LUCI

8 - Jealousy

Jealousy

~ Mental uneasiness from suspicion or fear of rivalry, unfaithfulness, etc ~

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Jealousy is something I never experience often. I have never really been jealous of anyone. I used to have everything and now I've got it again. I've got all of my family members, although they are not all together, I have them. Jealousy is a stupid thing, it can make you hate someone for having something you don't, it can make you question your friends, it can make you reckless.

It's at least two hours later and I've defiantly drunk far too much. My head is spinning and I'm pretty sure my words are slurring. Every time somebody walked past with a tray of drinks, I would take one. Luci has given his speech and I realised this was an event for Italian gangs in America to spend time amongst one another. He cheered to something about being united or some bullshit like that. By then my head was a little floaty and I couldn't see straight anymore. I'm now slumped on a chair in the corner of the ballroom as I watch others laugh and dance. I have no idea where Luci went but I'm now stuck with Santo who has finally appeared.

A waiter walks past and I grab another drink. I have no idea why I'm like this tonight. It's weird. Maybe it's me finally trying to process everything that's happened in the last few weeks.

I bring the glass to my lips and begin to take a sip. "Emma, put it down. You don't need anymore" Santo instructs but I don't listen to him. In fact I do the complete opposite, I down the whole drink in one. He gives me one stern look and I quickly stand up. Before he can grab me I rush through the crowds, laughing in the process. I quickly see Santo hurry after me before I do anything stupid.

As I run away from Santo, I look behind to see how close he is. I run into something hard.

Shit!

I almost fall over when a pair of arms grab my waist. I look up to see Luci with an angry look on his face. This is exactly the position I was in yesterday with him. I just giggle as I try to struggle out of his arms but he holds onto me tighter. I watch behind me as Santo approaches us. Ugh, I'm in trouble now. I look back up to Luci who hasn't loosened his grip on me nor has he lost the angry look on his face. "How much have you had to drink? I can smell the alcohol" He asks coldly. I just giggle and try to wiggle out of his grip. He lets out a deep sigh before looking over to Santo.

"Get her showered so she can sober up a little. I will be up in a bit" He orders Santo and without another word I'm being carried up the stairs. I struggle as much as possible to get out of another persons grip but he won't budge. When we reach a bathroom, I'm put down to sit on top of the counter whilst Santo walks away from me.

He turn on the shower and walks back over to me. "You need to get undressed" He blankly states. I just shake my head and look down at the floor. I'm too drunk to form sentences let alone get undressed.

"Jesus" he mutters under his breath before taking another step towards me. He bends down so he can remove my shoes as I'm clearly not going to. I watch him as he struggles slightly with his large hands on the dainty straps. I giggle at him as he lets out a frustrated groan. He eventually gets the little buckle undone before moving onto the next shoe, taking it off much easier than the first one. He put both shoes on the floor before standing up again. His hands grab onto my waist and put me down on the floor. I stand there, not moving an inch, as he takes the straps off of my shoulders and watches at the dress slides down to the floor, joining my shoes. Instantly my body is covered in goosebumps as I feel exposed in front of a man I barley know. However even my drunk mind knows that getting into the shower means everything needs to go so I watch as he takes off my underwear, not even taking a second glance which surprisingly makes me feel a little more relaxed. I quickly put my hair up into a messy bun as I'm not washing it for the second time today.