Honey and Scars

Trip

After what happened at the pool yesterday I've been very much avoiding Matteo. It was kind of him to say what he did, but those eyes of his... I saw the way he looked at me and it made me feel things I've never felt. I don't know what that look was, but it was lustful, and almost... Nevermind. It doesn't matter. Me and him don't need to talk. Dinner was awkward that night though. He would look at me, and I'd just roll my eyes. Mother could sense the tension because she kept making small talk, and asking us random questions. Since last night, we haven't talked, or looked at each other. Correction, I haven't looked at him.

I ran down the stairs and into the dining room.

"Hello darling. Petunia is bringing dinner up in just a moment." My mother said as she was sat at the table with a small smile across her face.

I nodded. "Alright." I replied and took a seat at my regular spot.

Father sat at one head, and mother sat at the other head of the table. I sat on the side of the table in one of the two seats, and Matteo usually sat across from me.

"How was your day?" My mother asked me, then looked at my father, and back at me.

"Oh, it was alright. Victoria came over, and then I just read the rest of the day." I told her, and I shuffled awkwardly in my seat.

"Oh, that's lovely. When Matteo gets here your father and I need to talk to you both."

My stomach dropped. What could she possibly have to say? Did she find out about that night he went into my room? Did she think we did something wrong? Before I had time to overthink anymore Petunia entered with dinner, and soon after her Matteo came in. He took his regular seat, and I did my best to avoid eye contact.

My father's voice broke the awkward silence. "Thank you Petunia." He said to our maid.

She nodded. "Of course, sir." She replied, and then took her leave.

"So, your mother and I have to go on a business trip. We'll only be gone for three days, but we've asked Matteo to look over the property and keep everything as it should. Petunia will cook for you as usual. We just ask that you don't leave the property unless Matteo goes with you." He said, directing his words to me more than to Matteo.

Thank God that's all they had to say. They often left on business trips, so this wasn't unusual, but it was different now with Matteo here. All alone with him and Petunia, and a few other helpers? Fuck me. This sucks.

"Alright. When do you leave?" I asked, looking at my mother.

"Early tomorrow morning. Like your father said we should be back in three days times." She repeated, and smiled softly.

"Mhm." I replied, and took a bite of the steak that was placed in front of me. I didn't exactly feel like eating, but if I didn't I'd arise suspicion.

"We've already talked to Matteo. He'll keep everything in check. Just go to him or petunia if you need anything." My mother said, and looked at Matteo. He nodded in response.

"Thank you. I will." I replied and took another bite of steak.

She smiled, and too began to eat.

It was around 6:00 the next morning when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I rolled over in my covers.

"Yes?" I asked and sat up a bit.

My mother walked in and stood at the doorway. "We're leaving now. You know where Matteo's room is if you need anything. We love you." She said quietly.

"Thanks ma. Have a good trip. Tell father I love him."

"Alright. Bye, love." She said, and closed my bedroom door.

I groaned, and rolled back over. It was much too early to be awake, although I'm sure our rooster Hank will wake me up with his crow soon enough.

I awoke a few hours later to the sun shining brightly through the windows, creating a rainbow across my white bed sheets. I sat up, and rubbed my eyes. I need a shower. I got up, and stretched before leaving and going down the hall to my bathroom. I closed and locked the door, quickly undressed without looking at myself and got into the shower. I tuned the faucet on cold, and shivered, gasping quietly as the ice cool water hit my skin. I stepped completely under the water and let it drench my hair. The cold was overwhelming, and indescribably calming. Cooling. Soothing.

When I finished my shower, I wrapped up in a towel hanging from the hook and wrung my hair out. I walked over to the mirror, and did my best to avoid looking at myself. I took my toothbrush and brushed my teeth, then I brushed my hair. I opened the door, and quickly ran back across the hall to my room. I closed the door, took some clothes out, got dressed and made my way downstairs for breakfast.

It was late, and Matteo was already doing work outside when I entered the dining room. I found some eggs, and toast and sausage on the table along with an assortment of fruit. I sat down snd scooped some fruit onto my plate. I took a few bites, then stopped. I hated eating. Partly because I hate the way my body looks. I'm not fat, in fact I'm quite lean. I have soft curves, and my stomach is flat, but I still hate allowing myself the luxury of feeling full. Maybe if I stop eating my mother will finally pay attention to me. Attention. That's not what I do this for, but it'd sure be nice.

I got up, and decided I needed to a distraction. Vicky. Yeah, I needed Vicky.

Sorry for this filler chapter! There's quite some drama here to come!!❤️🤭