☠︎︎Azrael☠︎︎
I sat in the back seat of the car, Rosie sniffling beside me.
We arrived in Italy three hours ago.
I bought her something to eat, and now Lev is driving us to her parents' house.
She's excited to see them but also nervous and scared, and I don't fucking know why.
The car came to a stop, and Lev opened the door for us.
"I'll be waiting here, boss," he said.
I nodded and pointed at a small blue building.
Her parents seem rich-the house isn't big, but it's in a good neighbourhood.
I pointed at the door.
"Go. I'll be here."
She bit her lip, looking away.
"Go, Rosie," I ordered again.
She shook her head, holding out her arms for me. I sighed.
"I said go."
She's making this harder for me.
A tear fell down her cheek as she held Loli tightly to her.
I took a deep breath and got back in the car, leaving her standing there.
"Серьёзно, ты не собираешься с ней попрощаться?" (Seriously you're not going to say goodbye to her?)
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled, my breathing picking up.
It's okay.
She'll be better here.
You can't keep her forever.
She's not safe with you.
I raised the sleeve of my shirt a bit, exposing the bow on my wrist.
Yes, I didn't fucking have the urge to remove it.
I started to fidget with it, looking out of the window.
She stood in front of the house door, looking so fucking beautiful in a beige trench coat, a white fitted tank top underneath, and a pair of light blue flared jeans with beige slip-on shoes.
Amelia and Ivan bought her that outfit as a gift.
She knocked on the door, and a minute later, an old man opened it-her father.
His hair was white, and his face showed signs of age.
He seemed to be in his early sixties.
They both stood quietly for a minute, and suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped her really hard.
My eyes widened, and I immediately got out of the car, Lev trailing behind me.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I approached them, grabbing Rosie by the arm and pushing her behind me.
Her hand was on her cheek, tears streaming down her face.
Is he crazy?
"Che diavolo ci fai qui, eh?" (What the hell are you doing here huh?)
I didn't understand shit, but I could tell he was really mad, just like me.
A blonde woman, who looked like an older version of Rosie, approached.
She looked old but not as much as her husband.
"Rosa?!" she gasped, putting her hand on her husband's shoulder.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Rosie
Romance"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. Stupid kids. They were gathered around something, laughing and kicking at it. ...
