bluebird WRATH

Chapter 7 : Romano

She caught the bait; I was in.

I didn't think she'd buy into the whole story about having distant relatives trying to kill me, but I couldn't blame her because part of the story was true.

Right now, she trusted me with credence in my every word. Nevertheless, there was no reason for her not to trust me, because I'd never hurt her. She is my queen.

We spent the evening with some studying, kissing, more kissing, a dine-in dinner, a movie, more kissing and hugging until she finally retired to her bed. I only wished I could join her there, but that would be too much for today.

She knows now that I love her the most, and I know that she loves me too. I just wish she can only say it out.

As I lay comfortably in the soft cotton of the pillow, my head stares at the garden-themed wall of the guest bedroom. She made me stay the entire night, which I obliged too.

I smile to myself thinking about the later parts of my plan until I hear her rummaging through her computer.

She's gotten up. Her thoughts are running amuck, wild with delusion. This is not good. Shit!

I get up from bed and concentrate my mind on her thoughts.

'Romano' hits my mind. She's researching so much at one go; practically trying to verify my story. When I hear her adrenaline sparking, that's when I race up to her room before her anger overboiled.

The steps creak loudly while my rough hands clutched onto the carved banisters. Eventually, I hushed my back and calmed myself before I knocked on her door as softly as possible but ultimately, it startles her.

She calls out after my name, and when she knew it was me, she opened the door.

"What are you doing up? Without your shirt..." she says looking aside. I looked down at myself then back at her, she was in her robe, covering her fleshy curves.

"I rushed, I thought I heard something upstairs..." I say with my hands folded across my torso. "Sorry. It was probably my chair."

"Your chair? You working on something?" I ask trying not to sound intrusive.

"Ummm..." she looks back at her laptop then back at me, "...yeah." she says biting her lip because she knew what the next question was. "What're you working on?"

"Personal project." she says but I brush past her to the laptop.

"Caivanial..." she warns but I am already there. I see my name, a map, a report. "What is this?!" I try to ask with confusion.

She doesn't want to answer me. She has horns growing from out her head.

"You know, maybe this was a bad idea...." she starts, "I can't believe I trusted you! You're nothing but a damn liar!" her shouting leaves marks in my ear.

"I was not! What are you talking about?!" I try to argue back.

"You lied to me about everything! I searched for the Romano's in Italy, and then I got this report...that the entire family was slaughtered in their barn in the 14th century! There's not even a single report about a woman being murdered with the name Cairina Romano. Is Cairina Romano even your mother?!" her words almost spit on me.

"Yes she was!" I argue with her.

"...I'd never lie about my mother after what she went through for me." and that was the absolute truth.

"Caivanial, all I asked from you was your honesty. But if you think that's too much for me then, maybe I wouldn't want to ask anymore." No! No! No! Everything was going on so well!

"Don't be like this Alex. Maybe I did exaggerate the truth, but there's much more than murder. It's something that you're not ready to go through..." I say grabbing onto her shoulder.

She feels attacked and immediately pulls away from me.

"I'm sorry Caivanial, but until I know the full truth, I can't trust you anymore." she says, hoping that I'll fall to her feet, pleading for another chance.

"Then I'm sorry I wasted your time..." the words burn up through my throat. I leave her room with only a sour face, returning to the guest room to retrieve my bag.

"Caivanial, come on. Don't be stubborn." she says following me down. "I'm sorry. But I'm not ready to tell you the truth Alex." I brush past her with my bag on my shoulder hanging half-way.

She lets me go, I wanted her to.

I get into my car and drive off where the wind was heading—North. I didn't bother to see her beautiful face.

I was too upset with myself, not her.

Giving off Romano was my mistake. She was much more cautious this time, so I had to be extra careful.

Despite the argument she put out just now, she was still giving me a third chance but, I had to blow it. Otherwise she'd think that the truth was not as priceless as I made it sound.

Absence does make the heart grow fonder and with every day that she doesn't see me, her nerves will only intermingle—searching for the answers.

Who is Caivanial Adams?