Mia’s pov
As the hot water poured down my body and washed off the sweat and grime off my body, I still couldn’t find it in me to be relaxed. Everything in me was taut with nervousness and it was for a very reasonable cause.
After Lorenzo had asked me to go take a shower, I had done just that, because I knew I was in no place to ask questions.
It felt like I was a sacrificial lamb that was being washed before it got slaughtered. That made the fear inside of me to triple, which prompted me into shoving that thought away from the front of my mind.
He had clearly been furious. Despite his face being blank most of the time, it wasn’t hard for me to notice the anger burning in his eyes. This was unlike the other times whereby he had been mad at me here and there. Tonight’s own was definitely a completely different thing, which in other words, means that I was totally done for.
I let out a sigh as I exited the bathroom and toweled my hair dry. The shower felt very relaxing after the kind of day I had been through, but my heart wouldn’t stop beating fast no matter what.
I looked through my closet for something to wear while wondering what it is that Lorenzo was gonna do to me tonight.
Was he gonna kill me tonight?
Did he rescue me just to kill me as punishment for disobeying him?
So many thoughts ran through my mind as I picked out a tank top and a pair of shorts, because there wasn’t anything longer in my closet except I wanted to wear of one those flimsy nightwears of those tiny skirts.
As I ran a comb through my hair, I couldn’t help but think back to how he had cupped my face moments before he had motioned for me to go take a shower. His touch had felt featherlight and if I hadn’t been seeing the anger in his eyes in that moment, I might have deluded myself into thinking that he was holding me that way because he was grateful to have me back alive or something along that line.
Despite how much I wanted to stall some more, I knew I couldn’t because I couldn’t risk making him any angrier than he currently is. And so, with my heart lodged in my throat, I exited the bedroom and quietly shut the door after me.
I made sure to take a last look around the room before leaving it because it felt like I wouldn’t be seeing it ever again since I’d be dying tonight.
As I climbed down the stairs, I expected to see Lorenzo right in front of the couch, waiting for me with a gun in hand or something. Confusion coursed through me on finding the bedroom empty and I glanced around for a few seconds, not knowing what to think or do next.
“Come over here.”
It was Lorenzo’s voice, from the kitchen. How he figured out that I was already here despite me trying to be as quiet as possible was beyond me. I let out a slow sigh and forced my hands to remain still at my side as I made my way over to the kitchen.
My feet stuttered to a stop as soon as I stepped into the kitchen and spotted him at the other side of the kitchen where the dining room area was positioned at. He was sipping on what was definitely alcohol, but that wasn’t what made me halt in my tracks, it was the fact that the table was set… with food on it.
I glanced up from it and my eyes caught Lorenzo’s, but I was quick to avert them because he had one of his brows arched at me.
He motioned me over with a flicker of his index finger in a come hither motion and as if on automatic mode, I found my walking forward till I was standing a few feet away from him. He took one look at me, eyes trailing over my body for a moment right before he nodded at one of the seats around the dining table.
“Sit.”
I swallowed emptily and instantly did as told. Confusion coursed through my veins as I stiffly sat in the seat while not knowing what to make of all of this.
He had clearly been angry at me. He had definitely asked me to go shower but it certainly hasn’t been because he wanted me to come eat. And why would he even set the table and invite me to come eat when he was clearly angry at me?
I didn’t know what to make of all of these and it only made me more nervous than I was before. When Lorenzo decided to sit, it was the one closest to me that he took instead of the one opposite me that he’d usually do. I swallowed emptily as I continued to stare down at my fingers, not knowing what to think or do in a moment like this.
“Eat.” He said, voice a little gruff and I sat straighter and nodded my head stiffly. The food was a simple dinner and the heat emitting from it showed that he had definitely microwaved them. The obvious question here was… why?
“I know you haven’t eaten shit today yet so you better start shoving food into your mouth now.” His voice pierced through my thoughts after a few minutes had passed and I still hadn’t moved to load my plate with food. I jolted a little from the unexpectedness of his voice and instantly began to load my plate to avoid angering him more, even though I had no appetite due to how nervous I currently am.
The fact that he was sitting this close to me made my heart remain lodged in my throat throughout and at one point, I choked on the rice I was chewing for over five minutes. Lorenzo leveled me with a look but remained silent, and that was all I needed to force my food down my throat without choking on it again.
I wanted to ask a lot of questions but I knew better than to actually do that, and so I remained silent and ate my food… or tried to, at least.