TW: SELF HARM MENTIONED NEAR THE MIDDLE OF THE CHAPTER (only for a bit tho)

ADRIANO'S POV: Alessandro unlocks the door to his house and we all step into absolute chaos.

Jasmine runs up to Matteo and jumps on him. He picks her up and gives her a confused look.

'Don't just stand there, get them to calm down!' Mimi yells.

Alessandro rushes over to help his wife hide the alcohol bottles.

I look at Lorenzo, Terzo and Xuan who all have the same confused expression on their faces.

'Alora leave the TV alone!' Xuan says going to her.

Zoya trips over the couch and Terzo rushes to her side.

'Adriano you're back!' Dilara slurs, stumbling towards me.

She trips over and falls into my arms. I notice she's wearing the hoodie I was looking for last night.

'You look nice,' I smirk.

'Sorry about your hoodie, you can have it back now.' She hiccups.

'No its fi-' I start.

Dilara tugs the hoodie over her head and I see that she's just wearing a black lace bra underneath it.

I keep my eyes on her face.

'Matteo is your neck hurting you, cause I don't know why you're looking over here.' I snap.

He goes red and continues dealing with Jasmine.

'Pazza, but the hoodie back on.' I say.

'No, but it's yours, I don't want you to loose a piece of clothing.' She slurs.

'You can keep it,' I say, just trying to get her to put it back on.

'Wow, you're so sweet,' she whispers.

I notice her bandage on her wrist is loose and looks as if it's going to slip off.

I reach towards it but she snatches her arm back.

'Not today mister.' She huffs, crossing her arms.

'Dilara, I think it's time for bed.' I say.

'Yeah, my head hurts,' she groans into my chest.

'She'll be fine with me,' I reassure Mimi.

She smiles at me and tries to help Alora up the stairs.

I take Dilara to her bedroom and close the door behind us.

'I'm bored,' she mutters, fiddling with her leggings. She suddenly takes them off and I look up at the ceiling.

The room has a nice ceiling, and a nice light bulb.

She walks towards me and my hoodie brushes her mid thighs.

'How about we play a game,' she smirks.

I cross my arms and look down at her.

'I don't think that's a smart idea.' I reply.

'Please,' she whines. 'I'm bored, play with me.' She looks up at me with her beautiful brown eyes.

This is drunk Dilara talking and I'm not about to take advantage of her.

'Dilara please you need to sleep.' I sigh.

'Fine, but don't leave me please.' She whispers.

'I won't,' I reply.

She lays down on her bed and I join her. Dilara turns around and faces me.

'I wish I could come back to you,' she whispers, her eyes becoming glossy. 'But I can't.'

I swallow the lump in my throat.

'Why?' I ask.

'I don't know,' she replies. 'I wish things could go back to normal.'

A tear falls down her cheek and I wipe it away. I pull her into my chest and hug her.

'I'll make things normal.' I say, rubbing her back. 'I'll try as much as I can.'

'You promise?' She asks.

'I promise pazza.' I whisper.

She moves into me, her body pressed up against mine and I stroke her hair as she falls asleep on my chest.

************* DILARA'S POV: I wake up my head spinning g and feeling as though it's going to burst. I take the Tylenol and water that was left on my bedside table.

I need to thank Mimi for that.

I get up and stretch. My arms fall onto my lap and I realise my bandage isn't where it's supposed to be. I look around the bed and I can't find it.

Adriano walks into the room holding a tray with a plate of pancakes and some orange juice.

'Good morning,' he smiles.

'You nosy hijo de puta!' I yell.

He looks taken aback by my sudden outburst and I get up from my bed.

'You couldn't just leave my bandage alone, you just had to take it off!'

'Dilara, I don't know what you're talking about,' he puts the tray down.

If he see the tattoo everything is going to go downhill. Memories of us, memories I've forced down will come back up and I don't need him getting in my way.

He reaches out to me and I shrink away.

'It's just a bandage,' he shrugs. 'No big deal, I'll get you a new one.'

I glare at him and he takes out some bandages from my drawer.

He goes to get my arm and I move away.

'Dilara, do you cut yourself?' He asks, concern etched onto his face.

'No,' I gasp. 'Why would you ask that?'

Adriano's face relaxes a little bit.

'I've never seen someone so worried about their wrists unless they've done so.' He explains. 'One more time, do you cut yourself.'

'No, I don't,' I reply.

'Then show me your wrists.' He replies.

'No,'

'Why not?'

'Because I don't want to.' I shrug.

'Pazza, I'm just trying to help, you're making me think the worst.' He sighs. 'Please.'

'It's not a scar,' I mutter. 'It's a tattoo.'

I take a deep breath and show Adriano my wrist.

He has a clear view of the 'Brick by Brick,' Tattoo.

He cups my face in his hands and gives me a smile.

'Oh pazza,' he mutters.

Adriano turns around and takes off his shirt. On his back, behind all the scars is a hug tattoo of a black snake and a red dragon intertwined.

The words 'Brick by Brick,' are tattooed underneath in bold black ink.

'When did you get this?' I ask, tracing the dragon with my fingers.

'After you left.' He says. 'It was one of the main reasons why I wouldn't let Fouzia anywhere near me.'

'Stop it,' I whisper, holding back tears. 'Stop it dammit.'

*AUTHORS NOTE* I think this has to be one of the most annoying cliffhangers I've left you guys on. Anyways, Have a nice day!