His Possession

Chapter 60

Chapter sixty: Just like that ¡

Rain Moretti

"Sorella. Were you going somewhere?" Roman asked as he stood next me while we watched the gates close.

"Not anymore."

"Did you need something?" Donatello trailed off with concern.

I exhaled. "Not really. I just felt suffocated. You know.... with all those people and stuff."

"Your brothers can be like that sometimes." Roman spoke absent mindedly. "All the time actually. " He added on under his breath.

I decided to ignore him and head inside as his brother glared at him.

"If you guys are heading out, please make sure to bring me McDonald's nuggets. Thank you." With that I shut the door behind me.

I trudged up the stairs and went to my painting room, seeking comfort in the familiar scent of paint and turpentine.

As I closed the door behind me, I breathed in deeply, letting the calm wash over me. My gaze wandered to the half finished canvas on the easel. I had even forgotten what I was painting that day.

I picked up the brush and dipped it into the swirl of blood red paint. For some weird reason painting has always been my escape from reality. I don't even when I had started painting or where the love for it came from since no one in my family was interested in Art.

As I lost myself in the painting, my mind kept drifting back to Evander's words: "We're not as bad as you may think." And yet everything about them seemed to be disruptive.

The colors on the canvas seemed to take a life of their own, as the darker shades seemed to over power the brighter hues. It seemed to have transformed into a reflection of my inner turmoil.

A knock on the door broke me out of my trance.

"Rain?" Angelo's voice called out questioningly.

I hesitated, my brush positioned mid air. Angelo decided to let himself in without me saying anything. His eyes scanned the room and the canvas briefly before finally settling on me.

"You are painting again."

I nodded, as I set the brush down, wiping my hands on the rag. I sat and took the sight of my husband in, he carried a tray full of several assorted foods, including fruits and homemade nuggets.

A grin appeared on my face before I could even think of stopping it. "You were in the kitchen? For me?" I squealed excitedly.

Angelo said nothing, nor did his face give anything away and he remained nonchalant while he sat the tray down and motioned for me to eat.

As I I sat down to eat, he approached the easel and studied the painting.

"Isn't it strange?" I said out of nowhere.

"What is?"

"How we all are just so similar. No actually, we all look the same. It gives me goosebumps." I said shrugging as I felt cold.