Maybe...?

CHAPTER 41

We arrive in the hotel where Lucas has booked us the day before.

I'm amazed about the place.

Tall and white ceilings above us.

Gold and silver walls surrounding us.

I watch every single detail around me and I feel like a child in a candy shop.

But, I suddenly find out that he's staring at me.

Lucas is staring at me with his beautiful stunning blue eyes.

I swallow.

Maybe it's only my imagination.

Yeah, it's only your imagination Lea.

I close my eyes and smile.

I'm in Venecia.

I'm not going to care about him or anything relative to my love status.

I'm going to do what I was planning to.

No matter what.

"We have booked one room." I hear him talking with a woman.

"Oh, with the name...?" she asks.

"Lucas" He answers.

"Yeah, Lucas, here you are." She gives him a key with a number.

WAAIIT.

ONE QUESTION.

DID HE JUST SAY "ONE ROOM"?

WTF.

I run into him.

"What are you doing?" I enquiry him, nervous.

"Em, I'm trying to take two big luggages by my self." He points.

"I'm not talking about that." I say ignoring his asking for help.

"Then?" He continues walking forward.

"You just booked one room?" I whisper.

I see him stopping in front of a door, probably ours.

He leaves the luggage on the floor and he messes up his hair.

I'm still waiting his response.

He abruptly stands closely from me.

I panic.

He takes one of my tofts with his bare fingers.

"Yeah, I've planned to make out with you." His voice is soft.

I tremble.

No, no way.

I don't know what to say.

I'm totally shocked.

Without moving away from me, he opens the door of the room.

He grabs both of my shoulders and begins to lead me inside.

I think I'm going to scream.

He's a psychopath.

It's dark.

I unbidden sense that he is seating me in a bed.

Okay, I'm going to count three and I'll run away.

1.

2.

And I observe that he's smiling.

"Girl, there are two beds." He lit the light.

My heart stops.

I sigh with relief.

Why am I so dumb?

"YOU ARE GOING TO DIE." I stand up and punch him on the arm.

"Hey, hey, hey, you really don't know me right?" He laughs.

"I love teasing people. And specially you." He grins.

"GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW." I shout.

"I'm not going to get out of OUR room." He lifts one of his eyebrows.

"Don't call it OUR room. And get out."

"Who paid this?" he asks.

I bite my tongue, angrily.

"Who is a jerk?" I replay.

"If you really don't want to see me, then you should be the one to get out." He shrugs.

I scowl.

I hate him.

But it's obviously that he's not going to go, so I'll have to.

"It's always a pleasure talking to you." I hear him says.

That stupid phrase of him.

"Shut your fucking mouth up." I say as I close the door behind me.

I don't know how to talk Italian.

What the hell am I going to do?

I start to run away.

There's a beautiful fountain situated outside the hotel.

I look for a penny in my jean's pockets.

I have to wish and then throw the penny in the fountain.

I know it's stupid and that it's not going to make my dream come true, but this is what my grandma and I did here when we first arrive.

I still remember that I was really stiff with this thing.

And I was only 9.

We were in the rim of the fountain.

She was smiling.

And she gave me one penny.

"I'm not going to make a wish." I told her harshly.

"Why not sweetie?" She seemed upset.

"There's nothing particular I would want to have." "And. These things are not real."

"How do you know they're not real?"

"Well... If I wish to have a dog for example, I won't do this, I would go to mom and dad and begin them for it."

I sometimes hate myself for being so stupid and arrogant.

I saw her almost crying.

"But... If one day dad and mom weren't here anymore...?" Her voice was broken.

That day, was the day where my grandma received the message of the hospital in the USA telling her that my parents were dead.

She didn't tell me until a few days passed.

"Okay then..." I rolled my eyes and made a fake wish.

I just wanted my grandma to be pleased.

Later, she hugged me tight.

"I love you."

"I love you too." I said.

And now.

Now I'm going to make a wish a real wish, for her.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry grannie, I lied to you... now there are things that I would really want to have." I begin to cry.

I close my eyes.

I want to see you again.

And I throw the penny.