewelry and after 2 hours had passed I began to get worried.
Ace wasn't here and everyone had been acting weirdly, as I did my daily lap around the house I grew tired and fell asleep upon the couch, he was taking too long and I was tired.
...
I woke to the sound of loud groans and a lot of moving, I followed the noises tiredly only to be met with a bloody faced Ace in the bathroom.
His cheek was just spilling out with blood. I just stood there because I didn't know if I should feel bad or just let him bleed.
We locked eyes and I turned away making my way back to my room.
He got all this money, im sure there's a nurse he has on speed dial. There's no way I'm helping him.
Although I did wonder what happened, I didn't care enough to go ask, I just took the dress off and laid in the bed.
Right as I was about to close my eyes, Carmen came in and I hoped she'd figure I was sleep.
"Ace needs you." She said worriedly and i sighed.
"He should be fine, it's nothing but a face cut." I replied stubbornly.
"That cut goes from his face to his chest and it's deep, he needs you mija." She stated, the worry in my voice made me wonder what connection she had to him.
"He's my only grandson I have left, help him please. I know what he did is...just not right but please." She begged and I sat up.
Grandson ? These two are related?
No way, Carmen is like this old nice little lady with curly hair, her having a grandson at the likes of him is...insane. I knew I'd have to help him, only for her though. She has helped me a lot here, she is trying her hardest to make me comfortable.
"Tell him to come in here. I'll need a stitching kit and lots of bandages." I sighed.
I put my hair in a claw clip and got up out of bed, putting on a robe he had gotten for me.
Carmen looked at me teary eyed, "Thank you mija." She said and I nodded my head with small fake smile.
Curse my good heart, I wish I was evil like Ace then maybe I would've stayed sleep. I just had to feel a little empathetic.
A few minutes later after she left Ace came in and I grabbed his hand taking him to our bathroom.
I unbuttoned his shirt angrily and he watched as I did, the cut was very deep, I wondered where it had come from and what insane weapon was used.
I grabbed a towel rinsing off the wound on his cheek and then his chest.
His whole body was cold, was there any warmth to this man ?
I poured alcohol over everything then I grabbed the stitching kit and began to stitch up everything. His groans grew louder and louder with each stitch but I didn't care. He deserved this.
As I was finishing up he grabbed my hand and I looked up at him, his eyes stared into mine like I belonged to him.
"Why didn't you help me at first?" He asked.
"Do you deserve to be helped?" I asked in return and he knew he didn't so starting a problem from nothing wasn't worth it.
"I'm not as bad as you think I am, I have my reasons for everything." He explained and I looked at him confused.
"What could possibly make you do that to your brother?" I asked.
"I was in some deep shit, shit that you wouldn't even want to know and because of it my brother got involved and shit got hectic. My team didn't touch his mother. I loved that lady like she was my own." He expressed.
His eyes softened as he spoke, I could hear some truth in his words but then again, people can lie so hard.
"That explains nothing so when you are ready to talk to me, you let me know. Until then I'll remain silent." I told him walking back into the room.
I could hear the shower start and him getting in. Afterwards he came in and laid next to me.
" Your Silence is killing me. I am ready Solàna."
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Authors Note
I do NOT expect any of you to feel bad for this man next chapter but Sos is human, so this is HER Choice to do whatever after hearing about this man's past.
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