Their little rascal

Diciotto: Ellie

~Un mondo che non ho mai visto prima
~A world I've never seen before

♧~E.L.LI.E~♧
(Listen to the song above)

Romeo opened the door for me, helping me inside the car. This time, instead of Elio sitting at the back with me, it was him. He followed right after, grabbing my hand and intertwining them together and I couldn't help but blush.

Marco hopped in the driver sit, looks like he was the designated driver when we used one car. It was cute, how he seemed more in control. But I won't lie, I prefer Romeos' driving, he didn't speed off like he had death to chase. As for Elio, I still needed to see or experience driving with him.

As everyone settled in, I felt the panic inside of me coming to surface. I was scare- no, I was nervous, anxious and curious. It made me agitated and kept me thinking of the worse case scenarios.

Although what we discussed about an hour ago triggered my interest. I didn't and couldn't understand it properly yet, but some of it made sense. It was too much for me to consume it all under just thirty minutes, and I don't know if I'd be able to keep up with them. Their life seemed so interesting but also so very complicating.

Looking out the window, we drove out of the gates of the place I've come to take as home. I knew there was no guarantee they wanted me yet...but I just couldn't help but get attached to this place.

Romeo kept drawing circles on my palm, it calmed me down but I just couldn't help but being at the edge of my seat, figuratively obviously. I wanted him to drive faster, to get where we were heading to already.

Marco is a fast driver, but right now I get as though he was purposely dragging out the journey. My feet kept tapping the floor of the car, and I think I was shaking slightly.

I felt a hand on my leg, grabbing my knee and stopping any movements. Turning to Romeo, he smiles amusingly down at me. "Relax, bambina. I promise you, you'll be fine."

Looking down, I nodded.

That wasn't what I was worried about. I knew I'd be fine, what bothered me is when they found out I wasn't as capable and able enough to meet their expectations. I don't think they knew how much they've gotten me addicted and hooked with everything and all things about them.

Stupid Ellie, stupid stupid stupid....

What if they also left like everyone? No one loves me or even tolerates me for too long. Perhaps it did hurt me when my foster parents left me, but when it came to them I think, no I'm sure it'll destroy me. "Bambina, stop that." My eyes widens, snapping up to meet Romeo.

"I can see the wheels turning in that head of yours. I promise you, baby, you're more than we deserve. You're perfect, okay?" My eyes waters, I couldn't help it when they said things like that.

He caressed my cheeks, leaning down to peck my forehead. "Shhh, don't let those tears fall, baby." Nodding, I blinked rapidly to push the water in my eyes away. Once I could see clearly again, I hiccuped, squeezing his hand in mine.

Turning, I made eye contact with Marco through the review mirror. He just stared at me, no emotions in those eyes, but there was a softness to it, a deep promise of some sort and I shivered under his gaze just before he looked back to the road before us.