A R I A N A
It has been two days since the incident in the alley, two days since our big fight.
Dante has not let me leave the house there are guards outside the door. The maids bring me food m will not let me out I am a prisoner in my own home.
I have not seen Dante.
He has not come to see me ever since that night I may have pushed him a little bit to the wall by why does he care?
A few months back I could rot in hell for all he cares then why doesn’t he care now? It wasn’t making any sense to me.
It is killing me though, the silence.
The not knowing Is he still angry? Does he hate me now? The worry is a heavy stone in my stomach.
I was sitting on the bed, staring at the wall, when my phone rang.
It was an unknown number my heart jumped.
I answered it quickly. "Hello?"
