Chapter 267: There Is A Lot I Am Not Saying
Chapter 267: There Is A Lot I Am Not Saying
Camilla
"Domenico, you need to…" Gregorio began but his brother was already turning away to run upstairs before he could even finish his sentence.
My shirt remained rolled up to just beneath my bra as my head lolled heavily against Adriano's chest, not understanding why I was feeling the impact of this so intensely all of a sudden but wondering how much blood I possibly could have lost by now. As droplets of my own started to trick, a very much torn shirt below my chest, I started to wonder if it was enough.
"Gosh, Princess. What the hell happened to you?" Adriano pressed as he walked me out of the front hall and into the kitchen, helping to keep my side protected as he lowered me gently out the cold counter.
I instantly tipped my head back to lean against the cabinets as my arms looped around my center, not protesting as he cradled the back of my neck in his one large hand. My ears faintly noticed the sound of running water beside me, only realizing it was Gregorio filling up a large bowl when it was placed beside me, Domenico returning from upstairs with his hands full of supplies I knew was meant for me.
"Off," he said not even a second later, my mind not understanding the order until my leggings were being tugged down before I could say no, seeing the material soaked with my blood too long with a bunch of splinters from where the branch got me.
The full damage of my bruises from a few days ago along with the new ones were on complete display now as I listened to their breaths around me, my hand coming up to weakly push them away as I reached for the warm bowl of water Gregorio had filled.
"I can do it myself, I am fine." I mumbled over the haze of my voice, not having any bit of strength to resist as careful hands pushed me back from my face previous hunched position.
I hated how something as simple as a scratch had led to this, however then again, I think we all thought it was more than just a scratch. I could tell at the seriousness of Domenico's movement, washing his hands thoroughly and working in a way I imagined a doctor would. He seemed to know every bit of what he was doing and even with my most previous bullshit words, he paid no attention to them.
"Greg, there is a box full of medicine on the bottom cupboard to your right." Domenico said as Adriano continued to hold me, my skin growing hot with hot sweat and blood.
"Remember the accident some years back, she needs that stuff." He continued, an understanding passing between the three of them that I didn't understand.
If it was something to dull the pain or even knock me out for the night, I was more than game. Instantly, Gregorio scuffed through what Domenico had described, the latter not even waiting to see if he found it before a washcloth was being submerged in the clear warm water, ringing it out with both hands before bringing it over to my stomach.
It seemed like the bleeding itself had stopped now as Domenico stepped in between my legs, Adriano still to my right and Gregorio to my left with a bottle of something dark with no label. That is promising, he seemed to do his own thing as my attention was pulled to in front of me, Domenico having taken my chin between two fingers and forcing me to meet his eyes. I wondered if he could see the guilt and the pain in mine?
"I will only ask you this once and I suggest you answer it. How did this happen and how long have you been bleeding from the time you were injured to the time you walked in through the door?" Domenico asked, with no warmth in his voice.
All I sensed was a kind of seriousness that made the hairs on my arms stand nervously, like I was being cornered and had no way out but through.
"I was helping a friend, on the way back to my car, I tripped over the root of a tree and slammed really hard into the branch of another." I lied, trying to avert my eyes, knowing that he could read everything in my eyes
He wouldn't let me, though as the hand with the washcloth settled on my hip, the fingers of his other hand were still hooked under my chin.
"There is something you are not saying." He pointed out slowly but after what I found out about the old man's daughter, there was no way in hell I would be selling him out.
Domenico could sense emotions in a person but he couldn't read my mind, so if he didn't want to help me with my wounds now then I would just do it myself. Anger turned out to be amazing motivation for energy as I reached down to take the washcloth straight from his hand, ignoring how close he was to me and the fact that he smelled like every bit of heaven I wanted to devour. The truth is that he was angry too, all of them were and it created one hell of a lot of tension in combination with the limited space the counter provided us.
"There is a lot I am not saying, Domenico." I admitted as I leaned forward into him, my fingers meeting the washcloth and feeling his hand jerk away instantly.
"But that didn't change the fact that I am kind of hurt right now and you standing here like a possessive asshole isn't doing anything to…" I trailed off just as I felt a tight squeeze at the back of my neck, nothing painful but more than enough to make me stutter.
"Before you go spewing a bunch of creative nicknames for us, princess. Know that when we came home and realized you weren't here, it felt like losing you all over again." Adriano said against my ear in a way that had my throat clogging with my words, turning my head to him but finding his expression to be unchanging.
"And sweetheart, the next time you think to run without telling us.." Gregorio began, walking over to me with a glass of something that looked disgusting but his expression was cool and promising.
"We will find you again and when we do, I am going to put you over my knee until I am no longer frustrated with you for scaring us."
My heart pounded with the intensity of his words, of his promises for a possible future. I wouldn't have blamed them if they wanted to kick me out at this point and yet all they seemed to want to do is draw me in closer with every second passing between us. It would be so much easier if they didn't care, it would be so much easier if I did.
A pause of silence filled the air as a wave of tears threatened to spill down my cheeks but I didn't understand why as I let my eyes fall shut yet again, just needing to feed into the illusion that I was alone. No one could hurt me if there was no one there to begin with. It was so hard to pretend, though, when I felt gentle brushes against my skin, my state of undress not helping in any way. I need another distraction, something stronger that I could focus on apart from..
"Fuck!" I gasped as I felt something brush against my scrapes or better yet around the tender area around them as Domenico gently tried to wash the blood away.
I felt his hand pause against me as my eyes flew back open, looking down to see the smear of red already staining his cloth. I know he had barely even applied any pressure but there had to be multiple splinters embedded in my skin with how sensitive it was. Unfortunately, the only way to get a clear look at what he was working with was to wipe the blood away, meaning I had to suck it up and deal with it in the meantime.
"Sorry," I signed as I tried to avoid Gregorio and Adriano's gaze at my side, curling my fingers around the edge of the counter and waiting for the pain I knew would eventually follow.
At least I could brace myself this time as Domenico brought his hand down again, his eyes flicking between my face and my cuts as he brushed as lightly as he could against them. He was careful as he went back to removing the blood and dirt painted across my skin in various places, slowly revealing the expanse of bruises both old and new that marred my stomach. How eyes furrowed but made no comment as we simply remained in silence.
Gregorio at one point, having passed me a mug full of the medicine mixed with something. I continued to sip on it now as the bitter taste continued to flood my mouth but I wasn't complaining as it eventually led to a spread of warmth through my bones. A kind unlike the hot burning it felt like before.
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