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We stopped in front of my door, and I glanced up at Giovani as he let go of me and stepped back. He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, pulling it back away from his face.
“I’m really sorry, but I have to make some phone calls to handle some things. Will you be alright on your own?” he asked, a gentle and worried look in his eyes.
From the way he was treating me, I felt like I was glass, one movement away from cracking and shattering on the floor.
I swallowed uncomfortably and nodded to him. “I’m alright, but do I have to answer any questions?”
He turned to look at me with a weird expression. “Questions?”
I frowned. “Don’t the police want to ask me anything? I saw her last, besides Lorenzo and Adrian.”
Even their names left a bad taste in my mouth. What if they had been involved? It was hard to imagine, but not any more difficult than Dahlia getting kidnapped.
I didn’t know what anyone would want with her. Money? Her parents were pretty rich, but I hadn’t heard anything about a ransom. The only thing I could imagine was that Lorenzo or Adrian had to be involved.
Or they were dead.
I shivered, crossing my arms over my middle as I stared up at Giovani determinedly.
“I can give them good descriptions of the two or something. I could be of some use–”
Giovani shook his head, firmly, grasping my arms. “No, It’s okay. We have everything we need. Just focus on getting some sleep, okay?”
I frowned. They got what they needed?
“But I can–” I protested.
But Giovani only stepped back, a weird look in his eye as he cut me off. “I’ll check on you as soon as I finish. Get some sleep, Olivia. Leave this to me. Don’t worry, I’ll find her,” he said very firmly. There was almost a warning look in his eyes, screaming for me to go to bed and not get involved.
Was he worried about me?
Or was something else going on?
Still, I swallowed and gently nodded. I was too tired to do anything. Besides, I would probably just get in the way anyway.
I could trust Giovani. Right?
He smiled softly and kissed me on the forehead lightly before he turned and walked down the hallway. I saw him put his phone to his ear as he entered his study.
The door shut behind him just as I heard him say, “What’s happening–”
I sighed, brushing a few strands of loose hair from my face before I turned to head into my room. My shoulders slumped as soon as I shut the door behind me, any attempt at being strong fading like it had never existed.
All the energy I had drained away like a plug being pulled in a bathtub.
I didn’t bother doing anything else as I slipped into bed, wrapping myself in the blanket and comforter. I pulled my pillow under my head and held the other one to my chest as I settled into bed.
But my eyes refused to close.
The only thought in my mind was Dahlia. While I was laying there in bed, she was… God knew where. I groaned, clasping my hands over my face. There was no telling what was happening to her, and while I knew there was nothing I could do, my thoughts continued to race.
I had to be the worst best friend in the world. Where was she right now? Was she tied up on a cold floor of some abandoned room? Was she being watched by whoever took her?
Was she starving and cold and terrified? What if they had done worse things to her? Were they really kidnappers or had they sold her to some human trafficker? Were they hurting her?
Torturing her? Just the thought of her going through the kinds of torture I’d seen in movies was horrifying enough, but what if she had been raped as well?
I shut my eyes tightly, burying my head into the mattress as I tried to forget for a moment, to do what Giovani had told me and fall asleep.
He’d find her. Won’t he?
“Olive!”
I jumped up in bed, my eyes widening as I looked around for the sudden voice that called my name. I whirled around to face the doorway, and there she was–Dahlia, wearing the dress I’d last seen her in, covered in mud and dirt but smiling brightly. Right behind her was Giovani with a grin on his face.
“Dolly,” I whimpered, my eyes flooding with tears.
I jumped to my feet, racing over to her and clasping her into a massive hug. “I thought you were–”
“Don’t be silly, Olive,” Dahlia laughed. “You really think I let those bastards take me?”
“How are you here?” I asked, in wonder, gazing up at her. I glanced at Giovani with a bewildered but overjoyed expression.
“She managed to crawl her way back all on her own,” Giovani smirked. “That’s Dahlia for you.”
“Oh, thank goodness!” I cried tearfully as I buried my face into her shoulder. She was cold to the touch, but I was so happy to see her I didn’t care one bit. “I was so worried for you. I thought something terrible was happening to you, and I tried to go out to search for you, but I didn’t want to get in the way!”
Dahlia laughed, wrapping arms around me. It felt like I was being embraced by ice. “I’m fine, Olive. I made you worry, didn’t I?”
“Never leave me again!” I sniffed, clinging to her. “Swear to me, okay?”
“But I didn’t leave you,” she said warmly, and a puff of cold air brushed against my shoulder from her breath. “You left me.”
I flinched, guilt shootiing through my stomach as I stepped back.
“I am so, so–”
My apologies fell silent, however, as I glanced up at the smile on her face.
She looked like Dahlia. But she wasn’t. There was something very, very wrong. She grabbed my wrists, her grip tightening and I flinched in pain.
“That hurts, Dolly,” I protested, glancing up at her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“You left me there, Olive,” she said accusingly, that same empty smile on her lips. “You left me there, and I had to suffer for it. We promised to stay together, Olive. So why did you leave me?”
“I…” I stumbled over my words, my whole body trembling as I gazed over her shoulder to look at Giovani.
He was smiling like nothing was wrong, his handsome, kind eyes on Dahlia and not me.
“Did you have fun?” she asked, tilting her head innocently. “With him?”
I stepped back, trying to rip my arm from her grip, but she was too strong, and she stepped forward, her smile fading away as her skin began to darken to a deep purple.
“Did you have fun fucking my cousin while I was out there dying?”
