We arrived home and I was quiet all the way back in here. Matteo didn't want to talk because he was angry. I really appreciated that he saved me and I felt relief when he did, but another thing was bothering him. I couldn't figure it out, but it worried me.
As we entered I stood still watching every movement he made. He looked too tense. What was he thinking?
He opened the door and made sure I entered first. I had my arms in my chest as I continued to walk.
"Matteo, I'm fine.." I said as I grabbed his arm.
"Ava. Please don't go near me right now. I may hurt you," he said as he waited for me to stop holding him. But I hold him tighter. I wasn't going to leave him like this easily. I knew he wouldn't hit me. I didn't even felt fear at those words.
"You wouldn't ever hit me, Matteo. I'm fine. You are mad, I get it but there's something else," I said but he never looked at me. I saw how he clenched his teeth but suddenly he began moving. I hold him tighter but he took my hand off his arms and I finally stopped holding him.
I saw how he continued walking and how he went upstairs in a hurry. Should I follow him? talk to him?
I went against it, maybe I should just give him a time alone. He needs to be alone. I finally went to the kitchen and drank water. I felt the liquid through all my throat as it refreshed my dry mouth. I started remembering of the man's face who grabbed me. He had brown eyes and a small scar by the lip.
I felt goosebumps when I thought of him. I drank all the water and I went upstairs to my room. As I walked through the hallways, they were empty, where had Matteo gone?
I finally entered to my room and I left on only the small lamp meanwhile I changed. I grabbed pants and a long sleeve t-shirt which were comfy. I slowly took my high heels off and I felt pain in my feet. I took my jean off and pulled my pants on. I was already comfortable when I finished taking off my crop top and slide the long sleeve t-shirt.
I began folding the dirty clothes when I suddenly heard someone opening the door and closing it. I could hear my heart beat loudly as I turned around slowly.
Matteo was standing near the door but he didn't look the same. There was something different. I had so many questions in my mind. Why was he here?. He looked dangerous.
He began walking towards me and pushed me against the wall as he kissed me fiercely. I was shocked in surprise because everything happened too fast. I kissed him back with desire but he began pulling my shirt upwards.
"Matteo wait," I said as he continued to kiss me. I began shaking at his harshness. He couldn't control himself, its like he wasn't Matteo. I didn't want this, not like this.
He grabbed me and pushed me into the bed. Seconds later he was above me.
"Matteo please. Stop!," I said but he continued. He grabbed both of my wrist tightly in both sides. This was like my nightmares. No! No!
I didn't want this, I began crying and felt tears in my cheeks. "Matteo, stop now..," I sobbed. He finally looked at my eyes and his expression changed. "Please. Stop," I sobbed as I grabbed his cheek with my hand.
"Stop."
His eyes change and realized what he was doing. I saw fear. Fear of himself as he watched me cry. I didn't want this, not like this. He wasn't Matteo. Once I saw he was back to me and he had stopped, I closed my eyes.
"Ava. Fuck! I'm sorry, I would never do this against a woman's will," he said with so much truth that his eyes hold.
"Its okay. Please don't do this again...please," I said as I covered my face with my hands.

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The night we met
RomanceAva has 17 years old when she runs away from home escaping from bad man who are pursuing her. She meets Matteo Giordano, a 23 year old Italian rich man, in the road were it's the night they met. Will he protect her from the devil? "When the night wa...