Laurie...

Thirteen.13.

I woke up to see Massimo kneeling beside my bed with a towel in his hands. It's obvious that he just cleaned me up.

I sat up with a start. I withdrew from him, using the sheets to cover my naked body. He stood up with a straight face, not his unusual smiles and smirks. Just an expressionless face. I've never seen him in this mood before.

He sat slowly on the edge of the bed as if fearing to come closer to me. His gleaming, now dull blue eyes pierced into mine without uttering any word. We stared at each other before he finally spoke.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking at me intently as if reading all my emotions.

I kept a plain expression too, building up my confidence. But I still felt sober, I felt used, I felt pained. I felt like crying.

"You're fucking asking me that? I should ask you that instead Massimo. Are you even okay?" I sober in a broken voice and he looked away.

" Yes, I am Laurie." He said proudly in a calm voice I never knew he possessed. This w