I Miss My Best Friend
Chapter 239: I Miss My Best Friend
Camilla
Raging with each breath, I stopped running after my father's long strides, watching him leave as I picked up my foot and slipped the newly bright shoe straight from it. Grabbing the heel, I brought my arm back before sending it as hard as I could at the back of his head, too angry to even smile at the thump it made as it messed up his perfectly styled hair. It didn't take long after the first day here to realize that I was not as compliant as my father expected. I was in shock, yes but I would not surrender.
"For the fuck sake, listen to me!" I fumed, refusing to let my tears of helplessness fall over my yelling.
This time he listened, this time my father spun around while rubbing the back of his head and looking at me like he couldn't believe my outburst.
"What do you want me to say, Camilla? You want to wear the ring of the same man who killed your mother? That is what you want?" He shook his head as he finally gave me his attention but I only kept my head inclined, not admitting how sore I was from being trapped for the last week.
I guess there was one benefit with having no other company than your thoughts for so long. I was able to think about everything.
"What I want is to be able to talk to them." I glowered as I refused to stand down even as I could hear people starting to wake for the new day, I had barely slept a wink.
Though the remainder of what Adriano did stung like a sharp pang in my chest, I owed it to the both of us to let him explain. I was only seeing one side of the story here and even though the loss of my mother hurt more than I imagined it would. I have cried every last tear my body could manage to produce. I have grieved and I will continue to grieve but my mother won't get in between ne and my family. I want to go home.
"Camilla, I am doing this because I love you." His voice was soft this time as he for the first time took in my whole appearance, my unwashed body and the dark circles under my eyes and the dirtiness of my skin. I was a mess and it was also the last thing on my mind.
"Oh, so now you think you have the right to play father? At least mother didn't try to hide the ugly that was Inside her, you just tried to disguise it under layers of expensive suits and fancy accessories." I shoot back, folding my arms across my chest as the truth battered through me.
Yet another thing I have been able to cry about. I have spent almost an entire year of my life searching for someone who only viewed me as a mere complication. A thorn he loved but needed to pluck free.
"So what?" He shook his head, finally showing signs that this conversation was getting to him.
"You talk with them and then what? They tell you what you already know or they lie just like they did your entire relationship?"
"Like you are a saint." I scoffed right back, even though that is another truth for me to handle.
They lied about everything, I still don't know Why even after endless hours of thinking, of what to make of that other than the obvious fact that it hurts. I know without a doubt of that.
"Camilla?" He began with an exasperated sigh and I am glad he wasn't looking at me because I couldn't stop the single traitorous tear that trickled down my anger flushed cheek.
I could tell just by his tone that he had no intention of letting me go and I was terrified for that very reason. They should have found me by now but they haven't, it was just me here and there was no way out. I refused to let my father finish his sentence because I knew it would be demeaning. He would brush me off again like a feather in the wind and there would be nothing I could say or do to get through to him.
"You don't get to give me a smile and pretend like everything is okay." I spit the last word with every ounce of fight I had left in me.
I calmed my heart and I urged the pain to go away as I looked him straight in the eyes. If he didn't listen this time, that would be his own fault.
"You want to make things right, let me see them, let me talk to them. You can take my ring from me, my dagger, my home but you cannot take my love for them away."
As another helpless tear fell down my face, all I got was yet another long, dismissive sigh.
****Back To Present****
"Ma'am?" The sound of a man's voice pulled me awake from my dream sharply, every memory stinging on the way up until I was able to remaster the coolness that had slowly become a part of me. Twisting my head to realize I was still in the limousine Domenico had sent me away in, the car had rolled to a stop and the driver was waiting for me to get out with him standing by the open door.
"Sorry to wake you up, miss, but we were here." He said after giving me a moment to collect my bearings, a small embarrassment flushed across my hot-to-the-touch cheeks.
The driver was kind as my heart continued to race sickeningly against my chest, stepping aside as I pushed some of my hair back from my face sheepishly.
"Right," I nodded slightly as I slid across the seat to open the door, slipping back on Domenico's jacket even with the trackers that are no doubt in it before stepping out of the car.
Despite the nightmares that were just previously breaking through my mind, I was mad at all of them for pulling this kind of shit. They must think I am pretty stupid to fall for them letting me leave without any kind of trackers in the process. My father has already played the card enough times for me to have learned my lesson.
"Sorry for making you wait." I apologized with a small, genuine smile, suddenly thankful for the coat as a cold gust of wind disturbed my hair, chilling the bare skin of my neck and face.
It was an annoyance more than anything, though, my mind was preoccupied on other things to care much about. Watching the driver close the car door, I am tempted to simply walk up the snow covered stone to a door I haven't seen in months without another word. I didn't owe anyone anything but my feet still held me still as the slightly older man turned back to me, reaching into his pocket while keeping his eyes on mine.
"I do hope you will use this with wisdom, Miss." He said before fully removing his slender hand from his jacket, retrieving something that means so much more to me than I care to admit.
"My dagger?" I breathe almost pathetically as my fingers reach out towards time, grasping the handle that Susan had intricately designed for me, a memory of my old life here when I was happy.
I miss her so much, not having her as a part of my life hurt me in ways my father simply couldn't comprehend but her companionship had been so grounding for me in my time in this city that it had me longing to see her again. I would even if she was not the woman I am visiting today. Susan was like a guardian to me but Nancy was someone I needed to see first. The truth is that I am scared to find out how my once best friend will react when she sees me because I hope that is what she still is to me.
Adriano, Domenico and Gregorio weren't the only people I was forced to leave behind sueing my time in Abu Dhabi and now I would see if it was hatred, relief or disinterest that would flare in Nancy's eyes when she first opened the door for me.
"Thank you," I said to the driver who brought me here as I slipped my dagger into my pocket, wishing so deeply that I could put this off for just a little while longer.
I could sense the house's presence behind me like it was a force of both hope and fear luring me in and it really wasn't long before the driver got back in the car. Soon, it was just me, my dagger and the unspoken promise awaiting me at my back.
When I knew I just had to do it, I tightened Domenico's coat around me and began to walk up the cold driveway, trying to ignore how much it smelled like him with a bit of something new. Smokey with a hint of pine. I lied when I said Domenico hadn't changed a bit because that was not one thing that made him different. It was something else I didn't want to think about.
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