Alessia's POV
My hands caught a scissors and I was determined to stab him with it, if he tried to harm me. But he shifted backwards, retreating to the table where there was a bottle of wine. He poured some into a glass and stirred it slowly.
"You shouldn't have found out. You should have just remained clueless, just like you've always been." He said, bringing the glass to his lips, and taking a sip.
I was burning with rage. Clueless? That was how he had seen me.
"Clueless about what exactly?" I asked, "That you have been fucking my so-called best friend or that you are so eager to kill me?" I spat, my grip tightening on the scissors.
"There's someone that would explain that better." He said, opening the door, revealing Viola.
She smiled, that sly smile. Her black hair was perfectly styled. "Hi bestie." She said.
I bit my lips, how dare her... "You both want to kill me now? You bitch and bloody bastard. C'mon, do what you so much want to." I said at the top of my voice. My body was shaking with rage, more than ready to attack. They both stood there, doing nothing. My breath was ragged.
"Why are you just staring?" I asked my eyes darting from Viola to Derek, watching their reactions.
Viola walked up to me, "Why the rush?" She asked. "It's just a few days from now. After tomorrow, I'll make it come true, don't worry." She said, looking into my eyes.
I was so mad, I spat on her face. "You disgust me." I said.
She picked up a tissue and wiped it off, unperturbed, but I could tell she was hiding her anger.
"Mr. Rossi called and told me how you made a fuss at his study," Viola said, discarding the tissue. I was surprised. Why would my father tell her? What kind of people was I surrounded with?
"As much as I hate it," Viola continued, "you see, Alessia, you would have to marry Derek. You don't really have an option." She brought her hand to my face, her touch making my skin crawl.
"And I'll be your bridesmaid and make sure to catch your bouquet," she said, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. I slapped her hands off, my anger boiling over.
I felt suffocated, I could feel the tension in the air, and this toxicity and hate was getting into me. "Why are you doing this?" I found myself asking Viola, my voice shaking with emotion.
Some part of me still couldn't believe this. I and Viola were so close, sharing every secret, every dream, and every fear. We had been inseparable since highschool, and she knew everything about me, so it was the same for me.
"Because I want to," she said with a shrug and I knew it wasn't that simple. I wanted to know the real reason.
"What would you gain if I die? Derek, maybe my inheritance, but you..." I trailed off, my eyes searching hers for any hint of the truth.
"Do you really want to know that?" she asked, her voice with sarcasm.
"Or you're just jealous of me and desperate to take my happiness?" I said, my anger rising.
Viola scoffed, and then rolled her eyes.
"You're so envious of a friend that you want to conspire and kill her. What makes you think Derek won't do the same to you?" I said my voice rising.
"Alessia!" Derek roared, his tone warning, but I wanted to know the truth.
I pressed on, relentless. I could see Viola's face reddening, and I continued, "Now you're nothing but a slutty wench, and you want to be a murderer?"
"Enough!" Viola screamed, smashing the wine bottle on the ground. The sound made me and Derek jump. I was glad my words had taken effect, but I didn't know what to expect next.
Viola's eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, I thought she might charge at me.
She dragged my arm, pulling me closer to her face. "You think I'm jealous of you? You're a nothing. A complete nobody!" Her breath was hot against my skin, her eyes burning with anger.
"Everything you think is yours, was mine from the very beginning," she said.
I furrowed my brows, confused. "What the crap are you saying?"
"Babe, you don't have to_" Derek said, his voice calm, but Viola cut him off.
"Shut up! She has crossed her limits. I'm done, I'm completely done having her feel she's better than me, always feeling important." Viola said, leaving me and facing Derek, her chest heaving with anger.
"Of course she isn't," Derek said, holding her shoulders. "Let her die clueless, that's what Mr. Rossi also wants." His words hit me like a bombshell, and my eyes widened in horror.
Dad also wanted me dead? I was asking myself numerous questions, my mind racing with confusion and fear. No, this must be a prank or some kind of twisted scheme. But my mind kept going back to how my dad had reacted earlier, his cold words and demeanor.
"What about what I want?" Viola said, her voice menacing. "I should break that little heart of hers into irreparable pieces!"
Derek and Viola stood there, arguing over my fate, their voices rising.
This was my chance, I thought. I knew I was trapped, but I had to escape. I had to run far away from this house, from these people who wanted me dead. But why would Dad want me dead? The question swirled in my mind, but I pushed it aside. I had to focus on survival.
My hands still gripping the scissors, I picked up the table lamp and smashed it on Viola's head. The sound of shattering glass and Viola's cry of pain filled the air. Derek's eyes widened in shock, and
for a moment, he was frozen in place. I took advantage of the distraction.