PIETRO GIACOMETTI
5:47am.
Fucking 5:47am and I was still standing in the middle of the yard. The drizzling had come to a complete end hours ago but the cold had not subsided even a tiny bit and just got worse as the hours progressed.
The window curtain opened slightly and I knew she was peering out. I puffed out cold air and the next moment, the door opened and she hurried out in the cold.
"Are you out of your senses?!" She yelled, voice raised as she hurried towards me, anger in her tone and her steps.
"Good morning, aunt in law." I gritted out.
"Stupid! Come in with me!" She hit my shoulder before sharply turning towards the door and I finally moved my legs.
I groaned at the pressure of finally moving my legs after hours of standing, the pain of my earlier stabbed leg kicking
