Lorenzo's Lucky Number

7| just a headache

LORENZO

If I knew my mom would put me on house arrest for almost two days with no access to technology, I honestly would've just taken a beating from dad that night.

My dad was in the kitchen, I didn't bother saying good morning. He won't remember what happened last night. He never does—or so I thought

He doesn't say anything, just drowns in his beer. I walked to the fridge and-

Bam.

I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling. My head hurt thinking about it.

He grabbed my head and slammed it against the edge of the quartz counter. Sharp pain fills my head.

Again and again and again.

I crumbled to the floor. Was I bleeding?

"Piece of shit."

He drops a beer bottle and it lands beside my head. Can't move.

Too loud.

My mom walked into my room with what I presumed to be dinner on a breakfast tray. The smell of freshly cooked homemade food warmly greeted me, disrupting my flashback. I looked over at the digital clock on me bedside table. It was only five? Every minute lasts forever when you're on house arrest.

"Ain't it kinda early for dinner?"

I sat up and she placed the tray on my bed beside me, "You need it, figlio."

She placed a tender kiss on my forehead. "Grazie, madre."

"Call me if you need anything."

Before she reached the door I managed to quickly mutter, "Madre?"

"Yea?"

"I gotta call E-", I cleared my throat to cover my slip up, "I gotta call someone."

She wouldn't let me call earlier and yesterday—something about how phones could somehow make my head worse. Moms worry way too much.

She just smiled and left the room; it was worth a try. I sighed and rubbed my temples in circles.

She entered my room again with my phone. "Five minutes, starting now."

I smiled at her appreciatively and quickly dialed Evelina's number.

"Tell her you're okay." She smirked, and left.

I just sat there, dumbfounded. Apparently moms knew everything, too.

EVELINA

"Okay, show me."

I was slightly worried for what would come next, but I didn't let him see that.

Lucious pulled out a laptop from his backpack and placed it on the table. Before he even got to open it, my phone rang.

Lorenzo?

My mind was instantly filled with so many emotions, all the thoughts from before flooded right back into my head.

"Be right back, Lucious."

I hurried outside and answered the call. I decided it would be best to just let him talk because with all these emotions, I could easily say the wrong thing.

"Baby! I'm so sorry for not talking to you sooner, I haven't been doing good and mom won't let me leave the house."

"Is it that hard to pick up your phone and send me a text? All you gotta do is say you're okay—I was worrying about you! How do I know you're not going off with some other girl-"