De Luca

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

I groaned at the sharp pain that was piercing my head, ignoring it I opened my eyes, I was met with an unfamiliar sight.

I was in a bare concrete room that had only a light bulb that hung above me, a blue door was in front of me but from what I could see it had no handle on my side. I sat up abruptly making my head pulse and my vision blurry for a moment. I let myself have a minute to compose myself before I stood up thinking about the man that attacked me.

I had never seen him in my life and it wasn't like Lucus to send someone after me, especially if it was a man. He was definitely more likely to get me himself. My father, on the other hand, was most likely the one responsible for this, he always did have a thing for chucking me into bare rooms.

Now knowing that this was my father's doing I laid back down and closed my eyes thinking to myself about how I was always going to be a caged animal, there was nothing I could do about it. My one month of life outside felt like a tease.

•••

It was quiet for hours and hours only my breathing was heard. It wasn't until what felt like hours later that there a noise other than my breathing. The blue door swung open and closed bringing my attention to the man that had just walked in. It wasn't my father at all, instead, it was the man that spared my life in the alley,

My eyes widened.

What was he doing here?

"Are you hurt?" Was the first thing his deep Italian accented voice said to me.

I pushed myself up so I was sitting with my knees pressed to my chest, my face scrunching up in pain as I felt a sharp jab to my stomach, there was also a dull throb at the back of my head.

I let my legs fall, exposing the big purple and black bruise on my stomach since I was only in a silky black crop top and some black tight sweatpants. His eyes dropped down to the bruise before looking up at me — it was something on my face rather than my eyes he was staring at.

"You are," he said more to himself than me.

He sighed and chucked a white button-up shirt at me. I grabbed it mid-air and slipped my arms into it and buttoned it up, grateful for feeling less exposed.

"Where am I?"

He squinted at me and ignored my question.

"You lied to me."

"Huh?"

"Your name it's not Violet hue hudgesons."

I acted out a glare, "I did not lie."

"Your lying right now."

I scoffed, "I even have an ID if you want to see."

"That can easily be made."

"Great, so you've sent a man to abuse me and take me to this cold place and make me wait in here for hours all over a false accusation you've come up with."

"I am never wrong."

I scoff but decided to show a bit of respect for him since he was the one with all the power here.

"I told you I hate liars."

"I haven't lied."

"All you have to do is tell me your real name and why you lied to me."

"For the last time, I did not lie."

He shrugged, "you'll stay in here until you tell me."

He three a hand in the air and turned around muttering in Italian.