Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Bruises

I silently closed the door behind me. I had just put Giovanni’s sister in bed, and now it was time for me to get in bed.

It was two in the morning, and I’d woken up to the credits of The Lion King. I hated how quiet the house sounded, and it took everything in me not to have a panic attack.

Every time I turned a corner, I could have sworn I saw ~him~ getting ready to finish what he started. I visibly relaxed as I safely got into Giovanni’s room.

I had just laid in bed when I heard Giovanni’s door open before it closed quietly and I heard Giovanni grunt. I turned on the lamp beside the bed and stared wide-eyed at Giovanni.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I stood up to help him support himself.

“You should see the other guy,” he joked with a chuckle, but I caught how his face scrunched up in pain.

“Why aren’t you at the hospital?” I asked, lowering my tone so we didn’t wake up the whole house.

“I don’t do hospitals,” he said before he pointed to the bathroom.

I nodded as I helped him toward it and helped him sit on the sink.

“Where’s the first aid kit?” I asked, looking up at him. He pointed at a cabinet behind me, and I nodded before rummaging through it and pulling out the first aid kit.

I turned to him and put it beside him before running out of the room and to where I remembered the dining room being.

I smiled as I noticed the alcohol cabinet and grabbed a bottle of vodka before running back upstairs and handing it to him.

“I thought you left,” he said after he drank about three big gulps, and I knew the alcohol was sinking in, but it was clear he wasn’t drunk yet.

“I wouldn’t leave you,” I said sincerely. I grabbed the rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab before cleaning his wounds. It got quiet as he kept drinking and I kept cleaning.

I took the vodka from him and closed it up before running out and putting it back. I ran back up to see him lifting his shirt off. I gasped as I noticed the purple wounds on his torso.

I kneeled in front of him as I cleaned the wounds on his stomach and stitched up the side of his stomach where it looked like he got stabbed.

I bit my lip and shook my head. This was ~horrible~, and I couldn’t believe somebody would do this to him. No, he wasn’t the easiest to get along with, but he didn’t deserve this.

I threw his arm over my shoulder when I finished fixing him up and gently put him on the bed. I grabbed a pillow and put it on the floor before covering him up with his blanket.

“Why are you sleeping on the floor?” he asked as he watched me prepare for bed.

“Because you need space,” I said softly. I took off my clothes and grabbed one of his shirts before putting it on.

“Sleep with me,” he said, sitting up. I choked on air as I stared at him wide-eyed.

“I think you drank too much,” I said, walking back into the room.

“I meant sleep in the bed with me,” he said, shaking his head.

“Oh,” I mumbled. I bit my lip as I thought about it.

“If you don’t, I’ll just sleep on the floor with you,” he said, getting ready to lie on the floor.

“Okay, okay,” I said, fighting a smile. He smiled triumphantly, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I climbed in the bed beside him and turned to face him.

“What happened?” I asked softly.

“It’s not important,” he said with a shrug.

“It is important, Giovanni,” I pushed.

“I said it’s not important, Luna,” he bit back.

“You could have died, Giovanni,” I groaned. I bit down on my tongue to prevent myself from crying, but that didn’t stop a few stray tears from falling from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks.

He scrunched up his face like he was trying to figure me out and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“Why do you care?” he asked with his hand still resting on my cheek.

“I care about you, idiot,” I grumbled, looking down.

“Well, you shouldn’t,” he spat, making me groan.

~Obviously, he isn’t that drunk~, I thought with an eye roll. “Don’t you think I know that?” I spat angrily.

“Luna—”

“Don’t. I’m tired,” I said, turning my back to him and closing my eyes.

“Fine,” he spat back. I felt the tears running down my cheeks again, but I didn’t make a move to wipe them away.

I tensed as his arm went around my waist and he pulled me into his chest.

“What are you doing?” I asked, turning around to look at him.

“Are you crying because of me?” he asked, ignoring my question.

“No,” I lied, playing with my hands.

“Luna,” he said warningly.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Why?” he asked, looking in my eyes with pure confusion.

“Because I like you and I care about you. I know I’m the one pushing you away, but that’s only because of Barbie.

“And I know you said she’s not your girlfriend, but it felt like crap watching you kiss her the day after you took me on a date,” I said, biting my lip anxiously.

“Luna, I-I’m not good for you,” he said softly.

“Why can’t I be the judge of that?” I asked, looking him back in his eyes.

“What are you trying to tell me? That you want to be my girlfriend?” he asked. I stared at him wide-eyed as my mouth hung open.

“I think so—maybe,” I said softly.

“Luna, yes or no?” he asked, and I could tell he was losing it.

“Yes,” I said softly. I watched as a smile made its way to his face before he gently grabbed my face and kissed me.

“Good night, ~girlfriend~,” he said, smirking and wrapping his arm back around my waist. I smiled as I felt a blush creeping up to my face.

“Good night, ~boyfriend~,” I said, cuddling into his chest.