Drunken Mistake..........or not? #Wattys2015

Starting Over Again

Starting Over Again

Cassandra

“Alright, and this one right here.” I said pointing at the golden colored drapes.

“This’ll mesh perfectly with the room décor.” Lissa, my newly appointed assistant,

said, looking around.

“Now, I need some mosaic for the walls.” I murmured, lost in my thoughts. It had

taken only a week’s worth of home imprisonment to drive me completely crazy. To

say he was adamant on his decision was an understatement. He had basically cut me

off from the rest of the world, saying it was for my own benefit. Getting the room

completely dust-free was alright, but giving me only healthy food for all my meals

was crossing the line.

“Salvatore!” I practically yelled.

“What! What happened?” he came rushing, paranoid as ever.

“Nothing happened to me, but I can’t say the same for you.” I gritted out.

“Huh? What are you talking about? Are you feeling alright?” he said, touching my

forehead for temperature. I could almost feel the steam coming out of my ears. “You

seem fine, should I call Dr. Samantha……” and I lost it.

“Stop!” I yelled, throwing my hands in exhaustion. “Just stop!”

“What…….” He started but I held up a hand to stop him. A girl can only take so

much.

“This is enough, Salvatore. This….” I said, waving my hand around “is enough!” I

said, or rather yelled, with my face flushed with anger.

“Cass…..” but I was having none of it.

“How long do you think you can keep me like this?” I asked in an incredulous

voice as understanding drawn on his face. Opened his mouth to speak but I cut him

off. “No, Salvatore, enough is enough. You can’t keep me in here forever, I won’t let

you.” I said, suddenly on the verge of tears. Salvatore, whose face was a mask of

anger, looked shocked at my sudden mood-swing. But he quickly recovered as he

came forward and wrapped his arms around me. And I let him, burying my head in

his chest.

“What do you want to do?” he asked after a moment, his voice soft as a feather.

“I want to go back to work.” I replied hesitantly. His arms tightened around.

“Cassandra….” He started but I interrupted, hell-bent on making him see my

point.

“I can’t stay in here forever, lazing around, doing nothing.” I knew he was about

to speak again, saying that what he had was enough for the three of us. Hat what he

had was now mine as well. But I squeezed his waist, making in stop. “I know, I