"What a plot twist you were"

Arabella Karve Dimitri: Hello gorgeous, I promised I would text you right away and I never lie Saturday-1:10am

Me: Hey, Sorry when you texted me last night I was half dead (thanks to you) Monday-8:00pm

Me: Also... ignore every embarrassing thing I said last night. I am traumatized Monday-8:01pm

Dimitri: I apologize but you are too fun to drink with. You were delightful, nothing you did was embarrassing. You need to go to the club in town one night with me. We would have a blast. Tuesday-6:00am

Me:Uh oh, hanging out with you? Sounds dreadful Tuesday-1:00pm

Dimitri: You know you love it gorgeous Tuesday-1:10pm

Me: Well I guess I could make an appearance then... Wednesday-2:03pm

Dimitri: Sounds like a date then<33 I will let you know when I am going. I can't wait. Wednesday-2:30pm

I grin at Dimitris text message as I roll onto my back, upon my soft bed. I throw another piece of the salty, buttery popcorn into my mouth as i think about what it would be like to go to a club.

After I returned to the manor yesterday afternoon, me and Eros immediately parted ways, not wanting to spend another second near each other. I can't believe I tried to murder him.

Me: i look forward to it. As long as you say pancakes and waffles don't taste the same. Tuesday-2:33pm

After I send Dimitri the text I push the phone into my pajama pocket and crawl out of bed. I am bored.

I have read for almost the entirety of my day, snacked on almost the entire kitchen, and already listened to almost every Lana del Rey album. I need to go find something to do.

I pull one of my large sweatshirts over my thin white tank top, covering all the way to my mid thigh. I look at my outfit in the mirror, viewing the loose sweatpants and the giant sweatshirt. Pretty sexy.

My dark hair is braided into loose French braids with long pieces framing my face.

My phone dings quietly in my pocket and as I begin to walk out of my bedroom i see that Dimitri texted me back.

Dimitri: Don't push it gorgeous. They taste the exact same, your just unhinged. Tuesday-2:40pm

I laugh softly at his entertaining text, as i skip happily down the long hallway, and towards my bay window where I can see the withering garden.

As I saunter through the golden foyer, I see my fathers apprentice walk towards me with a smug, dissatisfied gaze. Fuck me.

"I was just coming to retrieve you" He says formally with his frail arms folded behind his thin back.

"Why?" I say, not hiding my discontent from the information.

"Your father and mother require you in your fathers office."

I feel my heart rate begin to speed up as I hear his information, I quickly walk past him towards my fathers office, when he grabs my upper arm. "Maybe put on some shoes so that you don't look homeless"

I look down at my bare feet and then back up at him, "I would give you some tips to help you, but your too far past that point." I say in a snarky manner. I then quickly pull my arm out of his harsh grip and walk to my fathers daunting office.

My feet smack against the cold, solid floor as I jog up the marble steps, nerves dancing in my stomach.

I slowly and steadily knock on the intimidating door, while trying to keep my pale hand from shaking too bad.

The door opens and I feel my heart leap in my chest. I am met with my mother who looks down at me with disgust as she steps aside from the door and lets me enter the large room.

I gaze at her again and this time study her. Her dark hair slicked back in a tight bun. Her unhealthily skinny, tall body, which is dressed in a tight green dress. Her lifeless brown eyes stare back at me, and in them... I see myself.

I've been told my whole life that I look like a spitting image of my mother, and to me it was always a compliment, the best compliment, to look like whom you look up to. Used to look up to. But to her it was a insult, which led to her telling me how much worse I am then her, and pointing out every flaw in me. Now she does everything in her power to look different then me. And it hurts.

My father sits proudly at his large, powerful desk, with a cigar in his chapped lips. His silver hair gleaming in the light as his dark green eyes study me and my clothing.

The dark walls feel tight around me, as frigid air blows in through the vent above me, causing chills to seize my body.

"Your attire is inappropriate" He grumbles while leaning back in his large chair. My mother walks over to the desk and posts herself on the edge. "You look disgusting" she says with a proud smirk while looking down at her long, sharp nails.

"I cannot express my appreciation for your kindness" I say sarcastically while crossing my arms, and trying to hide my uncomfortableness and shaky hands.

My parents are always much more ruthless and crude when we are in private, so whenever I am called to come speak with them in their office I feel like I am going to cry and vomit like a complete child.

"So Mr.Vandare came to speak with us last night" My father says deeply while intertwining his hands and leaning forwards. Oh no. He's being too calm.

"What about?" I roll my eyes, because of course it comes back to Eros.

"You trying to fucking kill him" He screams loudly, his face getting dark red and saliva flying out of his mouth while he slams his hands against the wooden desk, making me flench subconsciously and take a step back. I had a feeling his tranquility wouldn't last.

"Calm the fuck down, he is not dead is he?" I say defensively.

"Well there is a fucking hole in the s.u.v seat, you tried to slit his fucking throat, and you threatened him! What the fuck is wrong with you child?!" My father screams while standing up suddenly and violently, he throws his cigar at the wall in anger, and I watch as it falls to the cold floor.

"The hole wasn't me!" I yell "and the only reason this is happening is because you hired the worst fucking person to be my bodyguard!"

"We hired the deadliest man in all of Italy, just because your a fucking cunt who was almost fucking murdered!" Ouch.

"There was a lot, more to it then that, and you fucking know it! And the only reason it happened, and the only reason I won't ever be the same, is because of this fucking mafia!" I lash out as angry tears begin to try and escape my eyes. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't fucking cry.

My mother quickly rises to her feet and swiftly strides across the room.

Before I even realize it, I feel my face get viciously slapped to the side, and a violent burning sensation slowly takes over the entirety of my right cheek.

I place my fingers delicately onto my hurt and burning cheek in shock, I immediately wince at the feeling and turn my head back to look at my fuming mother. I wish this was the first time this happened.

"You do anything fucking else to Mr.Vandare, and it will be a whole lot worse then a slap, child. And you will treat me and your father and Mr.Vandare with fucking respect you little bitch." My mother says evilly under her breath as she grabs my chin roughly, and makes me look her in the eyes.

I pull my chin away aggressively and look back down, defeated and hurt.

"You can leave." my fathers cold voice thunders across the room.

I don't wait for anything else to happen. I pull open the large door and try to grasp any last pride before I step out of the room, with shame in every step.

The door shuts from behind me and immediately angry tears fall down my cheeks as I try to quickly make my way to my room.

A sob bubbles in my throat as I keep my head down and try to contain myself.

As I walk unsteadily through one of the hallways on the way to my room, my heart leaps as I see Eros leaning against the wall with a face of stone and a cigarette in between his perfect lips.

His striking features are vaguely concealed by the shadows being casted down from above him. I fucking hate him more than I can ever say.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Eros grumbles deeply as he pushes off of the wall, suddenly looking in my direction. I don't even care enough to respond as I push past him, and aggressively try to wipe the broken tears from my eyes with the back of my hand.

I feel his bone chilling rings hit my pale forearm as I try to get away but his strong, warm hand immediately wraps around my wrist. He pulls me harshly towards him, causing me to turn around roughly, and almost hit his solid chest. I look him deeply in his cold eyes, I watch as anger slowly clouds his dead eyes and his jaw clenches aggressively, making my heart beat faster.

"I hope your fucking happy." I bite out angrily, as his icy eyes scour my pale face and red cheek. He does not say a word.

"I fucking hate you Eros." I spit out as one last angry tear falls from my eye. I quickly pull my arm out of his large hand and am met with the loss of warmth the moment his skin leaves mine. I quickly leave and make my way to my room as fast as I can without taking off running.

I slam my bedroom door shut as I sorrowfully crawl into my empty bed and curl into a small ball, trying to gain some form of comfort. Comfort from myself.

Cold tears slide down my face, not angry nor enraged but rather ...sad.

Sad because my parents don't love me, because Eros was right. Sad because I am stuck in this miserable life, because I am so utterly alone. Sad because my mother doesn't even bat an eye when she slaps her child, sad because my parents don't even bother to use my name. Sad because nobody in this world loves me. And the one person who did love me was murdered right in front of my eyes... and that it was all my fault *********************** I stare at my wall with a numb feeling taking over all my senses. Tears of nothingness slip from my puffy eyes while I just stare. Could I run away? Is it hopeless?

My phone suddenly rings from beside me, shattering the silence of the room. I vaguely glance over to see that Dimitri is calling me and that it is now 7:00pm. Oh.

I reach over limply and grab my phone while staying scrunched in a ball. I swipe the answer button, and slowly hold it up to my ear with softly shutting my eyes.

"Dimitri?" I ask softly into my phone, my voice soft and a little hoarse.

"Hey gorgeous, everything okay?" He asks sincerely, his Russian accent ringing attractively through the phone.

"Oh just got into a small tiff with my parents" I give a soft fake chuckle.

"I'm sorry Arabella, we've all been there. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I am alright" I lie softly while I slightly untuck my body, "so what do you need?" I ask curiously.

"Not really anything, I just missed your lovely voice" He says with an alluring laugh.

"Oh yeah, I sound lovely right now" I say sarcastically with a gravelly voice, and a dry laugh.

He laughs lightly, "so are you just staying home tonight?"

"Yep, just hiding out in my room for the night" I say with a smile while steadily standing up, and walking around the room slowly.

"Ditto, I have a important hit in the morning"

"Oh, fun" I say sarcastically while scrunching my nose slightly.

"But one night, I would love to go to the club with you, gorgeous" He says sincerely.

"I don't picture you as the clubbing type Dimitri"

"Oh there is lots you don't know about me Ms.Karve"

"Ditto" I say with a laugh, "I guess then I am still willing to join"

"Fabulous, i'll plan a night then"

"Goodnight Dimitri" I say with a soft teasing giggle.

"Goodnight Arabella, I'll talk to you tomorrow"

I raise my eyebrows at his comment and end the call.

I softly toss my phone onto my bed, and make my way to my vanity. I delicately sit down and begin to take out my long braids, with a soft smile plastered on my face.

I look reluctantly at the mirror in-front of me, and immediately regret it after seeing my cheek dark red with a nasty bruise starting to appear. Damn it. *********************** I walk over to my vintage record player and softly turn on the ultra violence album by Lana del Rey. The addictive melody immediately warms my bones, already making me feel better.

I timidly crawl into my crisp bed and pull the blankets up to my chest. I softly close my eyes and try to calm myself, by humming along with the flawless lyrics. Deep breath.

The uneasy feeling that I had yesterday in the cafe returned again at full force, making me feel completely nauseated.

Somebody's watching me. somebody's watching me. somebody's watching me. somebody's watching me. somebody's watching me. somebody's watching me.

I take deep breaths and slowly drift to sleep while trying to get rid of the dreadful feeling controlling my body.

I just need sleep. ************************* HOPE YOU LIKED!! Please vote for the next chapter<333 Word count:2371❤️❤️❤️