My Italian Monster

Chapter 3

Picture of Kayleigh above ^

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Kayleigh's POV:

I entered the house pissed as hell.

I knew that I also had my secrets but it hurt to know that my friends, that I grew up with, were lying to me.

Starr, Gabrielle and Camilla looked at me with confusion written all over their faces. I flicked them off and went to my bedroom.

I locked the door and got into the bathroom. I opened the tap and cold water came running down on my skin. It was refreshing and calmed me down.

After taking a nice shower, I chose to wear a sunflower dress and some flip flops.

I opened the door and the twins were standing right outside. I walked pass them but Caleb caught my arm and turned me around.

"What do you want?" I said with an attitude.

"Kayleigh, we're sorry, we can't tell you everything now but, eventually we will." Caleb said.

The whole time Cameron was staring at the floor, too scared to say anything.

"Let go of my hand, Caleb." I told him, looking at my hand that he grabbed.

He let go of my hand and I walked downstairs.

"Kay, are you okay?" Starr asked.

"Not now, please." I raised my hand and she halted.

I opened the door and was about to walk out when Gabrielle stopped me.

"Let me come with you." She pleaded with me.

"No. I want to go alone. I can take care of myself." I replied.

I left and didn't bother to look back.

I called a cab. It arrived a few minutes after and I got in.

"Buona giornata, dove posso portarti?" The driver said in Italian.

( Good day, where can I take you? )

"I don't speak Italian." I told him.

Hopefully he knows how to speak English.

"Oh sorry. Where may I take you today?" He said with a heavy accent.

"The nicest restaurant you can find." I said.

"I know just where to take you. My name is Vincenco. What's your name?" He said politely.

"My name is Kayleigh."

He stared at me for a little while, I shifted uncomfortably and he snapped out of it.

"Let's go."

Weird.

We left and we just kept on driving until we got to our destination.

I paid him his money and thanked him.

I got at the restaurant and stood outside, taking in the fresh air. I went in and asked for a table.

A waitress came to my table and gave me a menu. After I decided what I want to eat, I called her back to my table.

"I know what I want now." I smiled politely at her.

"What can I get you, mam?" She said with an American accent.

"Wait, are you American?" I asked her.

She nodded in response. "All the ladies that work here are Americans. They made this place for tourists that come here like you." She said.