Rebecca Downhill (Becca) has known nothing in her life but a strict father who is involved in businesses with the Italian mafia in NY, an absent mother who has taught her to be obedient and fulfill her duties towards the family, and a twelve years o...
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There's no noise, no broken doors tonight, and no fighting against me closing the door and hiding.
I could swear I heard him whispering on the other side of the door before he left. He gave in like he rarely did.
While curling up in bed, I'm wondering what Lucas wants from me. What are the things I don't know about, and he needs to tell me?
Never my father nor my brother have been very fond of me. They would just use me for whatever shit when they needed to save their asses, like every time. I could only suspect that they might have gotten deep into some shitty stuff again. But I can't stop wondering what they want from me now. Why does Lucas need to keep me safe?
Lifting my head and stifling my breath, I try to listen to any sound coming from the other side of the door. There's nothing to hear except for my own sobs in the silence around me.
I leave the bed and walk to the door, gluing my ear to it and listening to that complete silence. I can't hear anything. I can't feel his presence anymore.
I wished he was still standing there, in front of my door, banging it, breaking it, coming after me like he always did.
I fought with all my being the urge to go back to his room, throw myself in his arms and tell him I still loved him.
It was such a long time since I last woke up clad in his warm arms, breathing his scent, gluing my head on his hard chest, and listening to his soft, regular breath while sleeping.
It was such a long time since I felt my Lucas.
I laid back down in bed, feeling thwarted and deserted, and slept faint throughout the night, tears sprawling from my eyes till they all became dry.
The morning came faster than I wanted, and I wished I could slack off some more in the warm bed, but I had to wake up. I had to put some food into my system or end up in the emergency room. Again.
Once I'm done showering, I dry up my skin with a puffy towel and put on a pair of tight jeans with a loose top.
I really have to eat something. I feel weak and on the verge of blacking out, like always but this time it's almost scary. Not that I feel hungry, but I can barely stand on my feet.
The house is quiet except for some sounds coming from the kitchen. I walk in thinking it's Lucas, but instead I find Lore preparing breakfast.
"Good morning, Ms. Tate. Nice to see you again. It's been a long time," she says with a beaming smile.
Lore is working for Lucas for years now, and before that she has been working for his father.
I always felt comfortable around her. She knew just the perfect ways to make me feel better with that motherly care she had, almost replacing the love that my own mother did not give.
This must be another trick of Lucas' to make me stay.
"Bastard!" I say in my mind, smirking and liking his way.
