An Italian’s Escort Lover

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Phoebe Point of View

Thirteen Years.

Thirteen years of painful hell and a pleasurable heaven.

Life had a free time to lazy around so it threw me into hazards for a time pass. It was like my life was a good reader like me to make a tragic story out of me.

Am I an unlucky one?

Not really. If I was, then I wouldn’t have met him… met my love.

Am I a lucky person?

Not at all. If I was, then I would’ve not been forced to go away from him.

Such a luckily unlucky person, that I am now in a situation where I am afraid to die and there is no eagerness to live. I have nothing to make out of my future.

I have no decent education nor am I smart enough to make out know-how’s of the society. I hardly have any money to depend on.

This is where life had leaded me to. Alone, lost and hungry on the roads of a countryside village where there is surely peace but there is nothing for me.

The accommodation Rick has arranged for me turned out to be a burden to me. It was nice place with many good people around but life had taught me yet another important lesson, there are people who pretend good and can have rotten heart inside their chest.

An elderly man who was taking care of an old car repair shop close to the single room apartment I was allocated turned out to be a pervert. He looked very old, almost close to seventy. I watched him smile at people gleefully many times in those seven days of staying there. He was like a elderly person who I thought of as a grandfather.

But…

“I find you very lost, young lady. Are you alright there?” I heard a voice speaking softly yet commandingly at the same time.

I tilted my head and immediately covered my eyes to protect them from the blaring sun. I was sitting on a bench at the side of the road where there is not shelter to protect myself from the scorching heat.

But do I want to?

I felt a presence sitting beside me on the bench. I rubbed my eyes to get my sight clear again and looked beside e to find an elderly lady yet a beautiful woman looking at me curiously.

“I’m fine, thank you.” I answered shortly and was ready to stand up to walk away from there when I heard her again.

“I have been noticing you early this morning from the moment you came here. You looked lost and scared and did not ever move from this bench. If I’m not wrong, you either ran away from home or is running away from someone.” I heard her say. I stopped myself from getting up and turned to look at her in bafflement.

She looks to be in her late seventies but the wisdom in her eyes is brighter than the green colored orbs. She looks very calm and composed also her posture seems relaxed but there is this aura around her that cannot be mistaken.

She can destroy anyone if trifled with her. Just like the aura I felt around Nicco.

Nicco… the name itself pierced my heard with millions of needles.

“Oh, this must be your land, I’m sorry to trespass Ma’am. I will – leave now.” I stood hurriedly and took the duffle bag which was sitting beside the bench, ready to run away from here.

I cannot trust anyone. No one can be trusted in this world.

I trusted an old man and he took advantage of me and tried to force himself on me. I learnt my lesson now. I cannot just trust anyone no matter how genuine and good they look. In the end, everything is a pretense.

I walked away from her and crossed the street finding myself refugee in an abandoned half ruined barn just in front of a huge mansion. Since this place looks so destroyed I guessed it doesn’t belong to anyone so I went inside the barn and sat down, resting my throbbing legs.

The village looks like a calm neighborhood with not more than fifty houses and few shops. It is a very well developed place but the atmosphere of the countryside is still there.

Where do I go now?

I lost my phone while fighting the old monster, I lost most of my things in the process and I just have few clothes and my bank passbook and cards with me which I’m thankful of.

If I go to some cheap motel, I can stay there for few days easily and provide myself with food and necessities but I need a job direly. With my lack of basic educational background, I will not get any job, not to forget the lack of family background.

I cannot tell anyone where I came from nor can I give them fake information about my background. In this ten days of staying outside in the real world, there came many times when I wanted to kill myself because it was beyond the limit of my tolerance.

Besides everything, the thing that I don’t have Nicco beside me and will never be able to see him and talk to him had me howl in pain every second.

If someone asks me what death is, then I would say breathing every second with the memories of your loved one out of reach from you is the real death.

If all those thirteen years was one kind of death, then now is completely another level. At least all those years, Nicco was there with me, protecting me, guiding me and loving me.

Nicco…

Fresh tears leaked from my eyes at the thought of the only person I love so much. What is he doing now?

Did he get my letter?

Is he sad that I walked away without a final goodbye?

Is he angry at me?

Is he well? What he must be doing now?

My thought broke when I heard a loud roar of thunders which made me scream in alarm. Just now it was so hot that it gave me a throbbing headache and now it is thundering like the storm is about to come.

Very soon, the sky tuned dark with clouds and what started with a light drizzle turned into a full blown stormy rainfall. The barn where I took shelter was no help to me as the tiled roof started to move with heavy winds and harsh rain. It was already destroyed mostly and little roof over my head is soon blown away by the winds.

I stood there close to the pillar and tried keep myself dry but my fate never disappoints me as there is no shelter anywhere near and I am too much scared to run under a tree since they are violently shaking.

Leaning against a pillar, I wrapped my hands around myself to stop myself from shivering but the cold winds and the wet rain drenching me are causing chills throughout my body.

Oh God, why do you always put me in deadly situations?

Now where do I go? If I still keep standing here, I will definitely die of hyperthermia. While on one side death did excite me because I will finally be free of all the pain and struggle but I had learnt good.

My Nicco had taught me well to go for a suicide. I cannot disappoint him, I cannot disappoint myself. If I really die, then how can I see Nicco again?

I have no intention of meeting him again but then watching him on newspaper, magazine or in TV is enough for me to keep me alive. Till this moment, the only reason I did not give up on my life is because of him. I cannot even imagine the thought of not being able to see him anymore.

But seems like the Gods had made their decision to end my life. Soaking in the cold rain from almost an hour, my eyes slowly grew blurry and my head started to pound. My breath was coming out in pants and the cold seeped deep into my bones giving me tremors.

It is already dark time of the day now and there was no one on the road to ask for help. The only sound I can hear is the rain and winds. Two of the trees beside the barn fell down due to which I have no place to sit or run to.

No longer is my mind in my possession with the passing time. My blurred eyes lost their focus completely at one point and finally darkness consumed me before playing a vision of all my life before me in a minute.

It is said that you can see your whole life running before you just moments before your death. Seems like it is true after all, I can hear loud voices of someone around me faintly but I can feel grip of death tighten around me.

When the darkness completely consumed me, the last thing I felt was a tear roll down my eyes at the memory of my Nicco.

It’s a goodbye forever this time, Nicco.

I wish you have a long and happy life and If I have a power to, then I bless you with my share of luck and years of life as well.

I love… you…

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