Hope

Chapter 5

I love Lady Gaga. I think she and Adele have a very passionate voice, which is different from other singers.

But nobody has asked for my opinion.

So.. moving on 

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We had to ride a car for five hours since I had been living in Bergen my entire life. It was one of the most populated cities in Norway. And since there were no available flights in Bergen to San Francisco, we had to take a flight from Oslo. It was a tiring journey to sit five hours in a car.

Yes, I had been living in Norway. And my brother in San Francisco

No wonder we never knew of each other's existence.

I slept through the entire journey like a baby. I have insomnia so it was hard for most of the nights to fall asleep. Alessandro kept working on his laptop or talking on his phone in a different language which I didn't understand a bit, so after some time I gave up on translating as his deep voice lulled me to sleep.

The next I woke up I was in a bed. In a very soft one. But all I remember was sitting in a car while Alessandro worked.

I got up from the bed frantically looking everywhere as panic started rising in my chest making it tight. Things like these left me breathless every time it made me feel like I had issues. But wouldn't anyone if they somehow just teleported from one place to another?

Where was I?

Was I already H-home?

Before my mind would go anymore haywire and make up assumptions, the door to the room opened and in came a worried looking Alessandro looking in every direction worry laced on his face. After spotting me he calmed down. His shoulders slumped a little and so did mine. At least I wasn't where I didn't belong.

"I see you woke up" he said removing his Jacket, closing the door behind him and gently taking a seat on the couch.

"Where am I" I asked, which I regretted immediately. My throat hurt and it felt sore. I placed a hand on it gulping lightly, which pained too.

Alessandro strolled in, rubbing his face with his palms. Taking the glass from the bedside table that contained water he gave it to me.

"Here drink this first." I did what he said and started gulping it immediately.

"Not so fast Bambina" Ales said taking the glass from my hand, I wanted to argue with him because I was still thirsty, but decided against it.

He rolled down the sleeve of his shirt and placed a hand on the back of my head bringing it a little close, I tried not to tense as he brought his hand close to my mouth and rubbed it with the rim of the shirt.

Now I felt more of a baby.

"Where are we" I asked again straightening my hair with my hands. The little thing that my brother did for me made my heart tug and warmth spread in it. It didn't make me feel like someone was trying to trap me.

"We're home" he replied and my eyes went wide. We were home already when did we reach?

Seeing my horrid expression he replied. "You slept in the car and I didn't wanted to wake you up so I carried you on the plane and then we landed and now were here."

"Okay" I replied. That's all I had to say.

"Are you still tired" He asked and I could see the worry laced in his eyes the way his eyebrows scrunched as he questioned me. It was a foreign sight to see people worried about me. I almost smile. I felt content to know that I would rely on someone. Maybe a little.