88.
Amelia's POV
The papers fell off my hands as the sound of the footsteps increased. Was someone out there?
I didn't know what to do. I stood like a dumbass, rooted to a spot; like one whose brain has been nibbled on by a zombie.
My heart stopped beating when everywhere went silent and I heard no footsteps anymore. Did the person turn back?
Two minutes, three, four. Still no sound. I sighed, dropping onto the floor.
I was damn scared. I looked at the medical report for the last time before putting it back into the safe.
I didn't stop crying when I got back into the room. I would stay up until Alessandro came back. He had a lot of things to explain to me.
He had to explain to me if the medical report was real and what his sister meant back there.
I couldn't keep my eyes open, my head was too messed up. I didn't wake up until morning and when I did, Alessandro's face was the first thing I saw.
I gulped down in fear as I stared into his angry eyes. I couldn't keep looking at him and I gripped the bedsheets to lessen the tension within me.
I froze when he grabbed my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. I winced when he dug in deeper and I couldn't help but cry.
"W...what are you doing?" I whimpered, my face wet with tears. The provocation plastered on his face didn't falter. He kept his gaze fixed on me and I felt like the ground would soon open and swallow me up.
"Can you ever be an obedient lamb for once in your life, Amelia?" He seethed, his teeth grinding against one another.
My eyes popped out in fear. Did he find out that I left the room yesterday even when he told me not to?
I'm dead, so dead.
"I saw the footage." He blurted out, his tone a mixture of anger and impatience. "You went into my study room and went through the documents I kept in the safe." He mentioned and my heart dropped to my stomach.
"I...I…" I was short of words. I didn't know what to say. Should I lie about it or admit it? That would be a bad idea. He went through the footage already.
How could I have been so stupid? I should've known that there'd be CCTVs in the study room.
"What gave you the guts to go through my things? How did you get to know the password. Have you been stalking me!" He spat, his jaws clenched together.
I sniffed as he pinned me to the bed, his hands wrapped around my neck in a tight grasp.
Why should he get angry? I should be the one doing this and not him.
"What do I even mean to you?" I croaked, struggling to breathe. "I saw the medical report." I said and slowly he released my neck.
"You're suffering from a malignant brain tumor and you didn't bother to let me know? Is this w..what love means?" I cried and his eyes shifted from the earlier anger. Was it remorse? Or guilt? It was hard to decipher.
"Y...you claimed you loved me Alessandro."
"S...shut up!" He growled, standing up and grabbing his head. "just shut the fuck up!" He tightened his fists in anger, hitting them on the nightstand.
My tears increased as he turned to me, his face glistening with fierce anger.
"You don't love me Alessandro!" I screamed, "it's…. it's just a lie. You don't even show it. All you do is being cruel and rigid!" He turned to me, yanking my chin as he pinned me between his arms.
"Shut up! This is all your fault. If you had listened to me then there wouldn't be a moment like this. Besides, it's nothing serious. It's just a fucking medical report, why are you so angry? It's me who has the tumor and not you."
I chuckled, shutting my eyes as I struggled to fight back my tears.
"Do you even know what malignant brain tumor means?!" I yelled at his face. "It keeps spreading, Sandro. You're... you are dying slowly. Is this the reason behind your difficulty in sleeping? I've never seen you take any medications, Do you even care about yourself?"
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU SPEAK!" He shouted, his veins popping out. I facepalmed myself, I didn't want to see his face. He looked like the devil himself. It was hard to look into those angered green orbs.
He began breaking things, from the flower vase to his Rolex wristwatches, the glass cup I didn't remember placing on the nightstand. He smashed everything.
His chest heaved up and down. I have never seen him go wild this way.
I swear he was going to kill me if I said another word butbi wasn't ready to keep it down, not until he made everything clear.
"I… overheard the discussion with your sister last night." I began and a surprised expression washed over his face. I smirked, yeah he should be stunned.
"Who are the mafia men who are after me? What truth are you hiding from me? I've always asked you this but you keep turning things the other way, treating me like I was some fool!" I paused, getting down the bed and grabbing his hand. "I want to know everything now. Why do you have my childhood photo with you? Why is it hard to remember that face?" I demanded and his eyes flickered with guilt as he looked away from me.
"Is it a crime to have your childhood photo?" He scoffed, "besides, not everyone remembers how they look like when they were young, it's not like you're the first person? Also, noone is after you. You might have did some eavesdropping yesterday but it is really necessary we were speaking about you? Adelaide never mentioned your name."
"I knew you were going to lie to me." I gave a dramatic laugh and he looked at me with a confused expression like I had gone crazy. "Id you're not ready to tell me the truth then release me and let me go in search of it, Alessandro."
"It's dangerous, Amelia!" He warned, raising his index finger at me.
I shrugged, rolling my eyes at him. "I don't care if I die finding it. Everything seems odd, I'm in a darkness I cannot comprehend. The lies you keep telling me are like fire and they keep consuming me! Will I stay and burn forever?" I told him as I walked towards the door.
"Don't stop me" I warned but as adamant as he was, he wouldn't listen.
I expected this.
He yanked me closer to me, his hands around my waist in a tight grasp. His green eyes locked unto mine, his warm breath like a soft breeze blowing away my worries.
"You will only listen to me, amoretto." He rasped, his voice coming out with a strange softness. It wasn't there earlier. Oh how he changed so quick!
"The outside world is dangerous." He said, his forehead leaning against mine. "More then you think, dolcezza." He added and next, I felt his lips on mine. His fingers crawled up my skin and he caressed my body, sending goosebumps ripping across my skin.
No, I didn't want him to kiss me. I didn't want him to touch me. I didn't plan to fall this way, not now.
Why did he always succeed in making me fall?
He lifted me in his arms and I was lost in his kiss until I felt him shift my panties.