Page 10 of Matteo
He resembled his younger brother in looks, tall and good looking. He had a rugged looking quality, and shoulders that I could see my legs dangling over. He was confident and those dark brown eyes of his told me he saw way more than most people ever did. The man’s perfect jawline had me calling him Captain America in my head. Matteo was a boy scout if I ever did see one. He was a good guy.
I liked them bad.
If I’d known that I was going to run into him tonight at T.J’s bar, I would have told my brother no. Like I said, even long after our encounter, I could feel the man’s eyes on me. I knew if I said that shit out loud, no one would believe me.
Plus, I’d only said yes to helping T.J. at the bar tonight because my sister-in-law, Dione, was in the hospital. She was about to have their third child; a boy and she was in the last trimester having difficulties. Severe dehydration had my sister-in-law laying in a hospital bed waiting to be released while her mom watched my nieces.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I reached over and grabbed the makeup remover towelette. Pulling the perfect damp white squares from the green packaging, I ran it all across my face and neck. Scrunching up my nose when I was done, I surveyed the gunk that I’d removed.
“Gross,” I said feeling squeamish before tossing it in the trash bin.
Brushing my teeth and flossing thoroughly, I exited my bathroom. My feet hit the smooth carpet of my bedroom. I began to hum some song I’d heard in the bar earlier before lighting a candle.
Climbing into my bed, I crossed my legs and rolled my neck around. Focusing on my breathing, I counted myself down. Allowing myself to feel light as a feather, I breathed in holding it for just a moment and then exhaled.
For nearly ten minutes I tried to still my mind before I laid back on my satin pillowcase.
It was nearly midnight when I finally slipped into the dream world.
Birds were chirping in a tree somewhere and I stared down at my feet. They were bare and I was standing on gravel. Pain shooting into the tender flesh of my feet.
In the distance some old house loomed, gigantic and grand. I didn’t want to go in that house.
Panic began to flood my system, my heart rate spiking, and I was trying to calm my breathing down immediately.
“You’re okay,” I whispered. “No one is here.”
Looking around, I tried to move, but I was rooted to the spot.
“Let me help you, Stizzoso…”
He was here again, in my dreams.
“No,” a hoarse whisper mange to croak its way from my throat.
Matteo Zacchara, stared down at me those brown eyes full of intensity. I worried because this wasn’t the same Agent Zacharra I’d met months ago. No, this was someone else.
Something more, I thought.
“Here, I’m in charge,” the words came out of nowhere his lips never moving.
Instead, he lifted me up and into his arms as if I weighed absolutely nothing and turned his gaze away from mine. I knew that we were going to end up inside that house.
No…
The walk didn’t seem to take long before we were inside the four walls.
“Where are we?”
Matteo never answered, just set me down on my feet. Fear continued to run rampant through my veins. He began to walk away from me, and I couldn’t follow feeling my feet immediately rooted to the spot once again.
“Wh-where am I?” The scream tore loose from my lips. “Answer me you motherfucker, where am I?”
He never turned back, just kept on walking until it was as if he’d disappeared into the darkness that seemed to surround us.
I awoke, in the dark gasping for air. That was exactly why I hated running into that man. Rolling onto my back I stared at the ceiling. I’d thought maybe mediating before bed, I’d be able to get him out of my head. That I wouldn’t have intense crazy dreams about him, except it hadn’t worked.
Groaning, I punched at my pillow and felt around for my cellphone. Eventually, I found it and saw that it was nearly two a.m. and I wanted to go back to sleep. It probably wasn’t going to happen any time soon.
