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Chapter 3: Love the Way She Lies
A N G E L
MARCO REFUSED TO leave my side for the next two days.
I'd broken my arm, leg and a few ribs, limiting almost any movement. Being debilitated like that...
When I got discharged, Marco asked me the dreaded question once more.
"Angel?" His accented voice rang out, "Do you really have somewhere to go?"
A bubble of air seeped heavily from my lungs in a sigh. His shoulders sunk at the weight of the laden look I unburdened upon him.
"...Yes."
Yes, I added internally. Yes, you're right. I'm lying.
Marco's dark eyes pierced my abnormally hued pair.
"I will take you home, then." His eyes dared me to call his bluff.
"N-No, I-That won't be necessary."
He raised a dark brow at me.
"How do you plan on getting home with a broken arm, leg and ribs?"
My shoulders rise and fall in mock dismissal.
"I'll take a cab."
"You cannot even raise your arm," he says flatly.
I nod. True, true.
"Let me take you home, Angel."
I don't have a home...I have a house that's inhabited by a witch that eats her children.
I'm her only daughter.
"It's fine..."
He nods. "Okay. Do not worry about it."
"Really?" I ask hopefully.
Three hours later...
"Really?" I ask flatly.
"Sí, realamente. Get in."
(Yes, really.)
I shake my head with a scoff, climbing into the BMW, shifting uncomfortably in the soft leather seat, I sigh.
I can't lie indefinitely, but I definitely can't let him take me back to her house.
Marco's eyes bore into mine intensely, making my squirm as if the seat were rejecting my weight.
"Allora? Where to?"
(Well?)
I rack my medicated brain for an answer. Then it hits me.
"Your house," I flash him the smile my Father used to call enchanting.
Inside, a section of my heart splinters, hurling shrapnel up and back down to pierce me once again.
He smiles back, nodding, visibly content. I feel like I'm going to break his heart.
I don't why, because I don't know him, but I feel like I'm making the biggest mistake in my life.
Like I'm watching a horror movie, screaming at the screen, trying to tell the image of myself no don't, and watching myself do it anyway.
Because I'm going to do it anyway.
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