The Next Day
PIETRO GIACOMETTI
All night, I had been unable to sleep. And no, it wasn’t because of lack of peace or whatever reason people don’t get to sleep. It was because I wanted to note every fucking second I spent with my Peaches in my arms.
After last night, she had clung onto me and I had been more than willing to sleep beside her, holding her close to me like I have always wanted to. I should have made her stay with me way before this time.
“Hmm.” there was a small, cute sound from her as she stirred awake slowly, her lashes fluttering.
“Good morning, Peaches.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead and her beautiful eyes opened to look into mine. For the next few seconds, she just stared, her body stiffening in my arms but the next second, she recoiled away from me and rolled to the other side of the bed.
Fuck this bed for being big enough for that.
“What are you…” She was definitely about to ask what I was doing in her bed.
“You asked me to stay. I am here with your consent, Miss. Caily Galileo.” I shrugged lightly, sitting up on the bed.
“Consent? With my consent?” She asked, kneeling on the bed and staring at me with eyes full of rage. I didn’t mind though. As long as she was looking at me with those pretty eyes, it didn’t matter.
“Right.” I affirmed her question.
“And we could have done a lot more, with your consent too of course.” I added and saw her eyes widen momentarily.
“You bastard!” She grabbed a pillow and threw it at me, getting up from the bed and standing on the other side of it.
Too far. She was too far from me now.
“You should have known I wasn’t in my right senses last night! Why… Why would I ever do… Do… Do all that in my right senses?!” She raised her voice.
And there we go, my little angel playing her little game of denial yet again.
“So you are going to put it to you not being in your right senses whenever you let your true desires out?” I asked, getting out of bed too and walking over to her. I needed to be closer to her, to close that distance and just put between us.
“True… What true desires?” Her voice stuttered a little as she moved a few steps back.
“I don’t know what you do to me that makes me lose control but I do not want you as much as you think I do…”
“Really?” I cut her off as her back hit the wall behind her. I put a hand to the wall and looked down into her pretty eyes.
“And how much do you think I think that you want me?” I questioned.
“I… I don’t care. Just don’t think too highly of yourself, Pietro Giacometti. I… I will never be your woman or anything. It’d do you well to just give up now and find someone else whose father you have not killed.” Bitterness laced her voice as she spoke and I hated it. I hated the bitterness in her voice and the anger in her eyes as she brought that night up. I hated that up until this fucking moment, Caily still could not seem to hate that bastard she called her father.
“Exactly!”
“We are back to your father, the reason you left me behind and didn’t look back even once all these years. I am the monster and he is not?” I questioned and felt a dull ache in my heart. An ache only she could cause and only she could heal.
“You seem to have built a world where the only monster in it is me, where no one else can become a monster no matter what they do. Even after all these years, you still think I was the one who did something fucking wrong, right? And that’s why you asked me to stay away from you. That is why you left me, Caily. Yeah, I killed him and if I had the chance to go back to that night again, guess what I’d do?” I looked into her angry eyes, ignoring the soft quivering of her lips.
“Right. I’d be a monster yet again because I would stab him yet again. Even in worse manners, I’d kill him and butcher him for touching you! But do I regret that night? Yes, I do! Yes I fucking regret that night but not because I killed him. But because I let you see it, because I let you watch it! So if you want to call me a monster, call me one because I let you see me killing him, not because I killed him!” I rasped, losing control for a quick second before drawing in a deep breath.
Caily’s eyes were now glassy, filled with tears. And they surely weren’t tears of pleasure like she had had last night. They were tears of pain and I hated seeing Peaches in pain.
I reached a hand, gently, to her face and brushed her cheek with my thumb softly.
“And while I went crazy with the thoughts of you every goddamned day, you didn’t think about me even fucking once…” My voice lowered as I moved even closer to her, tilting her head up for her to look at me.
“Once, Peaches… I just wanted you to think about me once and try to reach out to me. Tell me you did, tell me you thought of me and tried to reach out to me even…”
“Stop!” She raised her voice, hitting my hand away from her cheek.
“Try being the 15 year old girl who watched her father get stabbed over and over again by her friend!” She yelled at me and I was insane to ignore all her words and pick out on just the last one.
“Friend… Don’t call me that, Peaches. Friend is a line we have long crossed… Trash that, friendship is a line I never bothered drawing.”
“You… You are unreasonable! These two weeks are going to be over in no time and what happened last night? It’s never going to happen again in any of our sessions. Trust me.” She stated pretty firmly and I just lowered my head in a chuckle.
“Don’t be too sure, mia cara” I ran my thumb over the side of my lip.
“Alright. Continue living in the delusion that I would one day be yours.” She was feisty.
“Oh, Peaches.” I grabbed her by the wrist and pinned her back to the wall.
“You are getting something very wrong. This entire thing isn’t on whether you belong to me or not, that has been long decided and confirmed. It is on how long it would take for you to accept and embrace that fact… As for how you belong to me, I could prove it to you if you are in doubts…” I lowered and kissed her neck.
“I… Don’t prove anything to me” Her voice was breathy as she nudged slightly at me to pull away.
“Then, I will take it as you not being in doubts of who you belong to, Peaches” I took two steps away from her.
“Bastard!” She retorted and I couldn’t help it but smile.
“I love it when you call me with your voice full of emotions”