Hey everyone! I know it has been awhile. Had some writers block. Hoping that doesn't return. This one is super short, all I had time for. Will try to update as soon as I can. As always, hope you like it!
She raced through the house, pushing past all of the mourners who wanted to show their respect to Luke's family. Dante followed close behind her, going up the stairs, nearly catching her hand and missing. "Lulu." he called out. No response. "Lulu!"
"What?" she replied, not looking back.
"Where are you going?"
She had already made her way into her room and pulled out her suitcase. She worked furiously, pulling clothes out of drawers and her closet and tossing them into her suitcase. She stopped only for a second to look Dante straight in the eyes with an intensity that almost made him look away. He knew. She didn't have to say a word. She was running again. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. The question was, would she let him run with her this time? He already knew there was no point in talking her into staying here and facing whatever haunted her this time. So, retreat it was, only there was no way in the world he was letting her go alone. "Lulu! Where are you going?"
"Why do you care?"
"Well, I need to know if I need my passport."
She looked at him, confused. "What are you talking about? Oh no, you're not going anywhere with me. I've already caused enough trouble with this guy making threats toward you. I'm not letting you put yourself in anymore danger."
Dante stepped in a little closer to let her see the anger that was rising to the surface. Her stubborn streak was all that he could take these days and he had had enough. "Oh, sweetheart, if you're running away somewhere, I'm going with you. You aren't going anywhere alone, not while this nutcase is still out there. No way!"
"Dante, please."
"No! No more excuses. Either you trust me and let me go with you or you stay here. Doesn't matter to me, but I promised you that I would protect you and I am!"
The determination in his eyes and the defeat in hers said it all. She knew that this fight was over. Dante won. Day by day, her resolve was fading where Dante was concerned. She found it harder and harder to fight him. He was determined to take care of her, she'd give him that. A part of her admitted that she loved it, which made it so easy to give in. Would he ever find out? Not as far as she was concerned, at least not now.