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P.O.V Angelina
"Angelina! Oh, how I've missed you," Vera exclaimed as she stood at the front door. My eyes widened in disbelief as I took in her presence, a wave of emotions rushing through me.
It had been ages since our last encounter, yet there she stood, unchanged, with that familiar grin lighting up her face.
"It's been so long. First you were here then you weren't here, then I saw you in a magazine, and I was like 'oh my gosh I know that girl' it was so random." She exclaimed.
That's how they found me. From the magazine. Shit. I messed up, I really messed.
"But when Ivan told me you were coming back, I was like 'what!' Why would you run away and come back." She told a deep breath, "then Ivan told me when you came back you were 'acting up' and I was like that can't be true, that doesn't sound like her at all, then I was like, oh maybe it does kind of sound like her, that's not even the worst part, he even told me you stabbed him with a scissors, and I didn't believe him at first until I saw him today, and... and... wait." She paused, "you stabbed Ivan with a scissor, why would you stab Ivan?" She asked after her rambling.
It was normal for her to ramble, she was known for her tendency to talk endlessly, but her final question caught me off guard, I reflected, the unexpected turn in our conversation lingering in my thoughts.
Honestly I didn't know why'd I stabbed Ivan, I was angry and scared and I wasn't thinking. I didn't know why I did any of that stuff last night.
When I realized I was back, my mind had drifted to the scissors I had set aside to cut my hair. The idea of causing harm crossed my thoughts fleetingly, but I never imagined using it for real, or I wouldn't imagine he would put himself in harm's way to grab those scissors.
When I didn't respond she said, "Ok perhaps I said too much." She serious now, "you stabbed Ivan, why?"
I didn't know how to reply to that, so I just said, "I was scared."
Her gaze bore into mine, a veil of worry shrouding her expression. It was as if she sought to shield her emotions, concealing a tumult of thoughts beneath the surface. The tension between us hung heavy in the air, hinting at a deeper connection waiting to unfurl.
She made her way to the edge of the bed, settling into a seat beside me. "Why did you run away that night, Angelina? Please, be honest with me, I don't want you to lie." her words carried a weight of sincerity, a plea for truth in the midst of our tangled emotions. The air between us crackled with unspoken truths.
I couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth, I mean she knows why I am here and how I'm here, but I always denied having a relationship with Nicolas. And most importantly, I was afraid that if I told her that... maybe she'll go back and tell them, and I really didn't want to risk that. Not now.
Tears sting behind my eyes, and I really didn't want them to fall.
"Angelina." She said her voice soft, "you can tell me."
My thoughts must have been a whirlwind of 'what if's' and 'what will happen' at that precise moment. The intensity of her gaze; delicate yet laden with concern and confusion, because she was aware of the strong bonds I shared with Angelo and Ivan but not Nicolas.
"Nicolas and the guys didn't actually... like me. They just pretended with me to get what they wanted. And I fell for it. I fell for everything." A sob made its way up my throat but I swallowed it back down, "they all acted so well, but Nicolas... did the worst."
She turned to look at me, confusion covering her face.
"I fell for Nicolas, I know I told you I hated him, but I lied, I hadn't told anyone and he probably just mocked me with Angelo and Ivan." I laughed, "I knew I was stupid for falling for him, but he was... he was everything I wanted, when I was with him, I felt safe. And that night, oh my gosh, that night," I paused, "I was trying to look for them, I'd just woke up and no one was there, so I tried to look for them, but I found no one, I searched everywhere, his room, Angelo's room, Ivan's room, until I found a staircase. And of course I went down,
I really wish I hadn't," I told her, "I found a room, and everyone was there except Damien. They laughed at me, mocked me, called me names, and if anyone had told me that I would've cared, but it came from them, the people I least expected. Angelo hadn't said anything though, but it still hurt, really, really bad."
"I wanted to understand him and punch him at the same time, but instead I just walked away, and the worst part is, he didn't even tell me why. He just decided I wasn't good enough for him anymore."
By the time I was finish, I was crying, gasping for air in Vera embrace. I didn't even realize until now how close she had gotten to me.
Vera continued to embrace me, her touch soothing as she ran her fingers through my hair and back. Throughout the ordeal, she remained silent, allowing me the space to pour out my emotions.
Finally, my tears stopped, leaving my eyes dry, and my heartbeat slowed.
"He ruined me," the hushed, fractured murmur slipped from my lips moments before the world dissolved into shadows.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ammmm.... Thank You For Reading!🤍
