Love Isn't Real- A mafia romance<3

VIII 》W E A K

I break down into tears, he knows. he knows everything. Im weak. He thinks im weak.

"We need to talk, please. I love you too much for this pl-" I look up at him, my eyes puffy and red.

"Stop lying to me" I sniff,

"Im not lying, just please-" He takes a breath.

"Who hurt you?"

"I can't tell you!" I shout.

"Hey... shhh. " He pulls me into his arms, im layed in his lap while he strokes my hair out of my face.

"You know even though we met only a few days ago Ill still be here for you, right?" He asks, real concern showering over his usual stern face.

The man who I thought couldn't feel anything feels sad - well, at least I think.
I cry, sobbing with woe.
He mutters curses in italian, his now once saddened face, now overflowing with rage, wrath covering his face, he clenches his jaw as I cry in his lap.

"I need to know who hurt you." he hisses through his teeth, so low, he is practically growling.

"No. No you dont, Valentino.."

"Why. I could make him feel the way you do- did."

"No one should feel that way." I weep.

He nods and heads out of the door.

I wipe my eyes and get out of bed, as I head for the shower, I see my reflection in the mirror.

I deserve everything. I completely and utterly deserve it.

"No one will ever love you" my father shouted at me, and now I think about it, he was right. He's always been right. I frown at my body, I look at the scar he gave me on my inner arm.

A slice straight down my forearm to my wrist. He told me that what happens if I ever do something without his permission - all because I went to school and my science teacher gave me a boy for my partner. I liked this boy, though. I loved him. Even though he was mean, he was so handsome, what I would have done to kiss him - well, we did. It was my first kiss, I was too young - I was like 10.

His name was Stefano, and his sister Stephanie was mean. I didn't like it - the kiss and Steph.

Stephanie disappeared a few years after.

We didn't know what had happened.

Stefano always told me she hung out with this guy, but he never said who.

I sigh and turn on the shower. I'll never forget those words from my father. Ever.

The truth hurts.

I can't even move my ring to take it off, so I just begin to get undressed. I'll have to shower with it on.

I hope it doesn't turn green or anything.

I hold my hand out and check the water temperature. Before getting in, I grab my soaps.

I allow the streamline to run down my face, calming my nerves.

After my shower, I step out, the cold air sending a rush of adrenaline through my nerves, goosebumps growing on me - like a virus.

I head outside the bathroom with my towel on, my hair dripping on the floor, but guess who I see?

Valen-fucking-tino.

As he sees me, he blushes a little. It looks foreign to see a bit of hopeless romance on his face.
He forces out a small smile.

"Feeling better?" He asks.

I nod because, fortunately, I actually do. Theres no depressing thoughts clouding my mind.

"Can you... turn around?"  I ask, but a thought at the back of my head tells me not to tell him.

He nods and leaves.

I sigh.