𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 | ✓

Chapter Fifty Three

I hear a knock on the door which takes my focus away from my laptop. "Come in." I say.

Aurora's head pops in with a wide smile. "Hi." She says pulling someone inside.

It was the same man who threw a tantrum for God knows what. "It's been a week since you've seen him but he's calm down now." Aurora explains.

"Hi." He mutters, not looking at me.

"I don't want you inside my room with your coat or shoes on. Aurora, search him for weapons." I instruct.

"No." She cringes walking out of my room.

"Don't leave me alone with-," The door closes which leaves me to whisper the last words. "Him."

"Look, Arabella. I'm sorry for causing so much trouble earlier. I was just upset that you didn't remember me." He sighs walking closer to my bed which I respond to by moving away from him.

"It's fine." I nervously chuckle getting out of bed but fall on the ground. I still haven't gotten so used to my legs.

"Be careful." he speaks rushing to my side. I put my hand out to stop him from coming any closer.

"Look, Vincenzo. I don't need or want your help. I just need you to leave me alone until I'm able to walk again because when I'm able to walk I can run away from you." I explain climbing up on my feet. My feet begin to wobble and I fall again but this time he catches me.

"I don't want you to be afraid of me. Please don't let me scare you. Understand that Aurora used to hate you, Amelia envied you and Francesco used you."

I push away from his body and fall onto the bed. "Oh, really? They did? Ever heard of forgive and forget?" I question, sarcastically.

"A diciassette anni sei un dolore." He grumbles rubbing his forehead. [Italian Translation: 17 year old you is a pain]

"Once again, I don't understand Italian." I remind.

"That's why I speak it." He explains through gritted teeth, which causes a burst of uncontrollable laughter to escape my mouth. I don't know why I found it so funny.

"I'm sorry." I say, finally catching my breath. "I don't mean to kill the mood but could I please be alone?"

"Arabella on our trip back from Italy we promised each other something. That you'd always give me a chance. That if something happened to one of us, we'd do anything we can to help that person." He explains.

"Mhm, maybe us being together wasn't-." He stops me by placing his finger on my lips.

"Look, I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you remember me." He promises. "And if you don't remember me I'm going to make you fall for me all over again."

"That's sweet but,"

"I promise." He says cutting me off again.

"Do you usually cut me off all the time?" I sass.

"Usually it's you cutting me off." He smiles causing me to smile back at him.

"I know I never told you this before but I love you so much, Arabella." He confesses. "Are you scared of me?"

I truthfully nod my head. "I'm scared you'll shoot me if you get really mad." I explain, muttering.

He holds my hands causing me to flinch. "You're the only person I'd never think of harming."

"Really?"

"Really."

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Not all of this is happening day after day. There are small minor time skips like days and/ or maybe a week. Just wanted to let you know.

My exams are going to be here next week, so I'm going to have to take a 2 week break from posting. That's why I'm rushing my posts, so you guys get as much as much chapters as you can.

So because this chapter was a little small there's another update, don't worry.

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