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Quarantotto - Past

Valentinia:

Past (2 years and 2 months ago).

Recap...

"No! No! Let me go!" I begged, trembling aggressively.

"It's not what you think, I am not going to hurt you! I am not like him." He said, his eyes shining with honesty. But, I couldn't believe him.

His hands opened the buttons to my jacket and pulled my shirt up. I screamed out, shoving against him. But, he just ignored me, looking at my ribs. Sobs were racking my body, it hurt moving. It hurt the worst when my body was thrashing around. My ribs throbbed, along with my back. I slumped against the seat, the pain overbearing and looked at the man that now held me hostage.

His gaze was solely focused on my ribs, on the initials that were carved so mercilessly into my skin. My breaths were short, with panic. The initials were proof, he knew certainly that I was her. Valentin Morelli's lost wife. Valentinia Morelli.

***

I think that I was in a state of shock, my whole body felt numb. The pain no longer radiated from every inch of my body, only a tingle was left in its path. Everything felt light and hazy, as if everything was just a dream. Nothing felt real, it felt staged and directed.

A strange man kneeled before me, his lips were moving, but ironically, I couldn't hear a damn thing that was leaving his mouth. An older woman stood behind him, her lips were moving also, but more frantic. As if she was scolding someone; the man in front of me. Her arms were flailing wildly in the air around her head, her face was flustered, a slight pink hue circling her rounded cheeks.

She looked familiar, aah, she was the kind- too kind woman from behind the Motel desk. I don't know why I had to recall that, I guess everything is just a mess. I'm a mess. Everything was becoming clearer again, I could feel the pain beginning to return. Slowly, slithering along my arms, legs, until my whole body was completely consumed with the familiar feeling.

My eyes were clearing up, I didn't have the energy to cry or weep anymore over something that I couldn't change. I had to accept that this man, before me, was possibly working for the man that ruined my life and that he would take me back to my ultimate nightmare and shambles of a life with him.

His words were beginning to become audible to my ears, but it didn't benefit me as his mouth was speaking only words of Italian. Something that I could not understand, nor speak at all. So that was worthless. He appeared to be having a dilemma with the woman behind him. She was also speaking fluently in Italian, so I couldn't understand either of them.

They both suddenly stopped their debate and looked at me, just stared. And continued to stare. Rude if you ask me. I'm not surprised though, for the past ten months, I have grown accustomed to the stares and secret conversations and whispers dancing down the spacious hallways.

Also, I can guarantee that I look a wonderful sight, I could feel the heaviness of my eyes, due to the amount of swelling that surrounded them. My nose was also blocked, in conclusion to the amount of crying that I had participated in a few minutes prior. And, my coat was open, exposing me in my underwear. So, you can all guess what that looked like from another person's point of view when you are casually strolling through a car-lot during the day.

"Erm... Mrs Morelli... Can I call you that?" The man asked me, his tone sceptic.

"No, that's not my name. My name is Valentinia Capo, that will never be my name, so don't ever call me that again. I will not be compared to that man. Do you understand?" I replied, gone the timid voice from before, now replaced with a stern tone.