DILARA'S POV: 'This is why you have to listen to me more often.' Adriano coughs.

He fiddles with the cuffs of his white shirt. Four of the buttons are undone showing a little bit of his tattoos.

'Shut up,' I sniffle. 'If I listened to you we'd both be dead.'

After yesterday's mental breakdown in the rain, that wasn't as romantic as it may seem. Adriano and I are both sick and being taken care of by Mimi and Zoya.

I have a fever and my head hurts. My nose won't stop running and I feel like I'm going to die.

Ok, maybe die is a little extreme.

'siete entrambi idioti.' Zoya mutters, handing me an extra blanket and putting down a box of tissues.

Translation: you're both idiots.

'Vittoria's going to get suspicious if I miss work today.' Adriano says, putting on his jacket.

'No one is keeping you here.' I mutter, blowing my nose.

'I think I liked it better when she was unconscious.' He snaps.

'I think I liked it better when you were supposed to be dead.' I mimick.

'You're a pain in my ass.' He snaps.

'Your breath stinks.' I reply, turning to rest on my side.

'I'm going to throw you in the pool.' Adriano glares at me.

'I'll set your room on fire.'

'I'm going to strangle you.' He snaps.

'Pipe down Tinkerbell,' I smile.

'You're both giving me a headache.' Zoya mutters.

Alessandro walks in and kisses both Mimi and Rory on the forehead. He picks up his keys.

'Let's go Adriano,' he says.

Adriano glares at me and walks out with him and they go back to their base.

I pull my blanket tighter around me and get comfortable on the couch.

I take the Tylenol and water Mimi left out for me.

'Thank you,' I say smiling at her.

She smiles softly at me.

'Zoya, you're in charge.' Mimi says. My smile drops.

'Where are you going?' I ask.

'Rory and I are having a mother daughter day out, isn't that right?' She says.

'Yes mummy!' Rory giggles.

Rory looks adorable in her creme puffer jacket and white gloves. She has these little boots on and the biggest smile on her face.

I immediately get up from the couch and pull Mimi into the kitchen.

'You can't leave me with Zoya!' I whisper, angrily.

'Why not?' Mimi asks.

'Because she hates my guts.' I reply, coughing.

'Zoya doesn't hate anyone.' She laughs. 'She can't be bothered.'

'What if she kills me?' I ask.

'Dilara aren't you a whole mafia leader?' She raises an eyebrow. 'Zoya is perfectly fine.'

I narrow my eyes at her and walk back to the couch. Zoya looks at us confused and Mimi says goodbye before leaving with Rory.

Zoya turns and smiles at me. The light makes the scar on her jaw more obvious.

'You need to rest,' she says.

'Alright,' I reply.

She walks into the kitchen and I make myself comfortable before going to sleep.

*************** I wake up and slowly get up and make my way to the kitchen.

Zoya looks up at me.

'You're up just in time, I made you chicken soup.' Zoya says.

'It smells great.' I reply.

'Thanks,' she smiles.

'Do you need any help?' I ask.

'Yeah, could you take out the bowls.' She replies.

I take out two of the marble designed bowls Mimi has and get us some spoons.

Zoya pours the soup for us and we sit at the table and eat in silence.

'I hope you know that I don't hate you.' She says after a while.

'What?' I ask.

'I heard what you said to Mimi,' she replies. 'I don't hate you.'

'Oh,' is all I can reply with.

'If anything, I don't think any of us hate you.' She carries on. 'We're just frustrated.'

I look down at my soup.

'I understand why,' I reply.

She places her spoon down and turns to look at me.

'One day you were here, and the next we heard that you're the heir of The Ravens.' She chuckles.

I didn't realise how much my decision affected everyone else. It's was mostly just so I could get away from Adriano.

'Alessandro and Matteo took it the worst.' Zoya wipes her mouth. 'They thought of you as their sister.'

'We all had to make sacrifices.' I reply. 'I was unhappy here.'

'You could've spoke to me, Dilara,' she says. 'I would've been there for you.' She moves one of her black braids from her face and looks at me.

'I wasn't thinking,' I reply. 'I just wanted to be somewhere I was wanted.'

She nods, I push my empty bowl away and she takes them to the sink.

I wipe down the table and go back to the living room to watch a movie when my curiosity gets the better of me.

'Zoya?' I say.

'Yeah?' She replies.

'How did you get that scar?' I ask. She freezes in place and sits down on the couch.

'It's a long story,' she clears her throat. 'You wouldn't be interested.'

'I mean, we have time,' I shrug. 'But only if you want to.'

She stays silent for a while and I blow my nose with a tissue.

'It's so fucked up,' she laughs dryly.

'I don't want to put you in an uncomfortable situation.' I say quickly.

She turns to me and takes my hands in hers.

'One day when I was in tenth grade, I was coming back from school and my mum was screaming my name from the bathroom.' She explains.

'I immediately ran up the stairs to see what was wrong and found my younger brother in the bathtub surrounded by blood.' A singular tear falls from her eyes and she quickly wipes it away.

'He slit his wrists while I was at school and mum was at work,' she sniffles. 'My mother wasn't the same after that.'

'I'm so sorry,' I mumble.

'She got into drug and alcohol and never really went into work.' She says. 'And she always blamed me for his suicide since I was supposed to protect him from the world.'

Zoya's right, this is so fucked up but she looks like she needs to get it off her chest.

'A couple years passed and it was the anniversary of his death.' Shes says. 'I got, back from a night shift and found my mum drunk out of her mind.'

Zoya stops trying to hold back tears and just lets them out. I wrap an arm around her and pull her close.

'She threw a broken glass bottle at me and it dug into my face.' She sniffles.

'Zoya, I am so sorry.' I mumble, hugging her close. 'It's not your fault.'

She cries into me and I rub her back soothingly.

'It's the reason why I don't hate anyone, because I know what it does to a person, what it turns a person into.' She explains.

*AUTHORS NOTE* I hope you're all enjoying the story! Have a nice day!