Honey and Scars

The window

I awoke to the sun shining brightly through my tapered curtains, and the sound of birds chirping their morning song. I quickly sat up and looked over to where Matteo had slept the night before. The spot was empty, and all that was there was the pillow and blanket I gave him folded up. I bit my bottom lip and sighed. Last night felt... different. I don't think things will ever be the same. I glanced over at the clock which read 8:15. He's probably out doing chores, and my parents are probably downstairs having their usual morning coffee and scones.

After a few minutes I decided I needed to get up and head downstairs before my parents came to check on me. I'm usually up by now. I made my bed, and then walked over to the window. I glanced out, my eyes gazing across the vineyard. There was Matteo with a shovel, digging the tool deep into the ground. He was shirtless and the hot sun blazed down on him highlighting all of his beautiful features. My god. What have I done? I backed away, going to my drawers. I pulled out some jean overalls, and a little yellow tank top. I made sure to grab a cardigan to wear over  to cover my scars. I quickly dressed, put my hair in two braids, and made my way down the stairs.

"Hello darling." My mother said as I entered the dining room. An almost pleasant smile was painted across her face as if nothing had happened.

"Good morning mother." I responded, trying my best to smile.

My father was reading the news paper and didn't bother looking up at me. He took a sip of his coffee, and set his cup back down loudly.

Whatever... ugh he's so insufferable.

"Good morning father." I said with an attitude in my voice that I didn't feel like hiding.

"Good morning Hannah." He responded not looking up from his paper.

He was usually like this when he fought with mother. He'd shut us both out for a few days, then try to make things better by taking us on a vacation, or buying some designer shit.

I took a bite of toast, then set it down. I wasn't hungry. I never am anymore these days. Eating is too hard.

The air was humid, and the tension in the air certainly didn't help the heat. We sat in a very awkward silence before I couldn't take it anymore and stood up.

"I'm going to go visit Victoria." I said as I pushed my chair in and quickly made my way out of the dining room and to the door. I slid some shoes on and left before I had time to hear what my mother began to yell across the room.

I dashed out, and across the vineyard. I tried my best to avoid Matteo, knowing it'd only be awkward and I certainly didn't need that right now. I ran across the dirt road that separated mine and Victorias houses. I knocked on the door, and was greeted by her beautiful smiling face.

"Hi love." She said as she opened up the door.

"Hey Vic." I smiled back. "How'd it go with Alex?" I questioned. I wasn't exactly wanting to know, but I needed something to take my mind off the events of last night.

Her eyes brightened and she smiled wildly. "Really, really good!" She said and grabbed my hand pulling me in and closing the door behind us.

I laughed a bit, smiling at her excitement. She dragged me into the living room, and pulled me onto the couch.

"Where do I even start?" She smiled, making herself comfortable.

I crossed my legs and smiled at her. "Well, just start from the beginning."

"Okay." She agreed and sighed. "Well, we met at the lake and went swimming. Right? I wore a really cute bikini, which uhm he most definitely liked." She began to tell me.