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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I run straight to Becks' room, opening the door with an unbelievable force, and when I see her, still sleeping, or rather lying fainted on the bed, my heart clenches and a void fills in my chest.
Shit, I hope she's only fainted.
I pull away the sheets and blankets covering her and roll her body towards me.
Her skin is white like milk and cold like ice, her lips blue, lifeless.
"Rebecca! Rebecca, wake up! Come on, baby! Wake up!" I shook her strongly, kneeled on the bed next to her, and crouched above.
I lower my ear to her lips and sense a slight breath, which tells me she's alive.
"Becks! Wake up, baby! Come on!" I shake her body stronger, raising my voice and lifting her from the bed while her head falls sluggishly on the back.
Feli shows up in the room and I can see she's worried, grabbing Beck's feet and rubbing them fervently to warm her skin.
"Cazzo, she's not waking up, Feli! She's not waking up!" I become anxious and try harder to wake her up. I feel like slapping her, but I can't do it. Something is pulling me back. (Fuck!)
God damnit, I'm weak! I can never hurt a woman. No, I can never hurt Becks.
As if Feli reads my mind she slaps strongly on her face, shouting her name at the same time.
I know she has seen worse in her life.
"Rebecca, wake up, girl!" she keeps shouting.
I'm terrified to the core of my bones. Why the fuck did she do this?
I should have never left her alone on our first day in Italy. What the hell was I thinking?
I grab strongly Rebecca's chin and jiggle her head gently but strongly enough to wake up any sleeping living thing.
Her floppy body almost slides off my hold, heavy and cold.
"I'll call the doctor. Enzo, take her to the shower, make it warm enough to raise her body temperature a bit," my sister says and walks out of the room.
Not giving up yet, I lift her upper half and touch her forehead with my lips. She's still cold.
Her mouth is now open, and I brush her blue lips with my own as if trying to blow some fucking life into her.
To my surprise I feel her hand moving, poking my hip and she moans weakly, giving signs of waking up.
"Becks, God, can you hear me? Becks, open your eyes, look at me," I demand but she jerks her body trying to get loose from my grip and turns to the other side to continue sleeping.
"God damn it, Becks! What the fuck did you do?" I scolded her in a whisper and lifting her in my arms I ran to the shower, pinning her feet to the floor and leaning her against the shower wall.
