The Wounded Love novel Chapter 62

I only nodded my head. I didn't know what to say anymore. I needed to go to sleep. My brain wasn't functioning.

"Here." He held out a bag. "Clothes, soaps, and um tampons."

I took it. "Thanks. I just-?what about my parents? They're going to worry."

"You can't really make outgoing calls but," He pulled out a tiny black cell phone. "Make it quick. Don't give anything away."

I called my mother first. She didn't really seem to be interested in me at the moment, but I told her that if anything I'd call her. The same went for my father. He wasn't home yet which was good. Nick wouldn't be able to go after either one of my parents, because neither of them were in the country.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Dante said, taking the phone back.

His hand brushed against mine. Neither one of us pulled away. "Ok."

"I like your hair." He added as he walked out the door.

I woke up at around noon time. There was a tray of warm food waiting for me on the small table. The door to my room was shut completely, so I was free to eat as fast as I wanted without anyone judging me. I was starving since I didn't really get fed last night.

After I ate I showered in the tiny bathroom that was in my room. Dante had supplied me with all the needed toiletries. I liked the clothes he gave me too. Sweatpants and t-shirts. Maybe this was all he could get his hands on, but I was glad. It's not like I was going anywhere anytime soon. Mine as well be comfortable.

After thinking about it for a good half an hour I left my room. There weren't as many people as I thought there'd be. There was Anthony, Susan, Jade, Dante, And a couple of other men who I didn't know. Of course they carried guns.

I found Dante talking to Anthony in the hallway. I couldn't tell what it was about, because they stopped talking as I approached.

"Hey." They greeted me.

"Hi." I said back, not really sure what to do now.

Dante told Anthony to give him a minute so he could talk to me. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing much." I replied playing with the hem of my shirt. "I was just wondering what's going on. Is Silvio down here too?" I've only met the guy once and he already scared the living daylights out of me.

They welcomed me in, glad to have someone else to talk to. Both of them avoided the topic of Sean, and it was obvious that they were avoiding Dante too. It was probably because of me. But they were still glad I was there.

This was one of the most boring days of my life. I mean there was nothing to do nor was there anything to talk about. The atmosphere was depressing.

Eventually I went back to my room, exhausted from not doing anything.

I threw myself on the sofa and practiced saying the alphabet backwards. I did that with no problem after a half an hour. Then I tried counting backwards from a hundred. I did that twice.

The door to my room opened and Dante walked in, running a hand through his thick hair. I don't think he noticed I was there. He set the gun down on the table along with the weird looking little, black phone.

I stood up, letting him know that I was there.

Dante turned around. "Hello." He said to me.

I stared. All I could do was stare. I mean talk about perfection. I didn't think it was possible for a man to be this perfect. I just couldn't get over it.