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ld-constantly on the phone, scrolling, or typing with intensity. I couldn't help but wonder who had incurred his anger; facing

ing the sole source of dialogue. Suppressing my natural inclination to talk, particularly when nervous, proved challenging. Fortunately, the drive was relatively short. The oppressi

good to embrace the silence and just reflect. No, I would rather reflect while lis

om getting out of the car; the alternative would have been to jump out immediately the car came to a halt;

s him. And then I saw it, the house. It took my breath away; it was beautiful, it looked like those houses in home maga

id that thou

ver afford it, and it was so big for one perso

istled; at least I heard his voice even if it was

iful house I have ever seen, and I

live with his family. Dante's weird part implied they lived together, how can they live toge

amily, I wanted to ask, but I did not; it wasn't my bus

rooms, I walked faster; I was so exc

you're running?"

ealized I was a few s

unning; I'm just

walk faster because you don't h

, he he

idn't say that

ing me a liar

, I'm just eager

ling me a liar; I have be

?" Dant

rude to listen to other people'

t us to hear whatever you're saying,

eyes looked dangerous, but Dante didn't seem like he was afraid; he continued to smirk. I

or. Wow, I thought, this is the biggest living room I had ever seen. my house ca

is world; I opened the shelves and wished I could cook something, anything, just so I can

irection I thought had the bedroom, but I didn't see it, so I changed and walked the opposite side. You

e bed was so huge I couldn't guess the size, the beddings were white-my favorite. The room was decorated in red, which I would redo if it was mine, the windows were s

d my shoes and did just that 'wow' if my bed felt like this, I would call in sick every Monday

e yourself comfortable in

and just stared at h

e whispered; he gazes at me, I felt my face heating u

looking away from my face. He was standing at t

lready in bed, Picchetto?" Dante asked me. I could see Elton react to the name, I

" I defended myself. "Have you guys finished checking it o

t, and my eyes focused on him. He speaks, I thoug

ed myself out of bed, slipped in my

on the phone. "No, don't kill the bastard yet torture hi

mean, torture is a word I have only heard on TV, or what I hear the

houldn't I do something? But what? Should I ask him what he meant? No, no, that wouldn't be a good i

ing?" I heard

in silence again, but this time I di