The Wounded Love novel Chapter 57

"That would make it obvious that I'm avoiding you." He said.

"You're avoiding me?" I asked in disbelief. Dante didn't say anything, so I asked, "What is this? What are we doing?"

Dante took a step closer to me and held my face in his hand. "I love you." He said. "I don't want you to get involved in my mess. You deserve a normal, happy life. I want you to myself, but I can't do that to you."

"It's my life." I said. "I should be able to decide, not you." My voice shook.

"Trust me." He kissed me on the forehead. "You deserve better."

With that he left. Dante left, breaking me into a million tiny pieces.

The reason why I'd been holding up so well was because I didn't believe it was over. I believed that he would come back to me, and everything would be ok.

He did come back, but nothing was ok. It was over. It ended.

I stood in the same place like an idiot for at least ten minutes. Tears silently made their way down my cheeks. I couldn't control them.

I should've let him think I was the pregnant one. I thought as I made my way over to the couch, where I cried until I was dry of tears and fell asleep.

My morning was just as bad as that night. I ended up sleeping through my two alarms which made me late for work. I was so late that I decided to call out sick. Gavin was pissed but I didn't care.

I was wrapped in the quilt that my mother had made for me, still in the same clothes from the previous day.

I didn't eat nor did I get up. It was three o'clock in the afternoon and I was still laying down in the same position.

It wasn't until my phone rang for the second time did I finally move off of that couch. "Hello." My voice was thick with sleep and a night of crying.

"I know I shouldn't be calling but, I don't care." Nick said to me.

Nick. To be honest it was kind of comforting to hear a familiar voice. I know it shouldn't have been, but it was.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing much. I just wanted to talk."

"He didn't say anything really." I explained, not sure how much information I should give away. Dante told me not to freely talk about Silvio. I still loved Dante, and wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt him.

"I know you're with that guy, but Sky if you hear anything you gotta tell me. I know we aren't in good terms but this is my life we're talking about here." He sounded desperate.

"Ok." I said. "I will."

Nick. Nick. Nick. I couldn't let him die. We weren't in a relationship, we weren't even friends, but I still couldn't let him die. It would be like second hand murder if I did.

I agreed to help, but in truth I was going to run away. I felt like no good could come out of staying at the hotel that appeared to be infested with the mob and their drama, not to mention that the owners themselves were somehow involved and had been for years.

It was too much to wrap my brain around.

My plans for this miserable Saturday were to do the cliche things that girls did after a breakup. While Dante would probably spend the next few weeks a strip club and going back to one night stands, I planned on going to the salon, max out a credit card on clothes and makeup, eat gallons of ice cream, and watch sappy romance movies to make myself feel better.

I didn't invite Jade, I didn't even tell her that I was going out. There was something about wandering the city alone with no strings attached that I loved. It reminded me that I could do whatever I wanted without anyone telling me otherwise. No curfews, no anything.