MISHA
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I can't believe she threw tiramisu and whiskey in my hair and slapped my cheek. Dio santo, how does she has such a heavy hand? My cheek is burning like the hell of it.
Why the hell is my heart sped up like this? I feel like it's about to jump out of my throat.
"Savage cunt," I cursed under my breath, standing up so it wouldn't fall in the couch, then I picked the bowel she left behind and took the excess out of my hair, my beloved hair, my precious hair, ugh. "Now I'll have to wash it again."
"What just happened?" Papa gasped.
"You piece of shit," Leo yelled at me and then ran after her, and not little after, Luigi followed him.
"Hah, I'm his brother and he's siding with her?" I groaned. "It was her that started this, damn it. She must think she's the fucking sun to expect everything to revolve around her. So what if she can't stand me? I can't stand her either," I hissed, more to myself than to anyone else.
I can't stand her, right?
I mean it, don't I?
I need to.
I'm feeling weird.
Weird in a bad way.
I don't know what this is, but I don't like it.
I don't like it at all.
Definitely not when the one making me feel this weird is Zoe fucking Maud. Ew.
"Here," Rosa helped me, getting a towel out of nowhere.
"Why the hell is she acting like this?" Emma cried. "Why is she talking about me like that? She's been like this the whole night, she was never that close to me, but she never talked to me like this."
"She's bitter because I said you were better than her," I brushed it off.
"And why the hell would you say that?" She gasped.
"Because it's true, and she was talking shit after I told her we were dating. She's only like this because I said you were better. That's how damn prideful she is. She can't stand the idea of anyone being better than her, and she knows that nothing will change how I see you better than her, because I love you. So, she's annoyed like that. Zoe Maud may be 20 but inside she's a little kid throwing a tantrum, probably because she didn't live her childhood out like we did," I scoffed, doing my best to believe my own words.
I can't think of any other explanation for her to act like this.
"Not good," papa groaned, looking at zia Anna weirdly, then up to me, a stern look on his face that made me gulp, as I dried to dry the damn whiskey out of me. "Why are you two bickering like this all of a sudden? You never had such a unanimity before, why now? When did you even fight like this, that you said this to her, Misha?"
Why are they questioning me and not her?
Ugh, "I don't know. It just happened, and I'm unable to stay shut when she mocks me, and then she's unable not to answer to when I mock her back, and then we just fight. It began when I stayed in Milan to go after her as Emma asked me, she was indifferent, until I said that I went there because Emma asked, then she got mad, cursed me, and left."
Bipolar little bitch.
"Then, when she woke up that same day, in the middle of the night, she seemed to exploring the secret passages of the villa, because she popped up in the ice rink, where I was ice skating because I couldn't sleep, out of nowhere. I tried to talk to her and ask her why she hated me, then she got annoyed, I told her I was now her brother-in-law, and I didn't want thing to be fucking weird as it always since she was always weird and cold to me, and I had never done anything to her. She got pissed that I'm dating Emma, then she said some shit, I got mad, she got even madder, we fought and she stormed out through the secret passage after yelling at me."
I thought she could be overprotective of Emma, but it's definitely not that if she's even cursing at Emma. Maybe it's because she already knew that Emma was a lesbian and with Rosa instead, and got mad about that. But it doesn't justify how much of a bitch she's being to me, damn it.
I'm just helping my best friend, who happens to be the love of my life, and my one sided unrequited love, who will never reciprocate my feelings. Above anything, we are friends.
Why can't she understand what we are doing?
"She's been bitter about what I said since then, and keeps bringing it up just to mess with me and Emma, but mainly me, since I was the one who said it."
Nonno Matteo Santorini came closer to us with the other elders, sighing, "If it was before, Mia would never act like this. She's been struggling to control her own emotions since Chris died like that. She always had a temper, but never like this. She would never throw a drink even less tiramisu on anyone. Maybe the slap, but the food? No. She's probably having it harder than she wants us to see."
Definitely not the tiramisu, since it's her favorite dessert.
"I mean, sure, I get it, damn it. I was the closest to mama, and I absolutely broke when she died," I cursed annoyed and my hand searched Emma's for me to hold on hers, but she was too far, arms intertwined to Rosa's, so I just clenched them.
I get it, she has her priorities now, but it hurts.
"I almost didn't speak for over a year, but even then, that's not reason enough to throw my anger at others like that. She's targeting me because she won't target any of you. Because she likes me the least in here. But just because she's hurting, doesn't me I'll be okay with her trying to hurt me. I'm no masochist."
[Even then you like her slap.] I did not like her slap. [You did.] No, I didn't.
"Amazing, look what you did!" Leo growled as he came back with Luigi. "She locked herself in her chambers and didn't even answer us when we called for her. Great. Amazing. As if her staying locked for two weeks wasn't enough."
"She won't isolate herself," nonna Giulia Santorini said firmly, annoyed.
"She will come out tomorrow for sure. She promised me. She keeps her promises."
"She's just throwing a tantrum, like the little spoiled brat she is deep down, stop taking it so seriously," I scoffed. "It's me who's suffering in here damn it, Leonid. Look at what she did to my hair. She just wants attention."
"Fuck your hair, Grigori," he yelled annoyed. "You fucking idiot."