HELENA'S POV
"Yea and I fucking enjoyed it too" I said to Dante, a subtle smirk on my phone. I wanted him to feel half the pain I felt, both the physical and the emotional one that stung at my heart
"maybe, just maybe he might be the better brother – if you know what I mean" I winked at him, and everything happened in a split second. Dante's eyes flared and before I knew it he was charging towards me. He grabbed my hands and pushing me against the wall, his booze breath hot on my face and the fiery glint in his eyes burning brighter and brighter, I was scared I might get engulfed in it.
"You don't mean that" he said "You don't bloody mean that Helena"
"Why do you care?" I shot back "You sold me to him after all"
"I didn't – I just – how can I fix it?"
"You can't" I said in his face, loud enough that he flinched a little. "When are you going to get it Dante, you're the villain in this story, you're not a hero – you're the evil villain who's not going to get the girl at the end" I pushed away from him.
"You're my fucking wife" he yelled and I couldn't listen anymore and I turned my back to leave but he stopped me.
"I love you – I love you so much Helena"
I took in a sharp intake of breath, his words filling my ears and leaving me hollow. I couldn't turn around to look at him, because I knew if I did I'd falter. I knew if I looked back into those piercing eyes, he'll entrap me with his spell and I'd be left yearning for him. I couldn't do that not when his betrayal stung deep in my chest, I could still feel the pain radiating through out my body, my leg still throbbed and it took everything in me to pretend that particular pain didn't exist.
Pain – pain – pain. That was all I felt and he was mostly the cause of it.
"I need time" I said with my back still turned to him "I need to think"
"You can think right here, in this house, in our house"
"I need to be away from you" I turned this time and I regretted it immediately. "I need to be someplace else, where I'm not haunted by you"
"No Helena – how can I fix this?"
"By leaving me alone"
Silence. More silence. A dreadful stare warping both of us in awkward silence.
"I need to go" I said finally and I rushed out of the house and back to the car where I could allow the tears to stream uncontrollably from my eyes. Where I could groan in pain from the painful spikes shooting up my leg. I started up the car and began to drive absent mindedly on the road. I didn't know where to go. I couldn't go to Vivianna because she was heavily pregnant and I couldn't begin to bother her about my problems, my mother's house wasn't an option because I couldn't have her throwing me 'I told you so' looks from across the room. I could no longer seek comfort and solace in dance because my leg was fucked up.
The only other place I could go was well – Matteo. And it wasn't long before I was pulling up into the parking lot of his pent house, deep in the hearts of the city, the pretty and expensive part on the other end of town. Algreen cove was pretty easy to understand, they were three parts of the town. The ghetto part which was in the middle, where the gangs, drug dealers and everything bad thrived. There was the Right End which was pretty urban but still had a little of gang violence and that was where Dante lived, because he controlled that part of town and finally the Left End, was the classier part of town which pretty roads, skyscrapers and tall buildings, it smelled better too and the air seemed fresher too – I took a deep inhale.
I took the elevator straight up to Matteo's house and I rang the bell, the door flew open before I could ring it again and Matteo was right in front of me.
"Can I – can I come in?"
The words were barely out of my mouth when Matteo pulled me into his arms, circling me with a warm embrace and filling my nose with his warm cologne. I hugged him back, I let him smooth my hair down with his hands, I let him blow a soft kiss just above my head since he towered above me – I let him kiss me soft on the lips, mingling the sweetness in his mouth with the sourness of mine.
"Are you okay?" he asked and I sighed, still in his arms.
"My leg's killing me" I managed with a slight chuckle and before I knew it Matteo lifted me off the grounds and, carrying me to the sofa.
"You don't ever have to walk while you're here"
"I kinda need to, part of my rehab conditions" I said, stretching my feet out on the sofa and suddenly wondering how it'd feel to fuck Matteo right on this sofa.
"Well fuck that" he echoed "I'm not letting you walk while you're here" he kissed my hair and I felt a strange feeling overwhelm me. Why did it feel awkward? Maybe because he's Dante's cousin turned half brother and that moment I was in between two brothers.
"How did it go – with Dante I mean"
"Not good" I offered "There was a lot of yelling – he said he was sorry – he said he loved me"
"And?" his eyes were curious and I knew where he was driving at
"And nothing, I'm here aren't I?"
Matteo nodded and he sat pensive for a moment for a moment and then he spoke "Helena – you know you don't ever have to go back to him"
I stared at him, not saying anything yet
"You know how I feel about you Helena – you know I'm head over heels in love with you and I'd do anything to keep you by my side"
This was beginning to sound all too familiar, I knew Matteo was a scheming bastard, I mean he had connived with Gianna to pull me out of Dante's house all because he loved me, I knew that – I fucking knew that and –
"Wait a damn minute" I stopped him "Did you plan this whole thing"
Silence
That was all the answers I needed to know.