Food and Regrets

I was walking down the staircase unsure of what to do.

Natalie had left for college earlier, and Luca went off to work.

So it was just me here. Each of Santino's men I walked past watched me like they were waiting for me to do something, slip up and show the real reason I was here.

Ignoring them, I went into the kitchen. I was bored and had nothing to do and Luca told me to make sure I ate by 1pm and it's fifteen minutes past.

I was browsing through the pantry with a cookie in my mouth, looking for something to eat.

"What are you doing?" Santino asked from behind me and I stilled, cookie still in my mouth.

I remained still, hoping that he would maybe leave or something if I don't answer to him.

"I asked a question." He says and I could tell he was holding back from snapping at me, the irritation evident in his tone.

Straighting my back, I slowly turned around meeting his dark eyes.

"I-I…" I stuttered unable to form any coherent sentence.

I felt nervous around him, but why?

"You-you..