Shambles

I edge away from him, scooting left as much as possible.

He scares me.

The fact that I can't control this feeling I get when he's near me, fills me with dread.

He throws my body out of whack. It doesn't respond properly.

When he shoots me a dark look, I bite my lip.

When he threatens me, I find myself thinking, he's so hot.

He could do anything to me, and most likely, I'd enjoy it.

Now, as I sit in the passenger seat of his BMW, the noiseless air allowing for my thoughts to run rampant, it hits me.

He controls me.

I can't control myself around him, and thus, he controls me.

Luciano stops the car in front of my old complex, cutting the engine

For a few moments, it's quiet; he just sits there staring out into space.

My hand reaches for the door when I hear the click of the locks.

"I change my mind. You are going to go up there, get a few things and we are going back to the Estate," he intoned.

"But you told me—!"

"And now I'm telling you differently," he hissed.

"You have fifteen minutes."

Without another word, he unlocks the doors, stepping out.

My feet don't touch the ground for more than a second when he grabs my hand and yanks me out.

Wordlessly, he drags me into the building, up the stairs.

"Unlock it," he demands.

I do as he says.

With a creak the door gave way, revealing a horrible scene.

Everything. Everything is smashed.

I'm not rich, far from it.

None of these things were really worth much, but they were mine.

They were mine.

And now, they were gone.

With blurred vision, I entered the apartment, stepping on frames, and papers.

My life in shambles.

If it were a painting, I'd call it, My Life in Shambles.

It'd be beautiful.

"Well, I suppose you don't need 10 minutes huh?" Amusement coats his tone, but I ignore it.

I stare at my home, feeling more homeless than when I didn't have an address.

"Let's go, Gattina. I will have this cleaned up. For now, we need to get back to the estate."

"I just figured out how you may pay your debts."