The Perfect Sin

21

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Sofia caught up with me earlier to ask what happened after Renzo ordered her out of my room yesterday to find out what happened between Davide and I.

I reluctantly filled her in on the details, letting her know about Davide and also Leandro. She rolled her eyes in annoyance at her brother but didn't comment much on it.

Not that there's really anything she can say on the subject. Her bother is a short tempered, out of control maniac, who is hellbent on making my life miserable apparently.

Don't even get me started on Renzo.

It's the men. They're the problem. If we could just get rid of all of them and it just be me, Sofia, Anna and Cora, it would be fine.

She asked to see the new camera Renzo purchased for me to use and took a few pictures of me, which she found amusing. Apparently I'm photogenic. I most definitely aren't.

I don't think Renzo would be too happy if he thought we were playing around with a camera that probably costs more then my mother's entire life insurance.

Then again, I don't think Renzo is ever happy about anything. Oh, perhaps death. That seems to create some sense of emotion in him.

Evens the thought of that makes me feel uneasy. I wonder how long this will last until he's done with me. A few weeks? Months? Years?

Surely he won't want to keep me around for that long. Right?

With a frustrated sigh, I run my hands over my face as I stare at my reflection in the en-suite mirror. I look so tired. Not a tired from a lack of sleep, but a tired from pure exhaustion — mentally and physically.

Tired from worrying, fearing what the day ahead of me might bring. Tired of even wondering if I'll make it through the day.

Tired of trying to avoid Davide and Leandro. Feeling physically sick at the fact that a lock on my door may not be enough to keep either of them out of my bedroom.

I'm just so tired of everything,

Adjusting the towel around my body, I turn on the cold water and splash some onto my face. It's fresh against my skin, even thought I've not long got out of the shower.

When I lift my head again, I look back into the mirror and gasp when I see Renzo stood behind me in the reflection.

Instinctively, my hand shoots up and grips onto the towel firmly, preventing it from falling down. I turn to face him, leaning back against the counter and staring at him.

He seems completely calm, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed while he watches me. His eyes confidently roam across my body, down the towel and then to my bare feet, before they slowly trail back up to my face again.

His expression remains unreadable, his jaw noticeably tightening though. I can almost hear my pulse in my ears, feeling it begin to quicken the longer Renzo continues staring at me.

"You didn't lock the door." He says, cocking his head to the side little.

I clear my throat, suddenly feeling my mouth turning completely dry. The silence between us is so loud and so uncomfortable.