Elena.
We had a very unexpected visit today, from a man that I would be seeing for the first time and yet very scared of. Mr. Deangelo’s father, Alessandro Ferrari. Even though he had been around for hours now, I could not stop myself from sneaking fearful looks his way.
The man's forehead was totally covered with deep wrinkles, which were as uneven as his obviously turbulent life. Bushy black and grey brows, frowned from time to time, made these wrinkles even deeper, and all these gave the man's face rather a strict expression. His pointy face was framed with short thinning hair, and one could notice a small bald spot on the top of the head. His side whiskers that began on the temples were coming down to an accurate small beard, which he was always stroking once in a while. It was possible to see a little mole on the outer side of the eye. The mole was creating an optical illusion that made one think that he was screwing up his eyes.
Standing in the lounge, cool wind blew into his senile face, and Mr. Alessandro looked like he was trying to fill his chest with the fresh air. Spinning in the wind, a yellow and red maple leaf fell on the windowsill and stopped only when it touched his hand. He carefully seized it with his fingers covered with a little bump, which looked to me like arthritis.
With these hands, I have noticed that he could not really pick up nothing heavier than a cup of tea. However, in some other times, it seemed like he could move the huge mountains with them. He raised the leaf to his lips and inhaled its scent. It must have definitely smelled damp and musty.
I heard from Mia that he had said that he was suddenly visiting because he heard that the pack have been going through so much trouble and maybe some excitement too in the last months so he decided to drop by and check in on us on his way back from a business meeting in town. She also added that he said he would be staying for a few days and that did a lot to get me scared because I could not cross the feeling that I am of the blood of the man who had caused so much damage to them and I felt like it was something that the older an would be able to find out about me just by looking straight at me.
The kids were very happy to see their grandfather and the only time I ever see him smile or crack jokes is during his interactions with the kids. Even though I am very happy that they are happy and have found a new source of excitement and fun for the next few days especially since Mia had just been discharged, I cannot however lie to myself about the fact that I definitely do not like Mr. Alessandro. There was always something very dark and sinister in his eyes, and even though it is not quite as evil as what I used to see in Salvatore’s, I could tell that he has it and his is from the impact of having being deeply hurt and seeing so much darkness.
Camila however was still giving me the silent treatment and has refused to talk to me till now, not even after Mia finally woke up, went to the hospital and got discharged. She had avoided speaking to me altogether, not even to ask for anything or speak about something trivial.
Whenever I look around, my eyes always seem to land on Mr. Alessandro’s and our eyes always end up meeting, it was always as if he does not cease to stop watching me, almost as if he is trying so hard to note somethings about me, things that need me to be studied.
Since I had been introduced to him as the kids’ new nanny, I feel like he had not taken his eyes off of me since then, he had been watching me like a hawk ever since. I do not know whether it was just because I was a new addition to the pack or actually because he had a few suspicions of his own about me but either ways, the stare had been making me very uncomfortable atound the house.
Between Mr. Alessandro’s harsh stares on me, Luca’s brooding intensity and Camila’s silent treatment, I could not help but feel like my skin was crawling and as if I was no longer safe in here. I always end up going out more and more often to run, and I end up running several miles. Even though I am almost as weak as an ordinary human, I had since discovered and noticed that My endurance and stamina have sufficiently increased since I took up running and I could not help but feel stronger and pleased with myself. What had been even more shocking is the way that my nightmares and panic attacks have greatly reduced too despite the fact that I have been feeling incredibly lonely in the house. So despite the fact that I have been feeling so watched, I feel consoled knowing that I could have it much worse in Salvatore's hands.
Around eleven at night, I went downstairs to get a glass of water from one of the fridges, the kitchen was dark and Mrs. Cali had neatly put away everything. While I was drinking water from a cup, I could not help but feel like I was being watched by someone and how familiar that gaze felt, I have learned to ignore the uncomfortable sensation of being under one's scrutiny but I just knew that stare.
It was the Alpha's. It took some minutes for my eyes to acclimatize with the darkness and I finally saw him sitting by the dinning some feet away, watching me. I was immediately aware of how short the ratty t shirt that I had on was. We kept staring at each other for a while, the pull between us intense but I did not want to make any move anymore, not after what had previously happened between us days ago.
It looked like he was about to say something but just then Mr. Alessandro walked in and I quickly slipped away before he could notice anything between us nor open his mouth to say something.