Blue crystal eyes stared back at herHe had found herThere's no way that he had found her.
Her heart pumped wildly in chest as he grabbed her harshly by the wrist.' No No No ' where was taking her, he couldn't take her back to that hell hole.
With much energy she tried to pull out of his grip but he was far too stronger than her, his fingers causing her pain.
She wanted to yell and tell Valente to leave her alone but looking up at his face she knew when to clump her lips shut though tight sobs wanted to escape.
Where the hell was he taking her, the only thing she could see was darkness all around her, it was suffocating her so badly.
' No where is the light, I want the light ' she screamed but her voice was swallowed through thin air not to be heard.
She could see the light at the other end pulling her self out of Valente's tight grip so hard, she started to run towards it.
"Fucking bitch! " Valente yelled grabbing her by the hair making a loud scream to erupt from deep within her.
He had to let her go to the light, maybe her daughter Beryl was waiting for her there. She yearned for her little Angel.
Valente pulled her back and held her chin roughly , she could see his lips moving but nothing could be heard.He hit her head so hard on the wall of the hall way.
Another silent scream escaped her lips before she fell to the floor, Mariana hadn't noticed yet that every where was starting to clear.
She was back at his house, how had she got here in the first place. The back of her head had started to bleed badly but she didn't know, her eyes wide.
Valente had started to undo his belt, was he going to whip? No he couldn't do that to her, not this time. She turned around and noticed the blood but there was no time for her to act surprised.
Mariana got on her fours trying to crawl away but the shiver within her body wasn't letting her as she choked out a loud sob.
But that's not what Valente wanted, he grabbed her by the legs and pulled her back making her lay flat on her stomach.
He turned her around harshly and got on top of her, sniffing on her hair like he always did before whispering the words she always hated to hear the most.
"Am going to make you so happy my dear wife" his tone mocking, she could feel his hand moving under the white shirt she was wearing.No no no no
Mariana sat up so fast, the impact causing her head to hurt for a minute.
' It was a dream, it was only a dream '
She could feel the sweat flowing down her face from her forehead, her hands had held onto the white sheets on the bed she lay on, looking around the room now she could feel her self breath normal once again.
'I am safe, I am far away from him ' she chanted mentally and laid back down on the bed slowly. Her blue eyes looking up at the ceiling, the lights she hadn't turned off still lit up the room brightly.
Soft music tugged at her ears, it's soft notes pulling her attention away from every thing especially the night mares. She wondered where it was really coming from, the beautiful harmony giving her some kind of peace.
A peace that she wanted to enjoy as it lasted. Her feet touched the carpeted floor as she stood up taking tiny silent steps out of the room. She looked around and noticed the last room down the hall way, open with lights on.
How could she resist to know what exactly was going on, especially with such music filling the whole house.She stopped exactly besides the wall of the room and looked inside trying so hard not to be noticed .
Marco sat behind the black painted large piano, a big bottle of scotch settled on top of the wood and another had hit the wall leaving scattered glass all over the floor.
This man was not the same man she had talked to a few hours ago, the one that was so composed.
Mariana could see behind that cold expression that pushed everyone away, he was broken and vulnerable.His dark chocolate eyes held unsaid pain.
The whole room was filled with pictures of a woman, her hair beautiful and black. Her eyes brown like his and mostly there facial features were almost the same.
She was curious but maybe this wasn't the time for that, she could understand how it felt to be so vulnerable.
Mariana slid down the wall and brought her knees to her chest, letting the music comfort her as memories flashed through her mind randomly.Like every other time Beryl crossed her thoughts, her tears would never stop, she sobbed quietly and rested her head on her knees.
Marco staggered out the room, he had drank a lot but still eager to empty the bottle in his hand. He switched off the light taking a gulp on his drink.
Stepping out, his eyes fell on a petite body of the girl sitting in front of the wall next to door, her soft snores holding his attention.He groaned, all he wanted was to go to his bed yet he couldn't leave her to sleep here like this.
For fuck's sake what was she even doing out of her precious room.He knelt down placing the bottle a side and carried her in his arms standing up slowly to avoid waking her up.
Mariana eyes flew open as he stumbled almost falling off if it wasn't for the wall he leaned onto. She held onto his shirt so tight, her blue eyes looking up at him with all the wideness.
How had he managed to carry her while drunk and she didn't notice. Mariana pulled on to his shirt multiple times hoping he would put her down so she could walk herself to her room, infact she wanted to speak up but couldn't since it had been three years without a single word coming out of her lips.
He looked down at her and smiled lightly making him look more younger, his smile caught her off guard. Her inner self wishing only if he knew how he looked when he smiled maybe,just maybe he would do it more frequently.
" beautiful " he whispered
Somehow drunken Marco has managed to get Mariana safe to bed, all the comments he kept throwing her way there was only one that was stuck in her mind making her smile before going went back to bed"Happy Valentine's day beautiful " he had whispered while walking out of the room leaving her to stare his way with surprise, a simple smile finding it's way on her lips.It was somewhere in November and he was drunkenly wishing her a happy Valentine , she was now yearning to know his name.He had helped her and then got her a place to leave, he may act cold but deep inside him laid a good heart.Mariana drifted back to sleep, to think of it seriously it had been a long night.***Marco groaned as he got out of bed, his head hurt like a bitch but how could he blame it when it was all his fault. Drinking was starting to become a habit, he was starting to stupidly rely on it.He hit the s
Marco leaned back against his car, his impatience and frustration slowly sipping in slowly. He felt the urge to walk inside that police station and find out what exactly was going, he wondered where Dominic really was to erase this mess.Marco's phone vibrated within his hand gaining most of his attention, he took the call on the second ring. "Davin " "Sir this new girl that.." Davin tried to explain knowing one wrong word he would be dead."Why the hell is your voice shaky, and what the fuck is going on ?" Marco roared"This new girl has Stephanie on gun point " Marco cursed silently hanging up as Andrea and Gianni walked out of the building staring at him weirdly."Get your fucking asses in the car, we have some where to be "
Mariana raised her head slowly looking around the room, her head hurt badly so was most of her body. Her eyes couldn't open properly but at least she could see something a little clearly.The room was white with blood splashed awkwardly on every wall making her heart beat increase randomly. She wasn't born yesterday or joined this life style yesterday.She was in the death room, the three red tool boxes in the corner made a sweat break out on her forehead. Panic was getting to her, her pulse high and her thoughts fuzzy like she was high on cocaine.She had to get out of here but how, noticing the tight ropes; her whole body froze. She was tied on a chair for fuck's sake she was damn tied on a chair. Her legs and chest too, the adrenaline pushing her to the edge.Positioning her legs and holding her ground she tried to stand up in a weird way, good enough it was a wooden chair making easy way for her
"Davin, untie her " Marco ordered his man who had also walked into the room with a bandaged shoulder, "But boss she.. ""Are you questioning me Davin ?""No boss ""Then good " with that Marco strode out of the room not even bothering to look back.Mariana felt her self sigh out of relief, after all Marco Di Martino wasn't going to kill her anymore and for the job she had been denied those skills since she was sixteen how was she going to pull that off.A loud growl pulled her out of her thoughts, she looked up at Davin.A man who was well built and big enough to scare all the day lights out of her, he had black messy hair and green - grey eyes that held nothing but coldness whilst his red plump lips.The men here knew exactly what they call beauty without a try, Mariana couldn't help but notice the angry scowl on his face.Mariana smiled not so surely hoping he would let go of that anger, she never meant to shoot him
Mariana sat by the window silently staring outside, the rain kept hitting on the glass it's rhythm soothing to her ears.Beryl had covered her thoughts, all she could see was daughter.Stephanie had come up a while ago asking her to come down and have dinner with them but she seemed to had lost all her appetite within a snap.Mariana had unknowingly gone back to pushing herself away from people without realising it, Her thoughts, her past and her pain had become the centre of her world once more.Marco walked in to her room and she didn't even notice, he leaned by the door and stared at her. His thoughts moved back to the first day he had walked into this room after she had arrived, the way she had pushed him away still hurt a bit.A lone tear escaped down her cheeks but there was no way she would notice, there was no day or night her eyes weren't empty even when she was trying to run away.Yet they were the best beautiful thing he had ever
Davin was walking by Mariana's room towards the basement but suddenly he came to a stop, curiosity enticing his nerves. He seriously hated this girl with so much passion yet found himself wanting to see what she really was up to.He looked inside, more careful so he won't be noticed only to find the room empty, even the bed where she should be at this time.Turning his direction he walked in to her room slowly, the only window in here was closed so she certainly hadn't escaped but where was she if not in here at 2: 47 in the morning.Prying his eyes away from his wrist watch and looking around once more the light from the bathroom caught his attention "Mariana " he called out but he still got only silence.Pushing the bathroom door open slowly, he froze his eyes wide as he stared at the girl on the floor. He moved towards her kneeling besides her, he didn't care if she was laying in a pool of her own
Within the midst of darkness, a forge she wanted to escape so badly. Her feet scrapped against the rough floor with each step tookHard and faster, her breathing hallowTears sprinted from her eyes as she came to a sudden halt. " Beryl " She called out loud but got no specific reply, turning around in circles she called
Marco stared at Mariana as she silently pulled herself into a sitting position, she had been transferred out of the ICU where she had been in Coma for one week and two days.Her dark soft brown hair fell in deep waves over her shoulders, her blue liquid eyes holding a light shade of grey and her fairly pink lips in a thin line. This was the first time he was looking at her like the woman she his really not some one he helped.For the first time Marco felt the urge to claim some one so badly, only staring at her right now had caused his heart to slam against his chest crazily than he ever felt it before. She looked up at him his gold - honey eyes meeting hers making her want to lower her eyes in shame as her cheeks became red."Hey " he whispered his voice deep, she could swear she felt it's vibration all over her body. Looking up at him again due to the softness she felt in his voice, some thing was beautifully wrong.