Standing under the running tap, my mind wandered back to what transpired minutes ago.

ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡, 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔.

Ahhhhhh!!! Ughhhhh!!! Why so coooooold I screamed as the water immediately turned cold, my nipples hardened from the coolness.

I need to go out I need to feel the morning sun, the afternoon tan and the evening cool breeze I'm sick of these walls and I am also starving I need burger, chips, fries, chocolate my morning coffee ughhhhh I'm going insane I need food and books.

Coming down the stairs I was welcomed with an overwhelming aroma wanting to know what it is and dreading to run into Mr Cassano my life has been a turnout of events since I met Vincenzo.

Uhmmmmm yum pancakes yippee I thought you only cook Italian dishes Rosalie I said to her as took In the beautiful image of the dinning table.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 rosalie said to me
i blushed bright pink am not one that is used to compliments but i was curious as to why she thinks so.

what changed i asked her
𝑹: 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆, she said with a smile on her face
I was speechless after her confession that weird though cause I was feeling so down today but for some reason her words lighten my mood.

I smiled at her speechless not sure of what to say to her I guess I should be always wake up looking like this aiye I said to her jokingly she only returned a warm smile my way, it made me miss MUM.

A mother I didn't get a chance of meeting, the nuns always told me that she died during child birth sometimes they'd ignore my questions shoving me aside I always felt like I didn't belong in that place I still had this gutting feeling of guilt eating me up Everytime I remember their words "𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖" I often times felt disgusted about myself thinking if I didn't exist she would still be living, suicidal thoughts crossed my mind every now and then but I'm just so selfish and I love myself to much

People called me weird sometimes cause I tend to look at the positive side of every situation I guess that's why people call me bubbly, I must say it never crossed my mind to ask about dad cause anytime I ask bout mom they said she was alone at her time of death so I guessed I assumed he dead or he abandoned mom, either way I ruled out DAD from my life.

What if just what if I grew up differently would I be in Italy? would I be here today? my story would have been different I would never have met Mr Cassano! Rosa!, mrs Rosalie! Mr santino! Leo! I would never have met them and is that what I'd want ?do I regret meeting them!!!.

I closed that chapter in my head unsure of any possible answers I was so lost in my thought i didn't realize when Mr Cassano waltz into the dinning room, took his seat reading his newspaper.

Rosalie what do you think should I always be this hopeful I said oblivious of my surroundings, will me being hopeful get me out of this hell hole I said as I looked up at her.

She gave me a weird look
𝑹: 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔
but you said it looked pretty on me so you should know right

𝒐𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐? and uninvited voice spoke i whipped my head fast almost twisting it out of angle, hope my foot!!!!!.

I looked at him wondering how he appears at unexpected times is he perhaps tracking me the way he averted his gaze from me back to his paper I thought to myself ora he ever eat or is he perhaps a blood sucker like the one I read in the library oh! I hope not cause I am dead meat if he is what if he is just fattening me up so he can a lifetime meal with me I looked at him suspiciously.

That was a slip of the tongue I didn't mean it I found myself mouth moving saying things my part was against.

He eyed me knowingly I looked at him memories of last night and this morning still fresh in my head I averted my gaze as I fondled with my shirt I looked back realizing that Rosalie ditched me great now I'm alone in this room with him I bit hard on my lips unsure of what his next move would be..

He stood up placing his paper neatly on the table I shrinked into the dining table as he took slow steady steps my way am I still scared of him? Would he slap me for that? I froze as I felt his finger on my lips removing them from my killer teeth
𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆

I looked up at him, his words were setting fireworks in me why is he suddenly affectionate gosh I need to get laid I'm getting sexually frustrated my lips itched I felt like tasting his I was thinking out of proportion my hands moved upward reaching for his face wanting to take off his mask his hands suddenly shot up and held mine in mid air that brought me back to reality.

I....am......so.....rrry, I........d...idn't re....aliz...e what I was doing I stuttered out as I tried yanking my hand out  of his
𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 he said as he pulled me closer into himself and threatened,𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎p𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 i gulped down the bile that formed in my throat engraving it in my head never to make such attempt.

I watched his retreating figure as he walked out of the dining room I looked at the food on the table as I lost my appetite I decided on going to the library but I need something sweet I walked into the kitchen checked the freezer.

Where do they stock the ice cream for crying out loud, I immediately remembered Rosalie going into the freezer room I walked towards the door luckily it wasn't locked I immediately went it, it was freezing in here like I was in Antarctica I rushed over to the Mimi buckets of ice cream I saw mixed flavours I took vanilla mixed with chocolate my favourite I headed out and found the door shut did someone come in, I rushed to the door tried opening but it had no handle inside It can only be opened from the outside.

Panicked set in it was getting colder my throat was sore and my lungs were as if they on fire from so much screaming I guess this room is soundproofed, caused I have been screaming for up to 8 minutes and no one has heard did he perhaps planned on killing me this way it was getting colder I felt my blood running cold I soon started crying for my mum there was nothing to cover up and I wasn't wearing something that could cover me up  I was just in sweats and a tank top now I'm regretting my choice of attire..

I shoved myself to a corner I cuddled up my self unable to lick the ice cream I came here for, is this how my life ends maybe I'd meet mum on the other side I couldn't even say goodbye to Rosa saint.

Mr Cassano oh Mr Cassano my life this past few months had been a turn out of events a movie that Mr Cassano had the remote in his hand I never got the chance to yell at his face to even see his face I wanted to count all his tattoos  I wanted to know more about him I wanted to uncover his deepest desires I wanted him to yearn me as I have yearned him for the past few months I wanted my name on his lips not Olivia or any other woman's name I wanted him to be my man.

Is this me talking or the cold talking, it been over an hour thirty minutes  I have been locked up in here I was slowly losing hope on life my eyes were drooping It was a bloody battle within me trying to keep my eyes open I felt remorseful for myself I guess I could have committed suicide long ago maybe it was destined for me not to come into this harsh world.

A lone tear rolled down my cheek and dropped onto the floor I looked at it as it turned ice my mind tired of holding my body and all hope I had was already frozen like my heart.

Angel!!!!!!! I heard maybe my imaginations with that I gave up the ghost.