Rosseta Donnatiello is a seventeen-year-old girl. She's marvelous, literally and figuratively. Every boy crave her, however she's to bashful to be in relationship. Finally, one day she's forced to go to the party where she meets Emiliano.
Emiliano C...
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"Volevo che si divertisse un po', non sapevo potesse finire così." A second voice broke in, but with a much more composed tone than the previous one. (Translation: I wanted her to have a little fun, I didn't know it could end like this.)
"Sapevi che era dannatamente pericoloso qui, lei non appartiene a questo posto!" (Translation: You knew it was fucking dangerous here, she doesn't belong here.)
I slowly started to open my heavy eyelids. I felt an increasing pain on my cheek. I was in an unfamiliar room, in a pleasnt bed. After a while, I realized what had recently happened and what I had gone through.
"Could you speak more quietly?" I asked, gaining the attention of both men.
Emiliano came over to me, sitting on the bed next to me, asking, "How are you feeling?"
I grabbed my cheek, hissing, "My cheek just burns." He nodded, turning towards William.
He came up to me and said, "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have bringing you here." It was obvious that he regretted his decision.
"Don't worry, you had no control over it," I told him smiling. It was true, he had no influence on what happened.
"If he hadn't invited you, you wouldn't be in this situation," Emiliano interjected, gritting his teeth.
"Leave him alone, he apologized," I informed him sincerely, grabbing his hand, which made his eyes fall to my hand.
"Did you fucking see yourself? You have a split lip and bruises on your stomach!" Suddenly Emiliano became furious, got out of bed and punched the wall.
I didn't know whether I should be frightened of him now or what. His sudden changes in mood were becoming normal to me. One moment he was calm, the next he would fly into a frenzy and want to destroy the entire room. It seemed to me that he had issues with controlling his anger.
He left the room, leaving us alone. William sat on the bed, resting his hands on his knees and then tangled them in his hair.
"Why is he acting like this?" Suddenly I asked, not knowing if I wanted to know the answer.
"I can't tell you much. Just know that he has some reasons for behaving this way." He replied without revealing much, practically nothing.
"What happened to the man that punched me?" I decided to question again.
"All I can tell you is that he'll never hurt you again." I realized that I was getting the bare minimum. I knew I couldn't count on more, everyone has their bigger and smaller secrets.
"You both killed him?"
An exhale came out of his mouth, this is where I crossed the line. It was certain that no one would confess to any crime. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that these people were not saints and had their own arrangements behind their backs.
