Alessio’s POV
I blinked in surprise at the sight before me
“M-Mother?” I slurred, stumbling towards her with open arms.
“You’re drunk,” She said nonchalantly and scrunched up her nose in disgust as I enveloped her into a tight embrace.
Way to state the obvious.
“You reek of alcohol! Let’s get you cleaned up, figlio.”
“Us Italians have huuuuge feet.” I hiccupped, examining the ginormous red sock in my hand.
“Those are where we put your presents, love.” She let out a chuckle, which floated in the stuffy air.
My sparkling green eyes open as wide as an owl as I watched my mother fall to the floor and hold onto her lower abdomen, a pool of crimson red blood surrounded her slender figure.
“Mother? Mother, oh god no.” I stared into her grey orbs intently, seeing fear and …show more content…
The tantalizing aroma of coffee fills the air, replacing the stench from drunken idiots and cheap perfume. Strolling into the kitchen, I face no one but the wonderful goddess I have been thinking about for what seems like eternity.
“Excited for Christmas?” She asks, clapping her hands together whilst grinning like a child.
“Excited? Last year he thought it’d be a nice surprise to drop a tonne of ice on the streets of almost twenty states in the states.” Lorenzo’s eyes glittered with mischief
“You don’t like Christmas?” Andrea gawked; putting her coffee down on the table and her hands on her hips. “Can’t say I’m the biggest fan.” I interject as she pokes my chest playfully.
“Scrooge.” She sticks her tongue out
“Oh the pain... I can’t bear it!” I feign my hurtfulness, putting my hand on my heart as our crystal glasses filled with warm coffee clink. My lips touch the top of the glass and I feel it slide down my tongue and into my stomach.
“This feels like cement.” Andrea says, letting a drop of the beverage drip down from the corner of her mouth. A blush creeps onto her cheeks as her hair covers her face like a curtain; I tuck a strand of her thick hair behind her
I blinked in surprise at the sight before me
“M-Mother?” I slurred, stumbling towards her with open arms.
“You’re drunk,” She said nonchalantly and scrunched up her nose in disgust as I enveloped her into a tight embrace.
Way to state the obvious.
“You reek of alcohol! Let’s get you cleaned up, figlio.”
“Us Italians have huuuuge feet.” I hiccupped, examining the ginormous red sock in my hand.
“Those are where we put your presents, love.” She let out a chuckle, which floated in the stuffy air.
My sparkling green eyes open as wide as an owl as I watched my mother fall to the floor and hold onto her lower abdomen, a pool of crimson red blood surrounded her slender figure.
“Mother? Mother, oh god no.” I stared into her grey orbs intently, seeing fear and …show more content…
The tantalizing aroma of coffee fills the air, replacing the stench from drunken idiots and cheap perfume. Strolling into the kitchen, I face no one but the wonderful goddess I have been thinking about for what seems like eternity.
“Excited for Christmas?” She asks, clapping her hands together whilst grinning like a child.
“Excited? Last year he thought it’d be a nice surprise to drop a tonne of ice on the streets of almost twenty states in the states.” Lorenzo’s eyes glittered with mischief
“You don’t like Christmas?” Andrea gawked; putting her coffee down on the table and her hands on her hips. “Can’t say I’m the biggest fan.” I interject as she pokes my chest playfully.
“Scrooge.” She sticks her tongue out
“Oh the pain... I can’t bear it!” I feign my hurtfulness, putting my hand on my heart as our crystal glasses filled with warm coffee clink. My lips touch the top of the glass and I feel it slide down my tongue and into my stomach.
“This feels like cement.” Andrea says, letting a drop of the beverage drip down from the corner of her mouth. A blush creeps onto her cheeks as her hair covers her face like a curtain; I tuck a strand of her thick hair behind her