Remember Me?

3. Risoluzione

I haven't calmed down, if anything leaving me alone in my room has made me more angry. Leaving a person alone with their thoughts is a dangerous thing. 

I stare at my ceiling for what seems like hours, and eventually dinner time comes around but I guess I'm still not permitted to leave my room as the door is still locked. Ughh. I lie on my bed reading my book to pass the time  when I hear a knock on the door which is followed by the door opening. Seriously, what's the point in knocking if you're going to open the door? I look up from the book to see Francisco standing at my door with a tray of food. I guess I'm still being punished then..

'Eat' he commands me, placing the tray onto the desk. I walk over to the table where Frankie is still standing. 

I'm expecting him to leave but instead he goes and lies down on my bed messaging someone on his phone. I don't know how I'm going to do this.

I look down at the food and all I see is calories. Huge, huge calories. I'm guessing I took too long as Francisco looks up from his phone and growls 'hurry up, I have better things to be doing than watching a bambina eat.' 

That's insulting but I don't want to get into more trouble than I already am. I twirl some spaghetti onto my fork and hesitantly put into my mouth. I feel sick. It has been so long since I've eaten a full mouthful of food. I can feel Frankie's eyes still on me so I load another spoonful on before closing my mouth before putting it into my mouth. I do this for another 4 spoonfuls before I can't eat anymore.

'I'm finished' I tell Francisco pointing to my dish.

He looks bored as usual but stands up and moves over too me.

'No you're not'

'Yes I am' I argue back. I've eaten half of the food, that's good.

'No you're not.' He's quite intimidating. His dark blue eyes bore into mine.

'I'm full' I protest pushing the food away.

Francisco bends down to eye level with me

'You've only eaten breakfast today sorella. That's a 7 hour break between then and now, so you're going to eat the rest of this food.' 

That's Francisco. No room for negotiations. Alessandro's right hand man, and therefore the second strictest out of the brothers. Him and I have never really been that close, but just like Matteo he has such a detachment from me that makes me feel like a little kid that's being told off. 

But he can scare me like Alessandro can't, he's just unpredictable. So I do as I'm told, reassuring myself with just one more spoonful and place it into my mouth and have to force it down in my throat. I do it again and again until I only have a quarter left.

'Frankie please' I beg, using my childhood nickname for him 'I can't eat anymore'.

I'm expecting some kind of sympathy but he looks angry.