Sofia’s pov
The feeling of disbelief running through my veins right now is one which I’m yet to wrap my head around even though I’ve been frozen in the same spot for long seconds.
A sharp stab of pain which shot through the middle of my head made me let out a sharp cry and hurriedly clutch my head.
I couldn’t believe I had brought this upon myself, with my own hands.
“You must be having a really horrible hangover right now, you should use these pain killers.” Luca’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts, startling me and causing me to wince because another stab of pain shot through my head.
Luca began to move towards me but I forced myself to held out a hand even though doing something as simple as that made another pain shoot through my head.
“Don’t touch me.”
The words sounded heavy on my tongue and I almost gagged from how bad my mouth tasted.
“I only want to give you these pain killers.” Luca murmured quietly, sounding almost resigned and I forced my eyes close while silently counting from one to ten.
Once I was done counting, I focused my gaze on him before starting to speak. “I don’t want them.”
“You need them, bunny. Your head is hurting and–”
A shot of pain coursed through me this time, but it wasn’t through my head this time, it was through my heart.
“Don’t call me that.” I spat out as I slowly slid out of the bed, roughly shoving the covers off my body. Everything around me smelled so strongly of Luca, so strongly of the scent I strongly craved since the moment I checked into the hotel room, two days ago.
I couldn’t believe I let myself get drunk last night.
As I stood up fully, another pain stabbed through my head and I cursed softly beneath my breath while squeezing my eyes tightly.
Drinking alcohol officially sucks, and there’s no way I’d ever try it again.
Luca was still situated at the other side of the bed when I glanced up once again, causing our eyes to lock. It held for a few moments before I glanced away and truded towards the bathroom.
Bile bubbled in my throat as flashes of what happened last night at the club began to run through my head and I almost felt disgusted in myself for being that careless. Thinking about it now is making me realize how easily I could have been poisoned and kidnapped last night.
I splashed water on my face once situated in the bathroom, heart clenching in pain as I remembered how hard I was crying through the night in my drunken state. I couldn’t remember everything that happened clearly but I could remember some bits, like when Luca came for me and how I didn’t put up a fight when he brought him home with me like the weak, drunk bitch that I was last night.
My mouth tinned in irritation at myself over that thought and I hurriedly brushed my teeth, chosing to ignore my reflection after that because I looked like I haven’t had a good sleep in a weak, and the circles around my eyes easily gave off the fact that I’ve cried my eyes out, literally.
I stormed out of the bathroom after some minutes, headed straight for the walk in closet where I began to throw somethings into a bag without wasting any time.
“I’m so sorry, Sofia. I really mean it, I swear it.” Luca’s voice echoed from behind me, causing me to freeze for a moment before continuing from where I’d left up with my packing.
Luca continued to apologise after that but I acted deaf, because I really wasn’t ready to do this right now.
“I’m not accepting your apology, Luca. You can’t make me.” I pointed out without stopping to glance at him.
Luca didn’t say a word after that, and I continued to throw in at least a week’s worth of belongings. Once I was zipping the bag up, Luca’s voice made me halt in my tracks.
“I won’t let you leave.”
His voice was chillingly cold, causing me to flinch. I remained frozen for a few seconds before slowly turning around till I was staring up at him, and this time, I allowed myself to actually look at him.
He looked like he has gotten hit by a truck, and I could bet that he hadn’t gotten any actual sleep so far.
Which is fair, I guess.
I inhaled deeply before starting to speak, arms folded and mouth set in a thin line. “Are you going to hold me hostage? Against my own will?”
My voice wasn’t just quiet, it was accusatory, because I knew he’d never ever force me to do something I don’t want to.
Luca flinched, mouth hanging open for a moment. “What? Of course not, you know I’d never do that.” He responded, voice low and drained, and then he inched towards me before continuing, voice softening this time.
“I’m only asking you to stay because I don’t want to lose you, because I don’t want you to leave again… please.”
I stared at him for a moment longer once he was done speaking, and then I averted my gaze, taking a step away from him to put some much needed distance between us.
“You clearly didn’t think of this when you were fucking Lola.” I accused with enough bite in my voice, watching as Luca flinched once again.
“Sofia, that was a mistake that I regretted immediately, I swear it.”
“Is this supposed to make me feel better? Because it’s making me feel worse.” I spat out, jaw clenched. “When did it happen?”
Luca hesitated for a moment before responding. “Some weeks before your exhibition.”
I blinked in shock while trying to put two and two together, recollecting that period whereby he suddenly pulled away from me and when I had no one on the actual day of the exhibition, because of this same woman who had the audacity to come introduce herself to me like she was interested in my arts…
Thinking about all of that right now made me even more enraged, and perhaps too enraged to even attempt to say something else, which was why I ended up letting out a long exhale after a few minutes before speaking.
“I’m leaving.”