HIS DARKEST REVENGE

THE HOSPITAL 2

CHAPTER 3:

LORENZO'S POV:

It still felt so surreal.

I can't believe that after all my years of looking for Sabrina, I have finally found her.

She was quite hard to find. I spent years and years and also a lot of money to even get a whiff of information about her.

When I first came out from prison five years ago, I went to find out about her where she was staying before and that's when I found out that she wasn't living in that city.

According to the people I was asking, she was in some Ivy league college, Stanford some said, some said Harvard. But I knew, deep down, that that could not be the case.

My mind went back to when we were in high school, when things finally began to get better between us, she used to tell me about her plans.

“Father wants me to go to Harvard Law. He believes I would make a very fine lawyer, but I don't want to be a lawyer. I love my art. It's something I can resonate with, something I can feel within my soul. I won't allow my father to thwart my dreams like that.” She told me one day. She sounded so determined.

“And how are you going to go about that? Your father has enough connections to stop that artist dream of yours from coming to pass and making you one of Los Angeles finest lawyers.” I had asked. Not that I did not believe in her, I did, I would always believe in Sabrina. I knew under that quiet and easy going girl, lies a very smart and incredible human being. She was smarter than most people I have either met.

She had snorted, feigning laughter, she probably thought my question was funny.

She swung down from the tree we were sitting on and looked up at me,

“Don't worry Visconti. I always figure out a way. And I would figure out one, not especially when it involves my dreams." She smiled at me. One of her very rare smiles. She hardly smiled at me because of the nature of how our…friendship came to be.

“You can drop that last name s**t you keep doing Sabrina. My name is Lorenzo. My late father used to call me Lori and I hated it, but you can call me that too. Anything but Visconti.”

She didn't respond to me. She walked away, heading home.

My mind came back to the present, my eyes beholding Sabrina standing in front of me.

This was the first time in seven years that I am seeing her this close to me. Other times, it was mostly my personal spy that usually traced her for me. He kept me updated about her activities and her movements.

And yes, I expect her to look different. But this difference was not just about her physical appearance now. There is something about the Sabrina that is very different from the Sabrina I knew in high school seven years ago.

Gone was the timid, shy, quiet Sabrina woods.

Seven years ago, Sabrina Woods would have trembled beneath his stare. Now she held my gaze like she was daring me to do something.

Like she was challenging me, urging with her gaze, trying to see what I was going to do.

Oh, she has no idea what I have in stock for her.

She looked at me, her eyes refusing to leave my face.

And that's when I sensed it. Yes, she's more daunting now, but I could see it.

Her fear. She was scared.

But I was quite certain she was not really scared of me, but of the things I could do to her at this moment.

“So, where do you think you are going now Sabrina?” I said.

She held my gaze. Her eyes widened in realization that I had caught her in her attempt to run away.

She cleared her throat, shifting a little bit further from me. She tried not to make it too obvious, however I caught that movement.

“I am going home.” She replied firmly.

Gone was the softness and smallness of her voice. What was left was a raw unedited version of the real Sabrina Woods I always sensed in high school under all her timid self. I had known that she was more than she portrayed herself to be.

Time had stripped the softness from her. What remained was something far more fascinating, a woman who looked at monsters and refused to flinch.

The monster here was me by the way.

“Home?” I asked, pretending to not understand what she was talking about.

“I am going home, Visconti. You can't keep me here against my will. My father would find you and what he would do to you…”

“And what would your father do now hmm? Or you've forgotten, you've cut connection with them to chase your artist dreams.”

Her eyes widened in shock.

“How…how did you…how did you know that?” She asked quietly.

I chuckled and walked closer to her. I expected her to move away from me , but she just stood there, her eyes following my movements.

I came to her side and replied in a low voice,

“You were hard to find Sabrina. But I did. I found you. I told you I would find you.”

I saw a swallow work its way through her throat. That was her only physical reaction.

I was impressed. She was no longer that quiet little thing hiding behind oversized sweaters and nervous smiles. Somewhere along the years, Sabrina had learned how to be more controlled.

I walked away from her, standing behind her now at a little distance,

“Besides, what would your father do to me now? I'm no longer that little, miserable boy he put behind bars. I would ruin him before he even dares to breathe the wrong way around me.”

I saw her hand twitch.

Ohhh…she was nervous. I guess that's the only part of the old Sabrina that remained.

“What do you want?” Her voice came out coarse, she looked over her shoulder to give me a nasty look.

And honestly, it amused me even more. There was something lethal about her now. Not in the way she spoke, but in the way she no longer seemed afraid of consequences.

I should hate what she’d become. Instead, the fire in her only fed my obsession further.

I moved closer to her now, standing to face her I answered her question,

“You Sabrina. You.”

I remember her father's words to me when I was being taken away by the cops.

“I would make sure you never get anywhere near my daughter.”

He would soon realise that he can never keep me away from his daughter. And he would personally hand her over to me.

My perfect plan has just begun.