Donatella

Chapter 3-home sweet home

Song-end of beginning by djo

Dona's pov

I was bored out of my mind.

Dont these people know how to keep track of time?

"Hey stranger",i heard a voice call out from above me. I look up and see a male who looks to be in his late teens.

Who on earth is he?

"Who the fuck are you?",i voice out,he looks a bit hurt from my outburst but i couldn't care less. I couldn't help but notice how familiar he looked.

Wait.....
SANTO?

"Oh it's you", i say with a bit of annoyance in my tone. He just sighs and signals for me to follow him.

I follow him outside and immediately a black suv stops in front of us.

What's with rich people and SUV's?

The driver steps out and Santo opens the door in the back for me.

I could have done it myself....

He gets in the driver's seat and i notice something on the seat next to me.
"I got you these,hope you don't mind"

I take the headphone and the phone, connect and put some music on. I rest my head against the cool window and close my eyes as my mind drifts to Rose.

I really hope she's ok...

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Santo's pov

I didn't expect her to not remember me considering how close we were as kid.

You're not kids anymore...

She even sounds different,everything about her is different....

What happened to you sorella?

We reach home and i park my car in the driveway. I glance at the rearview mirror and notice that she's asleep.

How do i wake her up without making her potentially hate more than she does?

I step out and head towards her door. I open the door,as my hand was about to make its way to her shoulder to wake her up,her eyes flung open.

Okayyy Wednesday Addams...
That scared me....

I stumble back a bit,suprised. She simply steps out and heads to the boot. I follow her and was about to help her with her bags but she beat me to it.

There was nobody home at the moment,mom,dad,enzo,fiorella and elijah were at work and the others were at school. We never really knew the reason why she was sent away and didn't want to ask. Everytime we would ask Mira,she would say she doesn't remember but i know she's lying. She gets all nervous when we ask her about it.

I head inside the house as she follows me. I was gonna ask her if she wants to watch a movie with me but she talks first.

"Is my room still in the same place?",she asks. "Yeah?",i reply a bit confused. She simply hums and walks up the stairs and I'm assuming she's going to her room.

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Dona's pov

As i ascend the stairs, i notice a few changes here and there but other than that, everything is pretty much still the same. I reach the hallway containing our rooms and they're still in the same place.

I walk into mine and nostalgia hits me like a tsunami. They've removed every decorative item i had as a child and now its just a simple and plain room. I put my bags down and walk to the bathroom. I enter and I'm met with the mirror. As always,the first thing that catches my eye is the scar. I despise it so so much. It just reminds me that I can't run from my past and its always present with me wherever i go.

I look into my eyes. The windows,the ones that tell you how much someone is truly feeling inside. And right now they look empty and that's how i feel. Empty

Signing,i go to my bed to rest for a bit

Jet lag is real yall....