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"Mom please don't go." I yell.
"Ma chérie, I'm seeing a play. I'll be back in the morning. Now be good to your brothers while I'm gone." She kneels down and pets my hair down.
"But you said you would play dolls with me." I huff and press my arms against my chest so tightly. My heart feels twined up with rope and I want to cry in frustration and desperation.
"Elise, I will be back." She kisses my cheek. "Go ask Tyson to play with you. I'm sure he will." She kisses my cheek.
I let my anger get the best of me and stomp away. "Tyson!" I yell throughout the house.
I let a huge breath out and wake up. I hate having dreams of my mom.
My chest feels so tight. I can barely breathe but my lungs feel the need to suck in as much air as they possibly can. The side affect leaves me wheezing and clutching the bed sheets.
"Elise, Elise it's just a dream." I hear Alessandro right next to my ear.
It's the first time I've noticed he was with me.
I'm so used to waking up alone and having these panic attack flashbacks, I sort of dissociate towards the end. I let my body run its long and exhausting course of breathing heavy and my heart racing a million miles per second. I let my mind run rampant and tears flow down my face until I'm drenched.
I'm just so used to it.
I usually get dreams about the accident. Never childhood memories, so when I do, It's always worst than normal.
My mind won't let me disassociate and I have to ramble my way through the what ifs.
I wish I wasn't such a brat that day.
I wish I appreciated my mom more.
I hope she sees how much I miss her.
I feel a tug on my waist and turn to see through blurry eyes Alessandro sitting up. His back touches the headboard but he leans over with the most concerned expression I've ever seen in on face. Somewhere in the midst of my panic he managed to turn a side lamp on and stack pillows around us.
"Come here." He picks me up with minimal effort and pulls my shaking body onto his lap. He tucks my head into his shoulder and I just let the tears hit me with full force.
They're not little tears, it's a constant stream of sobbing at this point and I can't stop.
He pets my hair the way my mom did and I pull him closer. He doesn't smell like her, or feel like her, but I can't help but to feel comforted like I'm with her.
"I miss her so much." I let out a cry. "It's all my fault. All of it. I wish-" I choke out.
"Elise, what are you saying. It was a nightmare right." He pulls back to look at my face.
I tuck my face further and shake my head.
"I caused it to happen. I am the reason she died." I hiccup out.
"Who died," He pets my hair and forces me to look at him. "principessa what are you saying?" He whispers.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." I realize where I am and what I'm doing.
"Don't apologize." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Just a nightmare." I wave off. Even though the nightmare was a reality at one point. "I'm sorry." I press against his chest to lift my body off his lap.
"Do you want to talk about it." He allows me to back away.
"Not really," My voice cracks and I bury my head into my hands.
His hand stays on my lap and I melt against his chest. I stay pressed against his body and feel my eyes drift back to the heavy sleep I was in just a moment ago.
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Feeling movement I shift my body and flip over.
"Elise, wake up." I hear Alessandro say sharply.
I hum out a no and turn my body towards a pillow.
"I need you today. Come on." He pulls the cover off, leaving me cold and exposed.
"You bitch." I grip the covers back. "I'm not getting up."
"Too bad, you have to. I'm not going to be late because you wanted to sleep in till the afternoon." He lifts up my body as if I weigh nothing.
"You are fucking crazy. I never agreed to help you with anything."
"You don't have to. You're whole reason for being here and alive is so that you're at my use." He holds my chin up like a doll.
"You're such a douche." I push his face with my hand.
"Go get ready." He sets me down and returns to his closet. "Fast Elise. I'm not waiting more than eight minutes."
I huff and head towards the bathroom with loud feet slapping against the marble flooring. Yes, I like to throw my temper tantrums. I'm cold, tired, and annoyed, the fact that Alessandro is standing with no injuries is a true miracle.
I pull my hair back and wash my face. I brush my teeth, braid my hair, and curl my lashes. I apply a small amount of blush and coat my lashes and that's about enough energy I can muster.
Slamming the closet door open I catch Alessandro off guard.
"Get out. I need to change." I push past him. He leaves and I grab a black body suit and some casual but flattering denim jeans. I slip on a pair of black boots and layer some gold chain.
"You're so bossy today." Alessandro texts on his phone as I step out. He looks up and smirks. "At least you clean up nice."
"Clean up nice? Okay grandpa." I sigh. "We're getting food before wherever we are going." I state.
"Eat in the car, we're going to be late." He glances down at his expensive watch. It fits him perfectly and the gold glows against his tan skin.
"So what are we doing today?" I follow him. His long legs make a walk feel like a million steps per second.
"Business," He reads at some message on his phone.
"descriptive." I sigh.
We make our way to the garage and Alessandro makes a beeline to a shiny black Ashton Martin.
"Thank you Oliver." Alessandro momentarily glances up from his phone and hands me what looks to be a wrapped sandwich and a bottle of juice.
Oliver nods and then scurries away.
Alessandro opens my door but stays focused on his phone. Whatever business this is, he seems to be very intense about it.
I enter and he closes the door and then rounds the car to his side. He starts the insanely clean car and connects his phone. The display shows a million different conversations but he rolls his eyes and scrolls over to music.
"Are you sure I can eat- in here?" I look down at my lap, where I put the sandwich and juice.
"Just don't spill or make a mess. I know you can act like a toddler but you're a big girl right?" He tilts his head, clearly mocking me.
"Shut the fuck up. Now I'm going to make a mess." I begin to unwrap my sandwich.
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