“What about your parent?” Melody softly asks, not wanting to hear the answer.
“They kind of… unpredictable. I can’t confirm that my parent wouldn’t do anything to you,” he added.
“Sir, don’t make me suspense!!” Melody whines.
“I didn’t! I just warn you,” he grins. “My parent got a record of…”
“Of what? Spill it out!!” she fully turns to him.
Damian looks at her, “Of torturing people. You might be… one of their targets.”
Just hearing that makes Melody feel numb. She couldn’t feel anything but shiver through her body. She hugs herself, rubbing her arms. What if what this old man said is true? She knows she can’t trust him fully.
Melody shakes her head and taps her cheeks. Think positive! She keeps repeating it in her head.
“Are you going to just stay in the car or come out?” Damian leaning at the side of her door.
Melody flinch. She looked up and found out that they already arrived at the grocery store. She was too busy thinking about that stuff until she didn’t realise they already arrived.
“O-Oh… sorry,” Melody quickly gets out and shuts the car door.
Damian couldn’t get rid of his smirks. Seeing her in distress state gives satisfaction to him. They walk into the grocery store. He grabs the basket and throws it to her.
Melody yelps and catches the basket. She lets out a relieved sigh as she catches it. She glares at Damian from the back. Damian leads her to every section. He just grabs the stuff that is stated on the list and throws it in the basket.
The basket getting heavy and heavy.
“Mr. Angelo, is there more?” she struggling to hold the heavy basket.
“Let me see…” he looking at the list on his phone.
Melody’s arms are trembling. She knows this old man did this on purpose. How she wish she could smack his head off.
“Hm… everything looks fine but we should check it thoroughly…” Damian murmurs.
She couldn’t hold it anymore. Her small delicate hands couldn’t get the hang of it. Melody drops the heavy basket and falls on Damian’s feet.
“Argh!!”
Damian grunts in pain. He crouches down, holding the pain. Melody starts to panic. She didn’t mean to do that.
“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Angelo. It just… that basket is heavy…” she explains in a nervous state.
“You… little fucking minx…” he looks up with darkened gazes.
Melody gulps. Without a second thought, she ran off leaving him there. Damian sighs, rubbing his feet before picking the stuff. He wanted to burst out just now but unfortunately, it was his fault.
He knows that girl is small and fragile and yet, he keeps teasing her by letting her hold that heavy basket.
Melody waiting for him outside, leaning on the car. She fiddled with her fingers getting nervous. The last thing she wants is to be shot by Mr. Angelo. She knows that she always teased him but not in this way.
Damian came out holding the grocery bag. He standing in front of her, towering over her small frame.
“I-I’m sorry, sir…” she said softly.
“Well, be glad that I still can walk,” he grumbles.
“You are not that weak…” she mumbles under her breath thinking he didn’t hear it.
Damian narrows his eyes on her. Then, he puts the grocery bag in her arms making her stumble a bit.
“S-Sir!”
“Put it in the trunk,” he walks to the other side of the car and gets inside.
Melody huffs. Such a demand old man.
After a moment, they finally arrive at Damian’s parent. Melody gets nervous every second. Damian’s words keep repeating in her mind. She fiddled with her fingers.
“Let’s go,” Damian speaks as he gets out of the car.
Melody takes a deep breath before getting out of the car and follows him. Each step she takes makes her tense.
They stop in front of the front door. Damian rang the bell. He glanced at her with a smirk as he could see the state she was in. He never felt this satisfied whenever he did this. He only felt satisfied when killing someone.
“You look scared. Are you okay there?” he smirks.
“Don’t ask something that you know the answer,” she glares at him.
Damian chuckles and shakes his head slightly. The door opens and reveals Mrs. Gabriella and Mr. Flavio. Soon their eyes met, and Mrs. Gabriella squealed and hugged him.
“Oh gosh, you guys finally come!” she giggles.
“We got the stuff you want,” Damian raises the plastic bag.
“Thank you, son,” she smiles. Then, her eyes met Melody who standing there looking tense, “This must be your wife that you talk about!”
“Yes, she is,” he nods.
“H-Hello, I’m Melody…” Melody smiles a bit.
Mrs. Gabriella looks at her from head to toe, wondering why she looks tense. She could see this girl was scared about something.
“Um… come in both of you,” Mrs Gabriella.
Melody follows Damian closely from behind. Her eyes darted around the house. She keeps thinking if there’s any trap here.
“Take a seat,” Mr. Flavio gestured to them.
Melody is about to sit but Mrs. Gabriella grabs her arms, “Melody, let’s help me cook, yeah?”
Her eyes widen. She looks at Damian asking for help. There’s no way she will be alone with someone who might kill her. Damian who saw it just smirks at her and leans on the couch.
“Go help mum, sweetie,” he grins.
Melody gritted her teeth getting frustrated with him. She getting dragged by Mrs. Gabriella to the kitchen.
“I’m sorry for the late dinner. We got some work and it making me tired that’s why I’m asking your help, I’m sorry,” Mrs. Gabriella huffs.
“W-Work?” Melody gulps.
“Yes, work, dear. Me and my husband have to clean a lot of things,” she sighs, taking the stuff out of the groceries.
“A lot of things we got to clean off,” Mrs. Gabriella complained about her work.
“Clean? What do you mean ‘clean’?” Melody frowns.
Mrs. Gabriella chuckles, “Dear, our jobs are messy. We make a lot of mess and we don’t want to let it stay like that.”
Her words make Melody think of other stuff. What if Mrs Gabriella mentioned that she and her husband were torturing someone? Or killing someone? She clutched her skirts, holding herself from crying.
“We will make some simple dinner since I know that all of us are hungry right now,” Mrs Gabriella chuckles.
She keeps her head down, trying to stop herself from trembling. Melody never felt this scared not even to Damian. Suddenly, Mrs. Gabriella standing in front of her.
“Dear, are you okay?” Mrs. Gabriella questioned in worry.
Melody raised her head, and there she saw Mrs Gabriella holding a knife. She screams so loud.
Mr. Flavio who heard it flinch. He looks behind realising the screams from Melody. He looks at Damian who looks calm and unbothered.
“Your wife… is screaming. You do hear that right?” he arches his eyebrows.
“Yeah, I heard it,” Damian chuckles. Finally, hearing her screams ends everything. He never felt this thrilled before.
Mr Flavio who see his son’s expression stunned for a moment. Not even once did Damian chuckle and have that kind of expression before except for delivering pain to someone.