HIS SALVATION

SIX

~MATTEO~

"Is she still breathing?", her friend asks. "Yeah, she's okay", I tell her. We walk out of Clair's room and go down the stairs. "You're her husband?", she asks. "You're the friend she wanted to bring over?", I counter.

"Gotten my answer then", she says and I smirk. She rolls her eyes and I realize they're purple. "Eye lenses?", I ask. "Nah, it's real", she says. "White hair?", I ask her too. "It's whitish blonde!", she exclaims and I chuckle.

Her hair looked so white and silky, it was beautiful. "How long have you known her?", I ask putting my hands in my pockets. "Since we were eight", she says smiling. "That's a long time", I say and she giggles.

"Is she?", I ask her. "No, she's not asthmatic she just has it sometimes", she says with a sad smile. "What caused it?", I ask her. She crosses her hands and raises a brow. "It's because you're her hubby that's why I'm saying this things", she says and I nod.

"The attack can be triggered by pain, panic attack, over thinking or too much crying. I was there when she had her first attack, we were ten and a guy hit her head on the wall", she grimaces.

"What's your name?", I ask her. "Samantha Millers, you can call me Sam", she grins. "Samantha Millers that's always on the cover of every Channels Magazine?", I ask. "Yup, the white hair says it all", she grins and I look at her amused.

And I thought all super models are bitches.

"So Mr. Rossi, how's my best friend?", she asks. I could see the glint of mischievousness in her eyes. Yup, she's the lively one.

"Call me Matteo, Clair is good and respectful", I say. "But you treat her like crap", she deadpans. I sigh and run a hand through my hair. "Will you believe me if I say I'm kind of regretting it now?", I ask her.

"Yup, you better regret it and start treating her fairly", she says and I nod.

"She's my best friend and I want the best for her. I'm telling you this so you can help her. She's broken and scared of almost everything. She's been through s**t and it always makes me guilty of not being there all the time", she says and I frown.

"What do you mean by broken?", I ask her. Sam sits cross legged on the couch and rests her elbows on her knees.

"I wish I could tell you but I can't. She would hate me if I did. She's an amazing person she's the main reason for my sanity. You hurt her and you hurt me. Do you happen to know anybody named Alexia?", she asks.

I nod, "Yeah why?".

She smirks and whispers. "The puttana is the reason for her state", she says. (w***e)

"You speak Italian?", I ask her. "I learned it, also French, Spanish and Russian. I was going to model so I had to learn", she shrugs and I nod.

The question is....

What the f**k is wrong with Alexia?