Alice Monologue

As I pace the floor of our little kitchen leading into the living room, my once graceful hands move with fierce velocity as I berate Alice, who sits on a stool with her head hanging low. With my thick hair hanging loose, it doesn't create the flowing banner Alice's did so many months ago, however, the cause of my fury coincides with hers. The discovery of her relationship with Mario left with further questions, but she was too drunk to answer any of them, intensifying my frustration. All night, I wrestled with my emotions as I tried to comprehend her secrets and actions, perplexing me further. The moment she emerged from her room, my anger erupted and has yet to cease.
“Can I get a coffee?” she asks the moment I take a breath.
I pause and

Her timid actions remain as she readies her cup, causing guilt to slip into my mind. I release a heavy sigh. “Let me get you the aspirin,” I say before ambling to the bathroom. I rest my palms on the sink and released an anguished sigh. How is it possible for Alice to instil guilt within me, when for the past four months, she's allowed me to torture myself over loving Angelo, and she wasn't even dating him. I straighten my body and retrieve the aspirin from the medicine cabinet, and return to find Alice back on her stool with her cup nestled between her palms. “Here,” I say, handing the bottle over to her, before sliding into the vacant stool and rest my elbow on the breakfast bar before nestling my cheek in the palm of my hand. “Why did you lie about

Why forbid me to date, Angelo?”
A heavy sigh escapes her lips, causing her to lower her cup and cradle her head in her hands. “Because I didn't want you to get hurt by him, and one way or another, he would.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Angelo's never hurt me, why would he?”
She liberates her face and tucks her hair behind her ears. “Do you know how much Mario loves me?”
A giggle scurries up my windpipe to escape before I can repress it. “No, you never told me about him till now.”
“Okay, dumb thing to say, I know. But he does Eva, he loves me more than anything in this world. But because he's in the Mafia, his allegiance is to the Don. This goes for Angelo, too.”
“What do you mean?”
“Mario's Dad wanted to take us out for a meal. We got in his car and everything was great until we got to the restaurant. When we all got out, that's when guns started firing.”
As my eyes widen, I rise from the palm of my hand, allowing my mouth to hang agape.