Philophobia: A GerIta story

Chapter 5: Feliciano

"What were you doing while you waited Feli?" Toni asked me as we drove home.

I smile, remembering the cool guy I met. "I was talking with someone, his name is Ludwig and he has a service dog named Alaric, he sounded pretty cool." Toni is silent for a moment. "That's great Feli!" He says after a bit, "it's nice to have friends, sí?"

I nod, "sì! I got his number too, I'll probably call him tomorrow and see if maybe we can meet up!" Toni chuckles, almost sounding nervous. "Yeah, maybe you two can."

We drive the rest of the way to our house in silence. Our house, as described by Lovino and Antonio, is in the middle of of suburb, red brick one story building with a yard that has flowers and a tree. It's a three bedroom house, one for me, one for Lovino and Antonio, and a guest bedroom for anyone that comes over. A large backyard where Noodle runs around with 4 trees, one is a apple tree.

The car stops, "we're here Feli." I feel around for the door handle, pulling it when I find it. Noodle jumps out first, me following after. I grab Noodles handle, smiling. "Let's go Noodle," I tell her, making her start walking.

We walk inside the house, Toni shutting the door after us. I breath in, the scent of pastries and tomatoes constantly there.

A strange combination, but I love it because it's home.

"Alright Feli, we're going to relax for an hour than head back to the bakery okay?" I nod, "let's go to my room Noodle," I command, and she begins only a second later.

The door is already open, so I walk right in, sitting on my bed. I take off Noodles vest, years of practice making me perfect at it, letting her get comfortable. I take off my pants, laying down, Noodle cuddling next to me.

I gently pet her, closing my eyes, slowly drifting off to the sound of Noodle's breathing.

I walked down the street, cane in hand. I was smiling, humming an old tune softly.

Suddenly, I'm grabbed, hand covering my mouth.

"What are you doing alone beautiful?"

My eyes widen as I'm dragged, I start fighting even though I know it's useless.

The man is strong, I can feel his muscles under his shirt.

He chuckles in my ear, a dark, deep sound that sends fear down my spine.

"Your fighting is cute angel, what's your name?"

By this time he's feeling me up, running his dirty fingers through my hair and touching my stomach.

"None of your business!" I scream, I'm answered with a slap and the hand in my hair taking a fistful and pulling.

"It wasn't a question beautiful~ tell. me. your. name!"

He ends it with kicking my shin.

Without thinking I scream the first thing that came to my mind.

"Luciano!"

I sob, trying to get away.

He chuckles again, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Foreign hm? I've always liked Italian boys~" the hand lets go of my hair, his hands going to my pants.

"Now Luciano~ let's have some fun."

I scream.

"No!" I shout, hyperventilating. Noodle licks my face, trying to bring me back to reality. I feel liquid dripping down my arm, I guess I had been digging my nails into the large cut.