The Unexpected Love

Ch6- Isabella

 I got up from bed, it was still quite early, I did not catch any sleep last night, couldn't focus on my books either. My conversation with Alessio kept returning back to me. I said it, finally said it, I don't even know why. It's not like it matters, or maybe it does. It's been more than a year, I want more from my life, and I have to do something about it. A part of me loved that I had that talk with him, as if we needed it, another part wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face. I think they are the same part to be honest.

"Then hate me all you want, just don't fear me, glasses. You don't have reason to. Well, at least never again."

Really, what even is this, I hate him, them. But is that all, I do fear them, and let's be real, I have all the reason to. Alessio said they wouldn't do anything, but from what I gathered he wasn't the one that would've done anything that day either. But I can't spend my life like this. They are here, and I need to get a grip on myself. I won't give them a satisfaction of having power above me, I can't. God, how much do I wish I could.

You know what, I can definitely do it. I mean I screamed at him last night, how hard can it be just you know, to let it go. Maybe he was right, maybe I can't forget that, maybe I don't have to. Maybe I can get past this. Maybe.

I walked towards the kitchen, I don't think anyone would be up this early, I would just make myself something. I didn't eat much last night nor the day before. I entered the kitchen and started making some coffee. I grabbed an apple and sat down on the on stool in front of the counter. I propped my chin on the hand that rested on the counter and regarded the apple that was in the other. Still lost in thought for long.

"Tell me when that apple combusts with your staring." I jerked upright when this voice tore me away. Alessio was leaning against the entry of the kitchen. I tensed and he seemed to have to noticed that, "I didn't mean to startle you."

"I don't know, staring at someone without making a sound doesn't really look like the best way to not startle someone." I said, annoyed. I don't even know why; his mere presence annoys the hell out of me. I straightened, not wanting to appear relaxed with him.

"Well, you don't see a woman in a staring contest with an apple at six in the morning every day." He said and walked towards the cabinet in the right, "Coffee?"

I hesitated but gave a nod. He grabbed two mugs out of the cabinet and poured us coffee. He perched on the chair on other side of the counter away from me. Thankfully he didn't try to talk, focused on his phone. I went to take the milk from the counter that I put out when I got here. I wanted to go but I didn't want to seem like I was running away, I wouldn't appear that weak. And our last conversation, even if I hate to admit it, he kinda made sense. I took a deep breath over my coffee. I wished to drink it quickly and leave but my stomach growled reminding me of my hunger. Alessio looked up and I could feel my cheeks heating.

"I could make something to eat." He said, surprising me.

"You can cook?"

"Yeah well, it's not that hard."

I frowned then cocked an eyebrow, "I not sure I can trust you handling my food yet."

"You trusted me with that coffee." He stood up, put his mug on the counter and started looking for something in the cabinets, ingredients, I guess.

"I was right there; I would know if you did something."

He looked over his shoulder with a smirk, "Trust me, you wouldn't." He took out flour and few other things, then moved towards the fridge. "But as I said yesterday, I wouldn't do anything. No one from Camorra will." He took out few eggs from the fridge and put them on the counter. "I am making breakfast for myself anyways. You want to have it or not." His voice as always seemed as if the entire world was just boring but it held a note of challenge, that I will accept.