DD's // SAUDADE

- EIGHTEEN -

When Domenico woke up, he was tied to a chair. He looked around, quickly finding out he was in an abandoned house. He started struggling, but it didn't help him at all; the ropes were tied around him too tight for him to even move too much. They would leave bruises and marks for sure.

The house was covered with plants and various insects, and there were a bunch of headlights lying around on the wooden floor. Domenico continued struggling, even if it was furtiveness. In front of him, the wooden door creaked as it opened fully; a young boy stepped inside; a toothpick was hanging from his lips. He grinned wide when he faced Domenico; the boy turned behind and looked at another young man. He pointed at Domenico with his toothpick and a chuckle; a smirk was playing off his lips.

Domenico focused on the boy. His face had countless small and big scars, and his eyes were coloured differently. The one was green while the other was light blue. Domenico then looked at his arms; his right arm was covered in tattoos. His black Adidas shoes were pretty dirty. It was like he was burying a corpse in the middle of a forest before he arrived here. The other boy threw against his chest a dark jacket; he grabbed it and wore it in seconds.

"Wakey, wakey, Domenico!"

He laughed loudly; the Italian just licked his teeth and growled. The boy took some steps closer to him; his hands were buried in the pockets of his jacket. Now that he was closer to him and the light was covering him, Domenico could see dark blood spots on it. Domenico gulped and lifted his head brave.

"Who are you."

"Name's Alexander, arsehole."

Domenico puffed, hearing the familiar name; he had screwed up. He was in a bar a couple hours ago talking with Monica about his ex-boyfriend. Now he is tied down in the middle of nowhere with the same ex in front of him.

"You messed up with the wrong chick, bastard."

Domenico hated his heavy British accent; it was worse than Damon's. He couldn't stand it for real; he wished he could rip off his ears already.

"And who's that chick, Alex?"

"My girlfriend, idiot!"

"Your who?"

Domenico questioned, raising his eyebrow; Alex growled, showing his pearly white teeth. His hands were out now, and his fingers were curled into fists.

"Are you playing with my nerves, mate!? I mean Monica!"

"Well, when I met Monica, she told me she had an EXboyfriend named Alex! She's currently single as far as I know."

Alex pushed his fingers through his brownish tufts and grabbed on some of them, pulling them with much strength. He screamed in anger before turning back to his friend, who was standing at the room entrance with crossed arms. Domenico saw some stairs by the corner of his eye; he knew they were in the house's living room.

"Can you believe him, Michael!? What a clown!"

"I know, Alex."

The guy that was apparently named Michael spoke with a heavy voice. He looked older than his friend, and Domenico hoped he was more mature, too. His style was similar to Alex's. Michael's fingernails were have destroyed and painted black. The colour had fainted on some of them. A bunch of metallic rings were decorating his long thin fingers, and his long hair was hiding many piercings that were all over his ears. Domenico could see a skull earring and an industrial piercing clearly.

He stepped beside Alex and rubbed his eyes before sighing. There was black eye pencil under them and a star tattoo on his neck. He still looked less threatening than Alex.