Drowning Deep Into Love

S E B A S T I A N

"She was the sunrise, and I was the twilight, and in the space between day and night, we found love..."

Seven Years Ago

September 10, 2014

Death's Diary                                                        Page no. 298

It's been a month since Samantha stepped into this house, or more precisely, into my life, injecting a much-needed dose of life into these walls and in me. At first, she cloistered herself in her room as if she were a recluse, avoiding any and all human interaction, especially with me.

But oh my god! Is she a cinephile!? She watches every single film that hits the big screen. Not that I'm complaining! Seeing her burst into laughter has become a regular occurrence, and it happens more often than not, right in front of me! And I love every bit of it.

She had this ridiculous demand of having all her meals in her room, and let me tell you, it was starting to grate on my nerves. I mean, locking herself away like that couldn't possibly be good for her health! So, I took matters into my own hands.

'Knock, knock!' No response.

'Knock, knock!' Still no answer.

Honestly, I wasn't surprised. She was stubborn, but guess what? So was I! I swung open the door to find her engrossed in a video game, with her headphones on.

Without a second thought, I turned off the TV and stood before her, and boy, was she furious!? She made a beeline for the TV to switch it back on, but before she could even reach it, I scooped her up on my shoulder and carried her out of that room, marching downstairs.

She protested vehemently, yelling at me to put her down. "You may be some fucking mafia boss in the eyes of the world, but I'm Samantha Lewis, and I ain't bloody afraid of you! So put me down, or you'll regret it!"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her fiery spirit. "Oh, keep telling yourself that."

I settled her in the dining chair and signaled for the servants to start serving the food. Of course, she put up a fuss, insisting she didn't want to dine with me. But I wasn't having any of it. placed a piece of chicken steak in her mouth as she was protesting to shut her up.

"Now, listen. As long as you're under this roof, there are a few house rules you'll need to follow," I said, calmly putting the fork back onto her plate. The look on her face screamed fury as she chewed on the food, but she then picked up the fork and knife from the dining table, resuming her meal as if she couldn't care less.

I couldn't help but admire her defiance but I also appreciated that she was finally eating, perhaps out of hunger or maybe she simply enjoyed the taste.

Ignoring her indifferent facade, I continued listing the rules. "Rule number one: No meals in your room. You'll dine here. Two: You'll start your day early. We have a gym and practice area, so you'll begin working out from tomorrow. And three: Enough with those stupid movies."

She carried on as if she hadn't paid any heed to these rules. "Thank you for the meal, Mr. DeLaurentiis," she uttered once she'd finished her food, and then made her way upstairs.

This girl, I swear! Ugh...

But the very next day, when I stepped into the gym, there she was, doing leg presses. Alright, I won't jump to conclusions and say she was doing it out of fear or obedience, because she definitely wasn't. Perhaps boredom lured her into the gym, I suppose.