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Chapter Two – The Sun Goes Down
“Brendon and myself are not to be disturbed until nightfall.” Pete warned me as the sky lightened. “There’s food in the kitchen, and a TV downstairs. Entertain yourself however you’d like. When night falls, we will emerge.”
Brendon was standing behind Pete, looking impatient. Pete and Brendon walked away down the hallway, leaving me staring after them, completely confused. I sat back down on the bed I’d woken up in. I hadn’t slept yet. My eyes were heavy and dry, and they were closing in spite of myself.
I stood up, and drew the curtains shut, then laid down on the bed, letting my eyes fall shut.
*
“Ryan.”
Something cold touched my face. I flinched away from it automatically.
“Ryan, wake up, you tonto hermoso.”
“What?” I croaked hoarsely.
“Niente, mi caro.” Brendon said, standing over me. “Wake up.”
“What time is it?” I yawned, sitting up and stretching.
“About 7pm.” Brendon responded. He stood up, and pushed the curtains open, revealing a beautiful starry night.
“Brendon?” I whispered after a moment.
Brendon turned away from the window to look at me.
“Why don’t you want me here?” I asked softly.
“Do you want to be here?” Brendon asked after a pause.
“I don’t know.” I whispered, looking down at my hands. “But… why don’t you like me?”
The man in front of me was so beautiful that it hurt. His hair was gelled perfectly. His eyes were a deep, startling brown, unlike any color I’d ever seen. His black button-down shirt clung to his thin waist and displayed his toned muscles.
Brendon stared at me for a long moment, completely expressionless, but clearly thinking hard. Then, he sneered.
“Ask Pete.” He snapped, then left the room, cursing under his breath in Italian.
I sighed, then slipped out of the bed.
Pete walked into the room, glancing over his shoulder with a disapproving look.
“You’re awake.” He smiled at me, then set a bundle of fabric on the bed. “Clothes.” He said, gesturing to them. “I believe you’ll find everything else you need in the bathroom.”
“Thank you.” I whispered.
“Did Brendon upset you?” Pete asked gently.
I stared at the ground, unsure of what to say.
“Like I said before,” Pete said slowly after a moment of silence, “Don’t mind Brendon. He needs to get used to you being here, just like you need to get used to you being here.”
“You’re really going to keep me here, aren’t you?” I asked softly.
“I think so.” Pete said, smiling solemnly.
“Will I ever be allowed to leave?” I asked.
“Eventually.” Pete nodded slowly. “The circumstance will be drastically different, though.”
“What needs to change?”
“At the point where you can leave, you won’t want to.” Pete said.
“I don’t understand.” I admitted.
“You will.” Pete smiled. “Why don’t you freshen up and get dressed? Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.” I said, picking up the clothes Pete had brought for me.
“We’ll explain when you get downstairs.”
“Okay.” I said. “Pete?” I called as he made to leave. He backed up and looked at me, raising an eyebrow. “Um, why doesn’t Brendon like me?”
A real, true smile spread across Pete’s face.
“In due time, mi amore.” Pete said, then he left.
*
I made my way slowly down the stairs. I heard faint piano music as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I peered through one door, and saw Brendon playing piano. I went through the other door, and found Pete cooking.
“Will you take this to Brendon?” Pete handed me a wine glass with a deep red liquid filling it to the brim.
“Yeah,” I said, carefully taking the glass.
“Grazie, amore.”
I carried the glass to Brendon, setting it carefully on top of the piano. He looked from the glass, to me, his eyes seeming to change colors, turning a lighter shade.
“Grazie, tonto hermoso.” He murmured, still playing.
I went back to the kitchen. Pete was setting food on a plate, which he then handed to me.
“Would you like something to drink?” He asked, taking a long drink from a glass identical to Brendon’s.
“Yes, please.”
I was surprised when Pete opened the fridge and handed me a can of coke, rather than pouring a glass of wine for me, but I didn’t say anything.
Pete led me to the room Brendon was in. The glass was empty, sitting exactly where I’d left it, and Brendon’s playing had never ceased.
“Are you going to eat?” I asked, looking between them. Brendon smirked darkly, glancing at Pete.
“We, um, ate before we woke you.” Pete said, shooting a warning glare at Brendon.
“What’s going on here?” I asked, looking between them uneasily.
“Appena gli dicono.” Brendon said, glancing up at Pete.
Pete glared down at Brendon, who shrugged, returning to the piano.
“We’ll explain… soon.” Pete said.
Brendon slammed both of his palms down on the piano, making a loud, off-key gong-like sound.
“Egli merita di saapere che cosa maledizione che hai impostato su di lui!” Brendon roared at Pete, knocking the piano bench backwards as he leapt to his feet.
Pete didn’t even flinch as Brendon yelled. I jumped backwards, away from the two men.
“E questo che vuoi? Volete che lasciare?” Pete asked, smirking triumphantly.
“Non importa quello che voglio! Gli hai detto quello che siamo prima di lui ha portato qui? Hai offrirgli quella scelta che non avevi? Oppure hai semplicemente utilizzare il vostro fascino per ingannare lui nel venire volentieri? Che cosa gli hai detto?” Brendon yelled, gesturing towards me several times.
“Niente.” Pete responded.
“Gli hai condannato alla stessa sorte di Ashlee.” Brendon said, stepping back and shaking his head. Pete stiffened, glaring at Brendon, but not responding.
“Ha mentito.” Brendon said, turning towards me. “Siamo mostri senz’anima succhiare il sangue, e si sta meglio morto che qui.” He raised his hand, cupping my cheek with his ice-cold palm, running his thumb across my cheek bone. “Non stare qui, tonto hermoso.”
Brendon vanished up the stairs.
“How many times has he called you that?” Pete asked, his brows furrowing.
“What?”
“Tonto hermoso. How many times has he called you that?” Pete asked.
“I don’t know.” I said.
“More than once?” Pete asked, and I nodded. Pete laughed.
“What does it mean?” I asked.
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” He grinned. “He doesn’t hate you.” He added when I looked confused. “He likes you.” Pete looked up the stairs Brendon had disappeared into. “Just give him time to admit it.”
A/N: Firstly: I want to thank PartyPoison for reviewing. She is one of my top-three FAVORITE authors on this site, so I was thrilled when she reviewed something that I wrote. It made me ridiculously happy. I highly recommend her stories 'Send Me Away' and 'Broken Bottles'. Read 'Send Me Away' first, then everything will fall into place when you read 'Broken Bottles'. Then read 'Send Me Away' again.
Secondly: If you want to know what the Italian says, use Google Translate (translate.google.com). My translations may not be exactly perfect, but you should get the idea. Brendon and Pete discuss the situation very bluntly in this chapter, but unless you know Italian, you don't know what's going on. I ran my translations through Google Translate, to make sure that they would make sense. Most of them were clear enough that you'd get the idea of what they're saying. The exception being 'tonto hermoso', which google translated differently every time, and when I put the english translation through it was completely different, so I'll just tell you. Tonto Hermoso means Beautiful Fool. If you don't want to use google translate, then just sit tight. Everything will be explained before the story is over.
As always, please rate and review, and let me know if you have any questions or if anything is unclear. I don't typically respond to reviews directly, but questions will be answered in the next chapter, in the story or the note at the end.
xxAnna
“Brendon and myself are not to be disturbed until nightfall.” Pete warned me as the sky lightened. “There’s food in the kitchen, and a TV downstairs. Entertain yourself however you’d like. When night falls, we will emerge.”
Brendon was standing behind Pete, looking impatient. Pete and Brendon walked away down the hallway, leaving me staring after them, completely confused. I sat back down on the bed I’d woken up in. I hadn’t slept yet. My eyes were heavy and dry, and they were closing in spite of myself.
I stood up, and drew the curtains shut, then laid down on the bed, letting my eyes fall shut.
*
“Ryan.”
Something cold touched my face. I flinched away from it automatically.
“Ryan, wake up, you tonto hermoso.”
“What?” I croaked hoarsely.
“Niente, mi caro.” Brendon said, standing over me. “Wake up.”
“What time is it?” I yawned, sitting up and stretching.
“About 7pm.” Brendon responded. He stood up, and pushed the curtains open, revealing a beautiful starry night.
“Brendon?” I whispered after a moment.
Brendon turned away from the window to look at me.
“Why don’t you want me here?” I asked softly.
“Do you want to be here?” Brendon asked after a pause.
“I don’t know.” I whispered, looking down at my hands. “But… why don’t you like me?”
The man in front of me was so beautiful that it hurt. His hair was gelled perfectly. His eyes were a deep, startling brown, unlike any color I’d ever seen. His black button-down shirt clung to his thin waist and displayed his toned muscles.
Brendon stared at me for a long moment, completely expressionless, but clearly thinking hard. Then, he sneered.
“Ask Pete.” He snapped, then left the room, cursing under his breath in Italian.
I sighed, then slipped out of the bed.
Pete walked into the room, glancing over his shoulder with a disapproving look.
“You’re awake.” He smiled at me, then set a bundle of fabric on the bed. “Clothes.” He said, gesturing to them. “I believe you’ll find everything else you need in the bathroom.”
“Thank you.” I whispered.
“Did Brendon upset you?” Pete asked gently.
I stared at the ground, unsure of what to say.
“Like I said before,” Pete said slowly after a moment of silence, “Don’t mind Brendon. He needs to get used to you being here, just like you need to get used to you being here.”
“You’re really going to keep me here, aren’t you?” I asked softly.
“I think so.” Pete said, smiling solemnly.
“Will I ever be allowed to leave?” I asked.
“Eventually.” Pete nodded slowly. “The circumstance will be drastically different, though.”
“What needs to change?”
“At the point where you can leave, you won’t want to.” Pete said.
“I don’t understand.” I admitted.
“You will.” Pete smiled. “Why don’t you freshen up and get dressed? Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.” I said, picking up the clothes Pete had brought for me.
“We’ll explain when you get downstairs.”
“Okay.” I said. “Pete?” I called as he made to leave. He backed up and looked at me, raising an eyebrow. “Um, why doesn’t Brendon like me?”
A real, true smile spread across Pete’s face.
“In due time, mi amore.” Pete said, then he left.
*
I made my way slowly down the stairs. I heard faint piano music as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I peered through one door, and saw Brendon playing piano. I went through the other door, and found Pete cooking.
“Will you take this to Brendon?” Pete handed me a wine glass with a deep red liquid filling it to the brim.
“Yeah,” I said, carefully taking the glass.
“Grazie, amore.”
I carried the glass to Brendon, setting it carefully on top of the piano. He looked from the glass, to me, his eyes seeming to change colors, turning a lighter shade.
“Grazie, tonto hermoso.” He murmured, still playing.
I went back to the kitchen. Pete was setting food on a plate, which he then handed to me.
“Would you like something to drink?” He asked, taking a long drink from a glass identical to Brendon’s.
“Yes, please.”
I was surprised when Pete opened the fridge and handed me a can of coke, rather than pouring a glass of wine for me, but I didn’t say anything.
Pete led me to the room Brendon was in. The glass was empty, sitting exactly where I’d left it, and Brendon’s playing had never ceased.
“Are you going to eat?” I asked, looking between them. Brendon smirked darkly, glancing at Pete.
“We, um, ate before we woke you.” Pete said, shooting a warning glare at Brendon.
“What’s going on here?” I asked, looking between them uneasily.
“Appena gli dicono.” Brendon said, glancing up at Pete.
Pete glared down at Brendon, who shrugged, returning to the piano.
“We’ll explain… soon.” Pete said.
Brendon slammed both of his palms down on the piano, making a loud, off-key gong-like sound.
“Egli merita di saapere che cosa maledizione che hai impostato su di lui!” Brendon roared at Pete, knocking the piano bench backwards as he leapt to his feet.
Pete didn’t even flinch as Brendon yelled. I jumped backwards, away from the two men.
“E questo che vuoi? Volete che lasciare?” Pete asked, smirking triumphantly.
“Non importa quello che voglio! Gli hai detto quello che siamo prima di lui ha portato qui? Hai offrirgli quella scelta che non avevi? Oppure hai semplicemente utilizzare il vostro fascino per ingannare lui nel venire volentieri? Che cosa gli hai detto?” Brendon yelled, gesturing towards me several times.
“Niente.” Pete responded.
“Gli hai condannato alla stessa sorte di Ashlee.” Brendon said, stepping back and shaking his head. Pete stiffened, glaring at Brendon, but not responding.
“Ha mentito.” Brendon said, turning towards me. “Siamo mostri senz’anima succhiare il sangue, e si sta meglio morto che qui.” He raised his hand, cupping my cheek with his ice-cold palm, running his thumb across my cheek bone. “Non stare qui, tonto hermoso.”
Brendon vanished up the stairs.
“How many times has he called you that?” Pete asked, his brows furrowing.
“What?”
“Tonto hermoso. How many times has he called you that?” Pete asked.
“I don’t know.” I said.
“More than once?” Pete asked, and I nodded. Pete laughed.
“What does it mean?” I asked.
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” He grinned. “He doesn’t hate you.” He added when I looked confused. “He likes you.” Pete looked up the stairs Brendon had disappeared into. “Just give him time to admit it.”
A/N: Firstly: I want to thank PartyPoison for reviewing. She is one of my top-three FAVORITE authors on this site, so I was thrilled when she reviewed something that I wrote. It made me ridiculously happy. I highly recommend her stories 'Send Me Away' and 'Broken Bottles'. Read 'Send Me Away' first, then everything will fall into place when you read 'Broken Bottles'. Then read 'Send Me Away' again.
Secondly: If you want to know what the Italian says, use Google Translate (translate.google.com). My translations may not be exactly perfect, but you should get the idea. Brendon and Pete discuss the situation very bluntly in this chapter, but unless you know Italian, you don't know what's going on. I ran my translations through Google Translate, to make sure that they would make sense. Most of them were clear enough that you'd get the idea of what they're saying. The exception being 'tonto hermoso', which google translated differently every time, and when I put the english translation through it was completely different, so I'll just tell you. Tonto Hermoso means Beautiful Fool. If you don't want to use google translate, then just sit tight. Everything will be explained before the story is over.
As always, please rate and review, and let me know if you have any questions or if anything is unclear. I don't typically respond to reviews directly, but questions will be answered in the next chapter, in the story or the note at the end.
xxAnna
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