Until the end

"There is no way in this entire world I will EVER marry you!"

I throw the blue Tiffany's box at him, smacking him in the face before it falls to the floor, the ring rolling out with a tink.

"Stop messing with my life! I don't know if you think it's funny or you're just bored, I don't know. Maybe you have mommy issues and want to give her a heart attack, whatever it is, I'm not interested. Not now, not ever again! FUCK off Luca!"

The smirk on his face makes it even worse.

Making my anger bubble and pop, churning until I burst.

Grabbing the, I'm sure hundreds year old liquor from the fancy little bar he has set up in his executive office I send it flying at him.

This time he ducks, the crystal decanter hits the thick glass behind him and shatters, spilling and splashing all over his imported floors.

I grab the matching cups and chuck them at his stupid face, one right after the other.

Making him dodge and duck so it doesn't crack his skull.

"I (toss) hate (toss) you (toss)."

The last cup he catches and sits down on the glass desk behind him.

"No you don't! You're embarrassed and hurt, you love me, admit it."

He throws one of his couch cushions at me.

"I have NEVER loved you!"

I pluck random books from his shelfing and throw them.

"Really? Because I happened to remember you screaming it while I-"

I charged him, like a football player tackling the opposing team.

Both of us fall to the floor with a heavy thud, I rain hit after hit throwing a full blown fit of rage.

Luca laugh's, cracking up while trying to catch my arms to stop my assault.

His laughter just makes me even more furious and my mind goes blank to nothing but what I'm feeling.

"You richy rich piece of high class garbage, you Manhattan wanna be pig person, you dumpster fire bitch ass mother fucker!"

He roars with laughter, his body shaking and making me shift from side to side so I can hit him again and again.

"I (hit) NEVER (punch) loved (slap) you."

He manges to pinn my wrists and flip us so he's on top of me and holding me under him.

"Yes you do, merda I have missed you."

(Merda means shit.)

" Get off of me!" I thrash and try to buck him off but he doesnt move in the slightest.

"Ona, please. You know me, you know what we had, what we wanted for each other. Let me show you we can have that again."

This time I laugh.

Cold and with out any real humor.

His nickname for me stings and cuts open the old wound of heartbreak.

Swallowing the hurt back down, refusing to let it burn and fester in my eyes I stiffen up.

"From the very bottom of my heart, you, Luca are the worst person I have ever known."

The words spew like venom.

I can feel my fangs descend and pierce my gums with their sharp prick.

I use his name like the insulat that it is.

"I don't know who you are. I thought I did. The boy I fell in love with, the one who ate meat cooked over a little fire in the middle of woods while it snowed and we slowly got frostbite. The one who made the bad feel like the good even with the hunger pains and the scorching heat. The one who made me feel loved, that boy never really existed. Vin was just make believe so you could have your fun. We're not kids anymore. I made my choices and live with those consequences. I learned my lesson. I'm a human being not some toy for you to pick up or forget about when ever you want. I never want to see you again. I hate you. I hate everything you are and every thing you're not. The answer is no. Now get, the fuck, off, me, Luca Antonio Moretti. Before I kill you myself."

I stiffen my upper lip and glare in his dark brown eyes.

The ones I once swooned over, how I used think how beautiful and perfect this man was, who I thought he was.

"Ona you know whatever I want I will get. You can't fight me forever. I own this city, the police, I run these streets. Where ever you go I'll find you. I'll make you mine once again, you know that. Why deny the inevitable?"

He really can't see how fucking messed up and wrong he is.

He can't feel how sorry he should be.

"Get. Off. Me." I bite out through my clentched teeth.

I want to get away from him.

From this city, from these people and all the memories that live within the state lines.

Every day dream and fantasy that I once believed would be true, all of it lying in this city's limit's.

He sighs, looking down with what looks like to be longing but I know better.

This is just an act.

Just a show to make him seem human.

"Te amo bella."

(I love you beautiful.)

Brushing a lock of my hair off my face he finally moves off me.

I jump to my feet, with out looking back I run out of the room.

Passing the house stuff who look at me like I'm crazy, if the only knew!

Down the stairs and out the front door, I ignore the driver waiting with Lucas big and luxurious black sedan.

"Miss Liana, please allow me to drive you back to your home." The driver trotts along the pavement.

"No thank you. I can get there myself. I don't want anything from that Moretti asshole!"

My choice of words makes him stop in his tracks, I'm sure no one talks about Luca the way I do.

Probably something about ending up sleeping with the fish's if I am to believe the movies.

Four years and he just shows up out of the blue, asking me to marry him like he didn't lie to me, like he didn't mess my life up, like he didn't brake my heart.

I do take some of the responsibility, I made the choice to trust him.

I should have caught on to his lies.

To the games he played.

I guess love really does blind you.

As nice as those rose tinted glasses are, I'm thrilled they finally came off.

Walking in his grass I make sure to stomp along any flower bed and swing my purse at any bush, I kick over any sculpture in my path, when I see a security camera I scream "fuck you Luca Moretti" and flip off the lense in hopes he sees it.

Fuck you Luca!

And your rich person's yard!

Finally getting to the end of his long drive way I flip off the mansion and hope he can see and hear me every step of the way.

"Fuck you and your overcompensation!"

Laughing and pinching my fingers together to show the size of his malehood I spit and keep walking.

How dare he walk back into my life after all these year without even so much as a apology!

Not that I would have accepted but still!

I know he can't feel sorry, I know it's not something he can do but he knows what he did was wrong.

Then he threateneds me!

What's worse then even that, he thought I would really say yes, he honestly thought of the idea, went out and got a ring, put in all this effort to get me out here, down on one knee with the roses and the bougie rich people champagne that I can't even pronounce let alone drink and think I would say yes!

That I would forget all the shit that's went down in the past four years.

That I would forgive him because he gave me a ring!

Cars pass by, speeding and zooming along.

The wind whips my hair in a tornado to match the storm I have raging inside.

Memories fall to the front of my mind even with the anger and hurt, the disrespect and embarrassment still find a way to play over and over.

Being thirteen feels like a life time ago.

Being on my own and living on the street feels like another life.

Meeting Vin, like a story I was told and not one that I lived through.

We were friends.

Not matter how many times I try to poke holes and deny it, I know it to be true.

I don't think he meant for it to go on for so long, or end the way it did.

Maybe it was all a lie or maybe it was all true and he really does feel something for me, either way he still can't have me.

No amount of money in the world can buy the past, can erase the memories, can heal heartbreak, the real things in life have no dollar sign.

Feelings can't be bought.

Maybe that's why he has never let me go?

Whatever the real reason is, no matter if I find out or never know another fact about Luca Antonio Moretti, I will still scream at the very bottom of my lungs, and with my whole heart FUCK YOU LUCA!