The Enemy

Chapter Twenty-Two

~Samora~

Once Marco parks the car outside of Matteo's so called house I storm out of the car and through the front door. Where does he get off telling me I have to listen to him? Does he think I'm some kind of fucking dog? Its in my best interest to learn the easy way? Who the fuck does he think he is? He doesn't even know I could kill him in his sleep if I saw fit. I throw myself onto the sofa next to Niccoli whose playing a video game with Mario. I don't mean to come off as a brat but he is really pissing me off. I don't appreciate his condescending mannerisms.  "What's wrong with you?" Mario asks me without taking his eyes off the TV screen. Before I could answer Matteo walks into the living room typing away on his phone. "I pissed her off. She'll be fine." Now he thinks he can talk for me? What the fuck is with him? "Seriously Matteo?" I say staring at him murderously. I could kill him and everyone here right now in a blank of an eye.  I'm that fucking mad. "Seriously Samora?" He mocks me like I'm some pissed off five year old. He's really getting on my nerves. Laughing he sits next to me and tries to kiss me. Moving my face away from him I stare at him. "Don't even." I say before getting up and stomping up the stairs. "You're going to be one horny motherfucker for a month. We mines well prepare for the attitude now." I hear Niccoli joke. "Don't tell me your on her side?" Matteo responds his voice grower louder as he apparently follows me. "I'm always going to choose her over you. You might as well get used to that." Nico yells. I smile to myself. I knew he would be my favorite. Making my way to Matteo's room my phone starts ringing. Already knowing it's Ana I waste no time answering. "Yes" I say after picking up.

"Hey sis is it okay if I stay at Chloe's for the night and Andy can come pick me up in the morning?" She doesn't know about the party but we usually have a girls night the night before our birthday just so we could bring it in together. But she's getting older and she has friends now so I guess it's only natural for her to want to do these things without me. It's okay I understand I guess.

"Yeah sure. Just text him and let him know." Trying to hide my disappointment I clear my throat. I really wanted our tradition to be a forever thing but it's fine. Plus I really need to get away from Matteo he's been getting on my nerves. "Uhmm I have to go have fun. I love you." I don't give her a chance to respond before i hang up on her. I actually feel bad I don't mean to be selfish but I can't help it. She's all I have. I guess I should be grateful that she has relationships outside of just me. I wipe my stupid tears away just as Matteo walks into the room. Rolling my eyes I walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I guess it's normsl for couples to get into it with each other and argue but I'm not used to this. And I'm not okay with how he talked to me. He knocks on the door before opening it. I didn't even tell him it was okay for him to come in. He just takes it upon his self to let himself in and invade my space. I'm starting to feel controlled and I'm not okay with this.

"Before you even come in here demanding whatever you're about to demand just let me start by saying I am not okay with feeling controlled. I'm not okay with you yelling at me. I'm not okay with you cursing at me. I'm not okay with you telling me what I can and can't say and I'm especially not okay with you telling me what's in my best interest to do. Who the fuck do you think you are?" I start rambling and before I could finish my sentence he has the nerve to put his finger up to silence me. I glare at him as he attempts to come closer to me. I take a step back. He smiles before stopping in his tracks. "I apologize piccola it wasn't my intention to make you feel controlled. I don't know why I have to keep saying I'm not trying to control you. I want your respect and your submission that's it and that's all. If you feel like that's asking for too much then this isn't going to work the way I hoped it would." He leans against the sink and crosses his arms across his chest. He eyes me up and down before smirking. "I like your fierceness believe me I do but I can only tolerate it to a point." Tolerate? Here he goes again using the wrong words. "Well excuse me I guess we could just end this here because I don't want to be tolerated." I take a step to leave but he blocks my way. "Samora why do you insist on turning everything I say into an argument. I don't tolerate you I tolerate your fucking attitude. You refuse to acknowledge that you have an attitude problem. You're a fucking brat." I glare at him again but don't say anything.