Saved by the Devil [EDITING]

8•Primo atto

•Davina Alexander•

Throughout the two weeks I've been in this home, I've been taken care of by Elena and Diavolo. Elena loves doing things for me and though I greatly appreciate it, I want to start doing a lot of things on my own – I know I might look fray and breakable, but I don't wish to be perceived as incapable.

Today the Doctor is coming to take my bandages off and check my stitches – I should get them off today. Diavolo is in the kitchen talking to the chef about my new diet; I need to gain weight, but it needs to be done in a 'safe' way. I've learned a lot these two weeks, even Mr. Zedric is surprised by how fast I'm learning to read, so I try to read all my texts and also type them, but 50% of the time I still have the phone read it for me.

Everything has been great with Daviolo. After that time in his room we stuck to our usual boundaries. However, every night I go to bed with the thought of kissing him when no one's looking.

"Ready for lunch?" Diavolo asked, walking back in the dining room.

I nodded "Yup," a smile played on my lips as he sat at the head of the table. "What are we having?"

He threw the cloth napkin across his lap "Salmon and salad."

"Ew," I hate salmon.

"You need to eat something else than pasta and pizza," he explained.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes.

"We are leaving for Italy in a week, and you will have your fair share of pasta over there. Just be patient," He took a sip of his wine.

I smiled big "That's all I needed to hear to eat the stupid salmon."

Only the two of us were at the table for lunch; his siblings and Alexandria went shopping for the upcoming trip. Diavolo always speaks Italian at the table – he's usually just cussing. As soon as I was done, he stood up "Go change into your bathing suit"

"Why?" I looked up at him.

"Because I want to go swimming with you," he said with the glass of wine in his hand.

I nodded standing up "But what about my stitches?"

"Doctor is waiting by the pool," he said, putting down his glass.

"Okay," a big smile appeared on my face as I rushed back to my room. I changed into a black bikini with, and dashed back downstairs. I went outside and found the doctor sitting on the outdoor lounge area "Where's Diavolo?" I asked, walking towards him.

The doctor looked at me with a gentle smile "Said something about a work emergency. But said to tell you he'll be back for dinner."

"I was so excited to go swimming with him and show him how I'm not completely useless," I whispered the last word.

"Don't say that," he said, standing up. Then asked me to sit down so he could check my stitches.

I stayed quiet as he took my bandages off, he said me I heal fast, which I know. Once he left, I stepped into the pool and was there until every bit of me looked like a raisin; the water relaxes me. I did wonder for an hour or two about what required Diavolo to leave in such a rush that he couldn't say he was leaving, personally.