My Bet Is You

by Manuela Ricci

"Carrie come away with me. Now, "I whisper those words, hot like fire, and I would go through by an electric discharge when his answer falls on me.

  "Never!" Incline his face towards her, his eyes fix on the tips of our shoes that touch.

  "You want to Carrie, you can not deny it forever. You know, too. "

  Only at this moment her eyes meet mine, and cold as ice can burn like fire running through me from head to foot.

  "Look, until a few seconds ago, if I had not stopped you, you would have done that girl into the men. I do not belong to this world, I do not belong to you Logan. Want to know how I feel when you touch me? When you get close? "

  Serro hands into fists along the body, and I only read his disappointment clinging to my lousy life.

  "I feel fall on deaf ears. They are not able to manage myself, I am not capable of handling a person like you! "His jaw pops, and I step back.

  "Is that what you think of me? What are unmanageable, because in the past have not been able to have a relationship, it does not mean it is not able to get one now. I was not to make Brooke, I was the only humbling. "

  He rides bitterly, shaking his head as if he could not believe what I say.

  "That's why I say that you're unmanageable. You know what means to be humiliated? "

  Silence falls between us, and it seems that even the city is off, not even the sound of ocean waves can reach me at this time.

  "As expected," whispers soon. The feet are nailed to the ground, he turns his back and tries to leave.

  "I do not know, do not know what I'm going through, do not judge Murphy, do not do it" almost beg.

  It turns just over his shoulder, looking down toward the road surface.

  "I do not want to know Logan." No, this time it will not go away like that, not again, not dare turn your back as if his body had not trembled under my. The hand closes around his wrist, the tug, chest collided with mine, I enclose his face in my hands, and before he can still escape me, my mouth on his rushes. He touches his lips, soft, firm that hatch on their own, my tongue tickles gently. I gasp, meeting his flavor that greets me in her mouth. Slide slowly into her, closing the rest of the world around us, his heart clenching my throat to as a pump at a rate that can not seem to chase. His wavering tongue against mine, that laps with a wish that I did not know until this very moment, our breaths in unison surrounded him, his hands are intertwined in my hair just tugging. The soil disappears beneath your feet, a growl choked explodes in his mouth, where I get lost, losing every cell of myself, I melt into it and with it, in small waves of pleasure crashing like the ocean. Shit, I want this girl as you could want the air we breathe.

  "Carrie," I whisper to her lips swollen with me.

  I look, I see the fear reflected in her large eyes and lash out at my bully, a violent storm, dangerous and unpredictable.

  "Just give me a chance, let me show who I am." I know that I am almost begging, but I'm willing to do it, I feel bound to this girl, there's something in his eyes that makes me feel at home as they are not never been. "I ... I ... Logan." I touch his thumb to his mouth trembling just utter my name.

  "You do not have to answer me now." I put a kiss on his forehead, and before that his answer might erode my thoughts, my hopes, I walk away into the darkness of the night that covers me, dragging me away.

  I still have the body shaking when I sit in the car, and nailing my eyes to the windows of the room where I see wandering among the tables almost lost. I do not know what it meant to her that kiss, but I know it was for me, and I will not let go, do not let it fall into what is its past, whatever it is, I'll be there.

  I put in motion, and before he can leave, a clear shot at the window catches my eye. Lower the window. "What the fuck you want Scottie? I warned you! "He looks around the street, the cars whizzing down the road, with a note of indifference hunting hands in his pockets before throwing his shot than I can take.

  "I saw with my sister, maybe, before hitting her should really know who he is."

  It gives me a white envelope that lands on my legs. I take it in hand, peering carefully.

  "What?" The act in front of his face like a cock.

  "I would look at the contents if I were you." My eyes fall on the envelope, and then turn back to him.

  "Why are you doing this?" I hiss, they gnash their teeth making me almost sick.

  "Because I'm just protecting, to hurt her." I raise an eyebrow, a hint of a grin.

  "The're protecting me, after having humiliated in front of everyone? You know what he did today Bettany? "Snarl, his hand pressing on the door, I'm ready to get down and to let him do that shit to be found.

  "Do not you dare to use it to get me to pieces, because they will bury your body in the field in the first match," he threatened, and although it does not seem intimidated knows that I would be able, I've done that, and someone had to say goodbye to NFL forever, it has never recovered physically from my tackle.

  When you're on the field, you know how to enter, how to tread on the turf, but do not know if you come back in the locker room in one piece, just one wrong move and you can hurt seriously, saying goodbye to your career forever.

  "Well, he's right Bet, JJ hides a world that others can not see why blinded by the light of the football star." I know that Bettany, he has not said anything, he would have used against me, and I'd be with her ass on a bloody road.

  "Be careful Murphy, no joke," I warn you, making the engine roar of my Escalade.

  "Neither do I Jhonson. See you in court. "

  I follow him with his eyes, before engaging the reverse gear screeching tires on the asphalt. The envelope slipped from my lap, and I enter to me on the way to Santa Monica. I take the phone out of his pocket, and I call it.

  "What the fuck are you doing? You ruin Bettany, do not play with my patience. "

  It is silent for a few seconds, before his shrill voice, squittisca like a cat in heat.

  "You can not exclude me from your life, or you will not get more of a living, as we both know that we share secrets that it is better that they do not float."

  Hands cling to the steering wheel, and I feel free fall, I'm falling so fast that everything rushes in mind. The biggest bullshit I could do, after years is still here to show me how my life can buy everything without any problem.

  "I would not, I have proof of what I have told you today in the cafeteria. Your father would be happy if he knew you my sbattevi. I believed so stupid that I would not get out? I saved the video surveillance cameras, and believe me, you come right. "

  It ceases to breathe.

  "We have a deal then? My silence to your? "Spigot climbing towards the villa, snodandomi in the corners that lead me to the gate.

  "We have a deal." I had doubts, I close the call and I trigger the automatic gate that swings open, parking in my usual place, I did not even warned

  guys that I left, but they know how I get when there's half my father.

  When I get off the car, his eyes falling on the white envelope, for a fixed amount of time that I can not perceive, and to take her hands, in which I hold. I do not know what's in it, but I want to know? I want to find out behind him? No, I do not need to think to give me an answer as soon as they are in my room, I opened the bottom drawer of my dresser, and I put safe, basically to clothing.

  Son of a bitch, would be able to sell his sister, to humiliate her more than I already did not, and for what? To protect her from me, bullshit.

  Between me and Scottie there has always been a rivalry that field becomes almost palpable, we are the two quarterback of the two teams are in the same city of angels. Both of us were adocchiati during Draft by the same teams, with the understanding that only one of us would be chosen.

  Of course, he does not know that I will have to decline any proposal, so I see it as a wall to be removed to have smoothed the way.

  I abandon myself to a hot shower, my whole fucking day goes on my body like rivulets of water trying to wash it off. Maybe you sh
ould take a look at the content, the phrase pulsates and implode in the head. "What happened to Carrie?"

  Pesto his fist against the tiles, the steam has now

  saturated the air around me. They are like wrapped in a fog, covering, delete anything you enter in my path.

  I head into the kitchen still wearing the towel, threw open the door of the refrigerator and the bell rings. I straightened, frowning forehead go to open.

  "What are you doing here?" I ask incredulously, when I see Carrie shrugged on the front door, her hair moved by the Pacific breeze whipping at his face.

  "Blaze is to me with Tia. I did not know where to go, and ... and probably should not have come, I'm sorry. "

  He portrays the lips, but it remains there, standing in front of my eyes. "Come in." I open the door wider, moving away to leave the pitch. It passed just over an hour since its flavor has anesthetized me, ever since I got drunk with her, that I felt pulsing in his veins, as if she were giving back a place in this world, I missed the day when my mother is gone forever.

  "You want something to drink?" He looks around the house, in fact, had never entered, but the night we went from the back and I took her to my room to tell her how freaking themselves without a reason.

  Why is it so, we do not know enough, but we both know that you need to leave engraved on the skin a feeling that I would not ever leave me.

  "No thanks," he says, sitting on the couch in a clumsy way, it's like he threw the mask, and Carrie could see a different, new.

  "I'm going to change into something," I say, pointing to the stairs with the thumb pointing back over my shoulder, nods and I run up the stairs.

  Carrie

  Great, great Carrie move, sitting in the living room of Logan, and after having kissed. How did I get to this point? How could I let him kiss me, and for what fucking reason I'm here, if I could just kick away Blaze? Bouffant, and lose myself in the huge flat screen TV that takes up almost the entire wall in front of me. But the fingers almost touching curious my lips, I can still hear her, full, and slightly rough surfaces moving against my snatching all the air, as if he were sucking.

  I let his colony spicy enveloping my body in an embrace, that his colmasse my breath, my heart incominciasse to run without permission. Did I let him do, because it is right, try something that's eating me from the inside, something that I try to repress, because I know that would swallow me even before I know it. We are so different, and I speak not of the usual opposite poles attract each other that ultimately, we are different because it separates us a whole universe of the lives that have walked

  on rails too far away, it would be almost impossible to meet, but it would crash, hurt, feeling broken to the core, not to have anything that you can put back together. Here's what we are, which is why I can not have it, even if my body cries unconditionally his name, as if they were the only letters that are sewn to the parts of me, trying to re-emerge without success.

  "You want to watch something on TV?" Logan approached me, wearing a pair of red basketball pants to the knee, which fall on the sides, a white tank top, bare feet that patter on fine wood.

  "We could start studying for the thesis 'I propose to try to put some' distance between us, maybe if we study the'd stop to fix his sculpted biceps that moves while sitting on the couch a few inches from my body.

  "I have sincerely forces, nor the lucidity" he admits, grabbing the remote and pointing it at the screen that turns into a glow that lights up the room and in the blink of an eyelash falls in the shadows.

  "How did you do?" I ask, frowning forehead.

  "I can adjust the lights even from the remote control, 'he explains, but now his focus is catapulted from a journalist who shows her the foreground of the screen:" You heard right, the tycoon Jhonson is getting married in a month with his now already known companion Aubrey Carter. No word yet on the wedding location, but ... "

  Logan turns off the television, before you throw the remote control at the other couch. He runs his hands through his hair, his head nearly dangles between his legs apart, I can see the muscles tense, contract with each tiny movement that emits. That's why it was so broken when he came from Danny's.

  "Logan, I'm sorry," I can say with sincerity, because I know how difficult it is for him to accept all this after her mother's death.

  "Tell me, Carrie, tell me about your family, you tell me everything, but tell me," almost begs, not moving one millimeter with his eyes pinned to the ground.

  I will not have a good memory of the last period to Stanley, but I had a happy childhood, and a united family. So I kick off the sneakers, cross my legs on the couch and little game with the threads of the tear jeans and I talk about my mother, the person who taught me to be strong when the earth will open under his feet and tries to drag you to the bottom.

  "I grew up in a town where believe me luxury is a mirage in the desert. My father has a horse ranch, which breeds and sells, and for a while ', as far as I remember, business was good. Then the crisis has put on his knees. I started working on my first year of high school. "

  His eyes, since my mouth got to talk, they turn my meeting. I decide not to stop when I see his eyes veiled by a sadness that I would tighten my arms.

  "I worked in the school library, I liked the smell of books, and allow me to read a lot, then I started in a small fast-food until my graduation. I helped as far as I could my family. My mother always taught me to aim straight to my goals, not to stop at nothing. "

  An almost chokes me knot, I think back to that moment that has overwhelmed us, how people can be so bad, not allowing even more to my family to show up at Sunday Mass in the country.

  But do not forsake me, no, they've never done. They have supported and helped me escape, even if the end is just an illusion, because I myself know I can not run forever, that I could not hide from something that at the same time I'm trying.

  "What happened to you?" A punch in the stomach strikes me, making me jump the bile in his throat and his words swirling in the head too fast:

  I can not Carrie, I'm sorry ... You have no choice, do not you leave, I do not allow you to ruin my life ... You will do exactly as I tell you ...

  And I'm back here, to this place that I loved and hated at the same time. They are those walls that collapsed on my life, without leaving me free.

  "Nothing important, now is just part of the past," he lies, and regrowth back tears that pinch the corners of his eyes.

  "We all have one, it's part of our lives or not, you should always look ahead." This time I talk to him, to that pain that he can not let it go.

  "I'll make the bed in my room, I sleep in the Blaze."

  A part of me is going to get up and leave, but the truth is that I'm fine here, with him, in this house that appears to protect me from what is waiting for me outside.

  "I give you a hand." And silently, with his eyes, I thank him because it did not insist in wanting to know the truth. I see it in his eyes that do not let me escape, that he did not believe that for me everything is fine, that my life is perfect as it is. I follow him down the stairs, only our feet that fill a silence that can reverberate in the ears.

  I had been in her room, her scent is infused everywhere, and everything speaks of his life.

  "You play as a professional?" I ask. It is getting some clean sheets, and leverage from its King Size bed in the middle of the room.

  "No," he says. His profile carved stiffens, and I realize he's right, I do not know, other than what he told me, I do not know who the real James Logan Jhonson, but the question that beats in the temples is: I want to know? I really want runs through a desert without finding an oasis in which to take refuge?

  "Give me here." I grab the edges of the sheets and help to fix them, we exchange some eyes, that ends up

  settling each of those lips that are interlocked, repeatedly fluctuates between the eyes and mouth. A shiver runs through me mozzandomi breath.

  "In the bathroom there are towels, if you
were to serve." He points to the door with a gesture of his head, then goes to the closet, he turns and rests on a bed his jersey.

  "With this you'll be more comfortable." Before I leave the room I see a wall that stands behind him.

  "Tell you Logan, tell me something about yourself."

  With the hand that holds the doorknob does not turn around even when he says: "You already know everything there is to know

  Carrie. "Cold and cutting, his voice cracking through me, letting those words vortichino slow and sharp in the head. I know I tried so many times that the idea of him, who he is and what he did in his life, begins to be a blur that I can no longer distinguish.

  I sit on the soft mattress, quilt overflow with your fingers and reach his jersey. I take it in my hands, and I see that it is one of those that are used during training when you do not use protection. I undress as if I were free, like I'm exactly where I want to be, a feeling so new and unaware creeps from under the skin that shivers when the fabric of the shirt caresses me.

  Instinctively I close my eyes, imagining his touch, the hands she held up her face, her eyes filling my everything from which they always ran away. parted the

  blankets, and I put in, the smell of clean laundry invades the nostrils, turn out the light, and I find myself staring at the ceiling. Many small stars are scattered over it, illuminating an imaginary sky that keeps me company. I do not think they are there by chance, and what little I know him believe they belong to his old room. Another piece of him dragging around, clinging only to the bitterness of memory, the only thing he has left.

  I squeeze the pillow to his chest, and sink with the face, close my eyes and let me wrap her world at least for tonight. I do not know what time it is when I feel the mattress move, moving blankets, and the warmth of his bare chest against mine.

  "I just want to hold you," he whispers in my ear hoarsely scratching my body, remain motionless, holding his breath.

  His hand was encircling the waist, his chin light installation on the head and I feel my heart beating, pawing and throbbing incessantly against my back. I listen to his breathing, heavy, tired that gets lost in the room. The hand shakes when the plot to her.