PIETRO GIACOMETTI
Overwhelming such a sweet, little thing like Peaches was wrong but I didn’t have so much fucking time anymore before I would have to go insane.
There were just two days left before she would have to leave me according to the terms of the contract but I knew I wouldn’t let her leave. I would lock her up with me and never let her go until she was drunk in love with me.
I didn’t want to resort to that though. I wanted her to fucking admit it before the end of those two days and even though I had to overwhelm her like this, it was still better than what I would have to do if she didn’t admit her feelings in two days.
I reached down for the letter she had read and ran my fingers over it gently before dropping it in the box and placing the lid on it.
I walked out of the room and found Peaches sitting on the floor just beside the door.
“Tesoro” I called before reaching for her and lifting her into my arms. She kept her hands over her face, clearly not wanting me to see her crying.
“I don’t know why you… why you do this to me.” Her voice was teary.
“I want to go back home.”
Home. I loved it when she said that.
“You’re sure, cara? We are supposed to have dinner here and spend the night here” I pressed my lips to her forehead in a kiss.
“I…” she sighed heavily, hands still glued to her face.
“Can you drop me, please?” She whispered.
“I want to keep you here in my arms though.”
“I will stay for the dinner and not just jump into the water if you let me down now” she said and I chuckled.
She let her hands down her slightly puffy face.
“You think you are the only one who can do crazy things? You think so?” She asked with a feisty look.
“So… you wanna do crazy things for me too?” I asked, leaning into her a little bit more.
Her eyes dilated and I saw her cheeks flushed as if shocked by her own thoughts. Whatever those thoughts that just ran through her mind were, I wanted to know them.
“Drop me… drop me!” She suddenly smacked my chest.
I couldn’t help but chuckle yet again. It was quite fun seeing Peaches be this flustered for me.
I gently dropped her to her feet and she adjusted her dress before taking three steps away from me.
“I want three steps between us until we get back home. Don’t come closer than that, okay?”
“My hands still reach you with three steps though and if I can’t wrap my body around yours, then I am going to be touching you with my hands a lot, Cara”
She blinked nervously and looked away.
“When… when did you write that letter? When did you get those two bullets in you?” She asked, her gaze still away from me.
“Oh, that… A year ago.” I reached a hand to her waist, pulling her close and instantly damning the three steps away rule.
“A year ago. Are… are you fine now? Does it still hurt?” She asked and I almost laughed at her naivety.
“No, it doesn’t.”
“What the hell do you get yourself involved in that makes you get shot twice anyways?! What sort of criminal life are you leading, Pietro?” She scolded me and I felt my heart pound.
I loved it. I loved seeing her getting worried about me and loved her being unable to cover it up even more.
“Who was the person who shot you, though? Who is…”
“Dead.” I replied quietly and she fell quiet. Fear, concern and worry flashed on her face all at the same time.
She turned away from my face and shook her head slightly.
“I don’t understand even a tiny bit of the world you are living in but I… I know it’s really messed up. You are not a good man, Pietro Giacometti.” She shook her head again.
“Never mentioned that I was one” I shrugged my shoulders lightly and she glanced up at me, evidently wanting to say a lot of things but she held back all those words.
I watched her visibly sigh before she looked away from my face again.
THE NEXT DAY
CAILY GALILEO
A day more. Just a day more and I would be out of this place.
“It’s no big deal. The feelings would die after a few weeks when I leave and if it doesn’t go away in a few weeks, it will in a few months and if it never dies, at least it would not be as insane as what I am currently feeling.” I said to myself, staring at the framed drawing of the man whose toes were chopped off on the wall of my room.
Ever since I realized it… no, not realized. Ever since I accepted it that I really was somehow in love with Pietro Giacometti, I could not stop this insane feeling.
I had barely been able to sleep and I was sure that if he had not been holding me close all night, I would have never been able to get even a minute of sleep.
Every single thing he did now made my heart pound even worse than it did before. Every second that passed by with him staring at me made me wonder if he had read into my eyes and could see that I was in love with him.
This.
I had never felt anything close to this with any of my boyfriends in the past. It was always Pietro. How could I not have realized that these feelings that had exploded in my heart last night had always been there?
When I would ask him about having a girlfriend, it was with the tiny hope that he would say no to having one. When I would tell him about what my future dating life would look like, it was with that same tiny hope that he would get mad that I wasn’t planning it with him.
Now that I thought about it, I had always liked Pietro but that incident, that night. It had ruined everything and then I had disguised all that like into hatred and assured myself over and over again that I hated him.
But now, that likeness was back but not as a tiny crush from a 15 year old girl but as a type of love that suddenly threatened to rip my hearts out.
I twirled the pen in my fingers and bit down on my lips before reaching for the drawing.
I lifted it off the wall and took it to my bed. I gently opened the glass frame and picked out the drawing.
With the pen in hand, I gently scribbled on it.
‘Mine, Pietro.’