Honey and Scars

Gone.

Matteo's POV.

It's early in the morning when I wake. After yesterday I lost every ounce of self control. Images of Hannah ran through my mind all night, and the tossing and turning was too much to bear. If I spend anymore time with her I won't be able to keep myself from doing unspeakable things. I have to get away.

I packed up a few things, wrote a note that said I'd be leaving to get things from the city, taped it to her parent's bedroom door, and left. I wasn't going to tell Hannah where I went. If I saw her I wouldn't be able to resist myself, and I made a promise to wait till she's eighteen, and one thing about me is I don't ever break promises. I'm an honest man. What can I say?

Only five days left till she's eighteen, so five days I'll stay gone on my 'work trip'. I know Hannah's going to be worried and concerned, and most definitely angry, but I like it best that way. It turns me on when she's upset. That's wrong of me, I know. But what did I say? I've got very little self control.

I've never been violent toward her, and I never will. I hope she doesn't mistake yesterday for any form of abuse, because that was most definitely not what it was. Power however, yes. I showed her who she belongs to, and that her attitude will always be punished.

So, here I am. Driving down the back roads of Italy at seven am, escaping my soul mate. I can't keep myself away from her. I'm intoxicated, utterly and irreparably obsessed. I'm a ravenous, malicious, and extremely immoral hornet, and she's my sweet little honeybee. So pure, so innocent. Little does she know the ways I plan to completely obliterate her innocence, and tear her apart piece by piece.

Hannah's POV

Matteo didn't appear at breakfast which left me annoyed and confused. Mother and father said he left on another business trip, but I thought he would have told me. I guess I was sorely wrong.

After the whole red panty argument, the sexual tension only became more apparent, and when I saw him at dinner that night he was looking at me as if I was the roast chicken on the table. It was scary if I'm being completely honest. The past couple weeks surprised me. He was so sweet when I needed him to be, but the longer we've known each other the stronger he becomes. I can't say I hate it. In fact, a part of me really enjoys it.

My parents told me to meet them for tea later, so I had a few spare hours to spend reading.

I sat by a large oak, the creek swishing in the background creating a serene feeling. The sun dipped low over the vineyard casting long shadows that whispered secrets in the warm autumn air. I tried so hard to focus on my reading, but thoughts of the last few weeks rushed throughout my mind, occupying every last agonizing forethought.

I set my book down on the grass and sighed. As irritating as it is to think about Matteo all the time, and have every waking thought occupied him, I still don't know what I'd do if I didn't think about him. Ever since I met him everything became so natural, and we got close extremely fast. It's been only a mere four months, but Matteo and I act as if we've known each other for years, which isn't exactly wrong considering the fact our relationship is so very eternal and atemporal. I can't imagine what life would be like without Matteo, and I don't want to. He's my lover, my reason, my breath, my everything. It may sound extreme, especially considering the short time we've had together, but I know what we have isn't artificial, and this certainly isn't the first life we've walked together. Our love is only a quiver in this never ending universe, but he and I? He and I are eternal.

When I entered the drawing room, my parents immediately looked at me, simultaneously setting their drinks down.

"Hi darling." My mother said, offering a smile that felt all too ominous. They had bad news.

My father had a look on his face that told me even he was sorry.

What the hell did they do?

"I'm not here for tea and family bonding am I?" I questioned, my voice coming out much more accusing than I'd of liked.

"Dear." My mother began, gesturing to the chair next to her.

I took a seat already worried for what she had to say.

"Yes?" I pressed, eager to hear what awful news my parents were sure to deliver.

"Honey. We're very sorry but your father and I have to go out of town on your birthday. We leave mid afternoon, so we can have brunch together, but we'll be gone for a few days. I know how much your eighteenth means, and we truly do hate to miss it." Replied my mother, her voice apologetic and pitiful.

I'm ever so sorry to admit that her news didn't make me the least bit disappointed, quite the opposite actually. Maybe then, I'll have time to myself, time to think without constantly hearing comments about school, or feeling the need to change. And time for Matteo and I to be unapologetically ourselves.

My father just nodded his head and sipped his rum, agreeing with what my mother said.

"We're very sorry dear, but we'll be sure to bring back tons of gifts." My father reassured, which only made me cringe.

I don't want gifts, I want loving parents who accept me for who I am. But who am I to complain? I've got it good. Right?

I sighed, and put on my best act of sorrow.

"That's alright. I understand. At least we can have brunch together." I smiled at both of my parents, affirming their probable thoughts of my liking to their decisions.

They both looked at eachother and smiled, then directed their gaze back towards me.

"We're so glad you're not upset." My mother aired, her spirits obviously much higher.

"Oh, and about Matteo." My father said, taking another large gulp of the alcohol before setting it back down. "Please don't be worried by our interview the other morning. I'm sure you two can handle yourself well enough. And besides, Matteo is a responsible young man." My father finished, clapping his hands with a satisfactory smile.

My mother nodded, a broadcasted smile across her acute features. "Yes, and... Please do keep in mind he's a farm hand... so IF." My mother added, accentuating the word if, before continuing her speech. "If your relationship turns into something more romantic just remind yourself what the public would say." She asserted, making sure I knew that she was not very approving of my relationship with our help.

I wonder what caused such a sudden change of heart, and if I'm being honest, I don't reckon I'd like to know.

"Well, uh thanks." I uttered. I wasn't sure what they wanted me to say. "I'll keep that in mind." I assured, looking around the room rather awkwardly.

"Wonderful." My mother rejoiced, her voice light and airy.

"Mhm. Can I be excused now?" I asked, the awkwardness being all too much to bare.

"Oh, yes. Thank you for chatting dear." My father said, offering a half ass smile.

"Yup." I said standing up and turning on my heel.

"See you at dinner darling." My mother called out as I exited the sterile room.

"Okay!" I shouted back, letting out a long sigh as I left.

I'm unsure if whether their almost approval was a good thing or not. It makes me wonder what Matteo said to them, if he said anything at all. All I know is their words didn't come from their pure heart and love. They said what they did for a reason, and I was yet to find out.