Twisted Love

Chapter 4

The next day I wake up all giddy and excited. I haven't been on a date since I broke up with my last boyfriend of two years about six months ago. How we ended is something I really want to forget about.

Then again, Cristiano never specifically stated it was a date, he just said he wanted to take me out which could mean anything. Although I guess calling it one couldn't hurt.

I freshened up in the bathroom then went downstairs to get some breakfast. My dad left a hundred Euro's for my date tonight on the counter, and I silently thanked him then hugged the cash.

I stood still for a moment, mentally planning my eating schedule for the day. People found it weird, but I found it organised. Maybe I could go with a big breakfast and lunch, so I didn't have to eat a lot on my date tonight.

Even though I was stomach-achingly hungry, I couldn't decide if I was lazy enough to make a lot of food or not. I decided I was so I just decided to have a lot of cereal and milk.

I opened the overhead cupboard and pulled out one of my favourites, 'Cinnamon Toast Crunch'. I absolutely loved cinnamon and couldn't understand why people found it 'disgusting' or thought it tasted bad.

I sat on the living room floor as I wasn't planning on spilling anything on the couch. As I flipped on the television, that's when the devil appeared.

I stiffened, but then calmed myself down.

"Good morning darling," said my mother, trying to sound as sweet and loving as she could.

I didn't answer, but she wasn't really phased as this has become a regular thing.

"Darling please, just please talk to me," she begged, and I could hear the desperation in her voice as she pleaded.

I remained still, trying to focus on the television. That's when I realised it was on Dora The Explorer. What?

I quickly changed it to Law and Order SVU. It was one of my favourite shows.

"Luna," she says.

I ignore her.

"Luna. Luna Santiago, look at me," she tries to command me.

Hah. If only.

Then things got real.

She plugged out the television cord and that's when I snapped.

"OH MY GOSH! YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T GET THE DAMN MESSAGE THAT I DO NOT WANT TO SPEAK TO YOU! YOU RUINED THIS FAMILY AND YOU ARE ONE OF THE REASONS I HAD TO TRANSFER SCHOOLS AND RUN AWAY IN SHAME. HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!? YOUR OWN DAUGHTER?!!" I shouted at her. I definitely wasn't having it!

That was the first time I had vented some my feelings to her since the incident and I had to admit it felt awesome.

But then, being me, I didn't even get to bask in my own glory for more than ten minutes when we sat there silently. Guilt started flooding down on me, but hell no I wasn't going to apologise. I convinced myself she deserved it and went up to my room, leaving her down there.

My morning that had started out great turned into a disaster and it had been only two hours. Because after four months, the tears that had vanished, crawled their way back into my life. But I wasn't complaining. It is okay to cry. I am only human.

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I woke up to a soothing, yet unfamiliar voice and a pair of hands gently shaking me back to consciousness. Wait, that voice wasn't unfamiliar. It is--

"Luna, wake up sleeping beauty," Cristiano's voice cooed in my ears.

My eyes flutter open and I jump so far back that I almost fall off the other side of my bed. Less than twelve inches infront of me, I was faced with Cristiano's bright caramel eyes piercing into my mine.