Off guard

monday ; 21:20pm

After a silent dinner, engulfed with sexual references and dirty jokes from Luca, I headed upstairs to my bedroom.

"Night Jo, I'm free all night if-"
I slam the door.
"Goodnight."

Opening my bags, I notice my diary.

—
Dear Diary,
Kill me. I feel like I'm stuck with a sex obsessed monster. Or a teenage boy. I'm a virgin. With Luca's looks, I know he isn't. Would he be my first? No. He might have a body of a Greek God but with his snarky comments he'll get as far as my hand going across his face as I slap him. I wonder how many people he's slept with. And how many did it because of his wealth.
I found a strange voicemail on my room phone earlier. It was talking about some sort of accident to someone called Cassie.
But the stranger thing was the fact that my dad was the one talking.
—

I put my diary down and went to bed.

I wake up to find my window open, a figure standing in it. Chills run down my spine as I realise I'm not sleeping anymore. I scream as loud as I can. The person was dressed completely in black, with a black hood on. It ran up to me and covered my mouth. That made me scream and struggle even more. Am I being kidnapped? Murdered? My tired limbs begin to weaken.

Suddenly, the room lights switch on and I see Luca in pyjama pants and no shirt standing in the doorway, doing nothing about my current state.

"What is she doing here?"
I hear my attacker mumble.

"She's a house guest."
"In my room?"
"You haven't been here in months Dmitri, what did you expect? Cake and candles?"

He sits still.
"Get off of her, even I haven't come that close to touching her yet."
Luca proclaims.
He lets go of my mouth and my arms. Taking deep breaths, my head falls into my hands.
"Who... Are you?"
The man stumbles off of my bed and walks towards Luca, with his back turned towards me.
"My brother."
Luca sighs.

He turns around.
"Dmitri Malkov, actually."