Rage

♠TWENTY THREE♠

"Dont let whatever they say in there get to you" i move my gaze toward him, lingering at his side profile, pointed nose and clenched jaw.

"Remember, we must look inlove" he says and i nod as if he's looking at me which i know he is not.

We hadn't spoken to eachother since his confession, its just been mere "excuse me" and "Good morning" he didnt even tell me we were going to italy, he just wrote it down on a piece of paper, saying i should be ready before he gets back. How matured

I dont know how long its going to last, but its tiring. I redirect my gaze back to the road, my grip tightening on the seatbelt. Normally i would have my feet on this seat just to piss him off but nothing about us was normal.

I was even curious about who this said 'they' were but i decided to keep my mouth shut.

He stoped at a huge iron Gate, all i could see was an open grass space, i sighed. This better not be another gambling sight where ill see rich girl Daya again.

"Where are we at?" I ask when he places his thumb on a dark glass print and the gate opens.

Sal remains silent, i swear ill kick him in the knee, if he continues to ignore me, I didnt even do anything wrong this time.

I fold my arms tightly around my body as he drives in, the yard is huge with a waterfall and beautiful various plants. At the end is a duplex with white exteriors and covered with green vines at each piller at the side.

I have to give the architect or exterior designer a hand five or a five star rating because this building is the definition of perfect or should i say perfecto.

I mentally laugh at my mindless joke when Sal parks, and gets out of the car greeting a short bald man who approaches me. I jump out of the car still wandering where the hell were at.

"Good evening ma'am" the man says, i give him a forced smile. "Good evening sir" i say trying my best to sound nice. Im often told i sound mean and look non-approaching

I hold my tote bag tightly as the man grabs the rest of our luggage. This better be a worth it Sal. We walk towards the door as the man follows behind us with our luggages

"You cant ignore me forever" i say, staring at the wood door with gold ornaments. "Perhaps italy would've been magnificent, if one of us weren't being soo paranoid" i stated.

We should talk this issue out like Adults not kids holding a grudge.

"Its not that good of place anyways" at this point i just want to hear his voice. "Its hot and boring" i glance at him noticing how he is simply unbothered by my remark.

"Very much overrated" i say and he scoffs but doesnt say a word

"Probably why im also not into italians" i add and he laughs, biting his lower lip, something i should not have found attractive.

"You of all people should know about a certain thing called 'getting the hint'" he says solemnly staring at me for the first time today.

His sage grey eyes darker than usual, burning with hate and something more terrifying. Something i should never get involve with.

His eyes redirect back to the door.

All these could not possibly be just because of me, could it?

He had a bad week and has something bothering him, thats it. Because heaven knows i did nothing wrong.