His Love, My Home. [COMPLETED]

The Finale of Ivana

I slowly stepped away from father, baffled by what I saw. "I think you should leave" Sam walked towards Marcello. Marcello looked at me up and down, making me feel guilty for the way I treated him. "I think you should mind your own business and get the fuck out of my family" Marcello yelled as he pushed Sam back. I quickly interrupted and pulled Marcello away from Sam. I started crying as I heard what Marcello said; his family. "Please Marcello go aw-" he stopped me with his yelling and continued "If he doesn't leave right now I am going to bury him right here!" Marcello raged. Father looked at Sam and asked him kindly to step out of the house. "I will wait for you in the car Ivana," he said while he closed the door after him. "Why did you do that! All of that!" I yelled at Marcello. I kept on sobbing irresistibly while I was thinking of everything that happened. "First it started with Sam and then my psychologist but you! You were the worst of all!" I sobbed as I sat on the couch. "Ivana let me in please, let me tell you what-" he tried to continue but I stopped him. "What will you tell me Marcello? That you are way worse than Sam? That you hid my past from me to take advantage of my accident?" I looked up at him as I complained. "That you love me Ivana" he confessed. As he said that, I got goosebumps. I felt butterflies eating me from inside, but I also felt extreme anger and regrets. Sam's misery was all because of my past. Yet I can't blame myself, I don't remember what happened. It wasn't too long before I slapped Marcello for what he said. "Ivana!" father yelled. "I deserve that" Marcello replied. "You lied and hid things from me" I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath. "I didn't lie Ivana, I wanted to wait for the right time" he said as I mocked. My mocking has increased Marcello's temper until he actually lost it. "What would it differ Ivana? Don't you see this is all Sam's game? I was going to tell you, sooner or later! But the sun does not rise before its time. It doesn't rain in summer. And you shouldn't have known before your time!" he yelled as he walked away from me. "Are you happy now Ivana? Does it now make you feel any different? I was doing everything for your own sake. Now you are complicated and mixed with emotions. You told me that you weren't mentally or emotionally stable, didn't you?" he paused as he pulled me to look at him. Looking into his wide brown eyes was a destructive step for me. I knew what he was saying was correct, and I wanted to apologize for my action, but I was merged with anger. "Ivana what do you want me to say or do? I am trying my best to cover everything that messed you up because of me" he looked at father and continued. "Tell her Anderson! Don't stay silenced!" he yelled. Father looked at him in a pitiful way, while making his way to the window. "Wrap it up Marcello," he said while leaving the living room. "No Anderson, it is either you or I" he repeated. I stood without any knowledge about what were they talking about. "What are you up to Marcello?" I squeaked. "Anderson!" he yelled, but father didn't come out of his room. "Marcello I am talking to you" I walked towards him repeating my question. He skipped me again as he called "Anderson!", yet no reply was there. "Stop skipping me! You're driving me mad!" I shouted. "Okay then, Anderson is your father" Marcello confessed. I stood there without any exchange in expressions. "All of this yelling is to tell me that the man I call father is my father?" I spat. "No Ivana, Anderson is your real father" he walked closer to me. I didn't know what to say, actually, I became speechless and blinded by everything. I have dealt with a lot of problems in sequence, a lexical chain of ultimate fear and disappointments. I felt devastated as I couldn't hold anymore. I felt Marcello pulling me to him wrapping his arms around me. He kissed my forehead and started shushing me telling me that everything would be alright. I sobbed as I hugged him back while feeling him squeezing me more into him. "It's alright" he whispered. He didn't know why I was crying. He thought that it was because of what he said, but every time he tried comforting me, I cried even more, as I knew that I won't stay any longer in this country. I slowly pulled myself away from him while he started wiping my tears away. "I don't want to see you crying" he whispered as he slowly planted his lips on mine. I looked back into his eyes and saw how hopeful they were about us, but I just couldn't say anything other than a goodbye. "I have to leave Marcello," I said as I took a step away. He pulled my right hand back to get me closer to him again. "Please don't go Ivana. He is not your man" he insisted as he placed his forehead on mine. "Please" he whispered. I started crying as he insisted on my presence. "I wish I could, I just need some time alone" I ran out of his arms and closed the door behind me. I couldn't wait for the elevator to reach, thus I took the stairs. As I was running I thought of what would I deal with next. "Am I being wise deciding to leave Marcello, father, who is now known to be my real father and everything back including Sam? Or should I leave all of them and go away with Sam? Or maybe, I should forget about everything and start a new beginning?" Thoughts started draining into my mind until I reached to the car. I saw Sam waiting for me to arrive. "How did it go?" he seemed angry as he saw me crying. "Good" I replied as I got into the car. It was the last chance I had before deciding what I really wanted. I looked at Sam and knew that no matter what would happen he has ruined my life and I can't trust him on any terms. "What will you do now Ivana? I want to keep you safe" he said as he turned on the car. "I am packing my things and leaving to another country" I replied quickly without thinking twice about my answer. "Which country is it?" he asked. "I don't know Sam. Even if I knew, I won't tell any of you. I'm just tired" I claimed. Sam gave me his silence until we came back to his house. "Here," he gave me a credit card while I was packing my things. "I don't need your money Sam," I said without looking at him at all. "You will take it, throw it, burn it, do whatever you want with it, but before I go to jail I need to make sure that you are okay" he stood still in his place. I looked at him as he said that and felt how messed up everyone has become because of me. I have caused harm to everyone, and even to myself, that's why I couldn't let this go on for longer. After I took the card from Sam I opened my purse and took out the marriage papers tearing them piece by piece. Sam gave me another paper from his study telling me that he is giving me full control over his property. At first I refused to sign it, but later on, I knew that he needed someone to trust while he is in jail. He might have been the person I hated, but he was the only one who was true to me. Before he took a cab to the police station he stood at the door watching me lock it. "So you will go away?" he joked. "Far far away" I replied as I looked at him pulling out the keys from the door. I could feel the little drops of rain on my face along with the heavy wind pushing me. "It's going to rain I guess" he looked up at the sky. It wasn't sunny at all, just a greyish sky full of black clouds. "It seems so" I looked up as well. "I wish you find peace" he giggled. "Why are you laughing?" I asked. "I want to see you again" he squeaked. I was shocked by his reply that I couldn't even say a thing. "Mmmm-- I think we will meet someday" I tapped on his shoulder. Sam hugged me tightly before he got into the cab, asking me to take care of myself. "Could you please promise me" he begged as he entered to the cab. I didn't have an answer for his desired request, and neither did he hear anything other than my silence.