The Unexpected Love

Ch8- Isabella

 I averted my eyes from Alessio, but it wasn't just from fear. He confused me, more now than ever after what happened last night. Flavio touched my shoulder slightly, I looked at him, he was frowning, I gave him a small smile before he could ask if I am okay. Am I? I don't know. I killed two men yesterday, with the help of the guy I hate and if that wasn't enough, I spent my night reading a book to him. I am not fine. Everything about last night was so bizarre. One moment I felt guilt for killing and the other I felt relieved. One moment I was annoyed at even the sight of Alessio and on the other I felt grateful that he was there. I think I was just lucky; he didn't seem as crazy or impulsive as his cousin.

I could feel his attention on me, uncomfortable under his scrutiny, I stood up and walked toward my room. I plopped down on my bed; I was exhausted yet almost afraid to sleep. I heard a knock and frowned. The door opened before I answered and Dad's head poked in. I was slightly surprised to see him, for some reason I expected Alessio to be here instead.

"You're okay right?" He said, entering the room. I smiled and nodded, I was far from okay, but he didn't need to know that. He perched on the bed, beside me.

"Already off to bed?" He asked.

"I am tired"

"What happened there?" He asked, frowning toward my feet. I only had a small bandage now, covering some cuts. It wasn't anything harsh, it didn't hurt.

"I slipped near the pool." I lied. I was glad he couldn't see the finger shaped bruises on my upper arm as it was hidden by my clothes.

His eyes softened, "Be careful peanut." I could tell he was almost relieved by my answer. Did he expect Alessio and Nevio to have done something. I nodded.

He turned serious again, "Those two didn't do anything, did they."

"No, they are fine," I could tell Dad disagreed, from the way he was tense around Amo, it could only mean he was mad at him for allowing those two to be here. Dad will ask Valerio to confirm anyway, I just hope Valerio doesn't mention our first dinner.

"Tell me if something happens okay, you don't have suffer the presence on those crazy fuckers."

I shook my head, "I am fine," Apparently their presence wasn't even the biggest of my concerns at the moment. He nodded, kissed my forehead and left after murmuring, "Good night,".

I went to bathroom, to change and freshen up. I curled up on my bed in the duvet, dozing off as exhaustion from these two days took over me.

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I twisted and turned in my bed, it was around midnight. I woke from my nightmare, few hours ago and couldn't sleep since, it was a different one this time, I saw faces to those two men at the club, my struggle to get out of their hold, then the gunshots which again resurfaced something buried in me. Giving up on my sleep, I decided to go to library. I hesitated slightly, remembering what happened there yesterday. It was one of strangest thing ever. I shook my head, grabbed my glasses and went towards the room.

When I was near the Library, I frowned seeing that lights spilled through that room. I considered going back to my room, but I continued. I stopped at the doorway when I saw Alessio standing in front of the shelf, the one from which I took the book last night. In his hand he had another one of my books.

"Are you just going to stare at me." I jumped at his voice. He looked over his shoulder with a slight smirk, barely there.

"You did it first, remember the morning in the kitchen." I said, trying to act calm in his presence. I didn't really expect him here, or maybe I did. He made me nervous regardless.