Written in Ink

Thrity-five | Reagan

 It's been about two weeks and it's all been the same. Remy and I sneak into the kitchen to help cook, learning new skills which has been really fun. But something that has been keeping my thoughts is that every night, Alonzo says, "good night, amore". I want to know what that word means. So, I pull out that dictionary I bought a while ago and open it up and begin reading.

When I don't know how to pronounce some of the words, I open google translate and listen to the way the word is pronounced. It's a very pretty language, kind of close to spanish.

After a while, lunch comes in and the maid puts it on the bed beside me. I thank her in Italian, "Grazie." I don't know if it was right. Her face falls and she looks scared. "Sorry." She leaves quickly and I just am left confused about what I did wrong. I shrug it off taking a forkful of the salad. As I take my bite, I notice the dreadful drink staring at me. I cannot fold and drink it. Doing as I've been doing, I take the bottle to the bathroom and dump it down the drain.

When I come back, I look back into the book and back into studying.

The rest of the day goes slowly, I go on and off with studying and watching television during breaks. Both the dogs perk up and go towards the door to go outside like they did a few hours ago. This time I decided to go with them. Dinner will be soon, within the next hour or so. When I'm done with the dogs, I'll go and meet Remy in the kitchen.

"Let's go to the bagno." I tell them. Before I head out, I grab a dress for dinner later and a pair of heels. They lead the way down the stairs, and I stash my clothes in the bathroom before we head to the back door that shows the large back lawn.

I haven't been back here yet, but I wish I knew how pretty it was before. There is an enormous pool, a pond in the back, and a patteo. All the beauty inside a natural tree fence. Along the tree line, I see guards stationed holding guns. I'm surprised I can see them, they don't look like they are hiding. The dogs look to all of them for a minute before going to the corner of the yard where there are two dog houses that look very high end and match the house perfectly.

Each of the dogs do their business and trot back in towards me. We go back inside the house and on the way up the stairs, I am stopped by the frightening sight of Nico. He looks infuriated, fisting something in his hand. It appears to be my dictionary that I was studying earlier. In his other hand is my dress and shoes that I put in the bathroom.

Shit.

He stalks toward me and I back up with every advance he makes. Lorenzo and Buchanon round in front of me in defence mode. Nico merly smirks, pressing a button on a remote that he is suddenly holding and both the dogs whimper, cowering in pain away.

"What did you just do to them?!" I question harshly.

His eyes narrowed again. "You have absolutely no clue as to what you are doing wrong here. But you signed for it."

I gave him a confused look.

He holds up the book. "You signed the rules."

"Stating what?" I scoff.

"You signed for it. You should know." He grimaces, stepping towards me again. "And you have been sneaking into the kitchen." He fists the callor of my shirt, dropping my stuff onto the floor.

I gasp, holding my breath in fear.

"Remy got her punishment already because of you." He pulls back his fist and lands it down onto the corner of my mouth. I shriek in pain, tears already streaming down my face.

The power behind the punch made me fall to the ground and I scrambled away trying to stand back up only to get stepped on and forced into the ground. "Ah!"

"And don't think I didn't notice that your fat ass has been skipping out on those drinks I told you to drink." He kicks me in the back and it makes me jerk out, the aching bruise already forming. 

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