His Way

Revenge

"Oh cazzo." I heard someone say above me as I was going in and out of consciousness.

I felt a gentle hand brush along my forehead and onto the top of my head, causing me to groan.

I knew it was Alfio.

I soon felt myself being gently lifted off the ground and into his arms.

"Stop." I moaned as my head laid against his hard chest.

I was stubborn even as i was in and out of consciousness.

"Relax." He says gently.

He was a very patient man, I guess he grew to be one dealing with me over the years.

I almost felt bad that he was carrying me and i just pissed all over myself.

Almost.

"Open the door." he mumbled to someone.

I felt myself being gently laid across the leather seats of the car I was once in no longer then ten minutes ago.

Turns out I did pee myself for no reason.

I made a mental note to actually come up with a plan the next time i decide to run away.

I felt myself going out of consciousness once again, this time not waking back up.

*****
I woke up on what felt like a cloud from heaven.

My eyes were still closed but i knew where i was.

My bedroom.

Im home.

"Oh joy." I whispered to myself causing my head to pound, which reminded me of the previous events.

I slowly peeled my eyes open and looked down to realize my clothes were changed.

I could feel my blood boiling till i remembered we had maids and servants.

Stella probably changed me, I thought to myself.

He wouldn't dare.

I sat up slowly and just stared at the wall in front of me, as i ran my hands along my lavender silk sheets.

I would be lying if I said I didn't miss my room and this bed.

It humored me how clean it was knowing it wasn't this way when I left.

I stood up and went into the bathroom shivering at the sudden coldness on my feet as i stepped onto the marble floor.

I looked into the mirror and immediately noticed the scratches i had along my forehead, I brought my hand up to my head and gently ran my fingers across my forehead only to wince in pain.

All the events from the night before came rushing back to me, weirdly making my head hurt even more.

Trying to ignore my thoughts i quickly striped down out of my gown and jumped in the shower.

I grabbed the shampoo and immediately brought it to my nose, it felt like I was sniffing it for hours.

I unwillingly pulled it away and began to wash my long black locks.

It was all tangled and knotted.

These times reminded me of when my mother used to do it for me.

She'd always say "One day, when you have a husband, he'll take over and do this for you."

I chuckled to myself as I continued to wash my hair.

"Well mommy, at the looks of things, there will never be a husband." I mumbled sarcastically to no one in particular.