"Stop the car! 'Nearly scream.
"What is Zac?"
"Stop fucking, Ian 'nails instantly and get out, leaving the door open under his astonished gaze. By pausing the road in front of some car brakes suddenly as I passed.
"Hey," I say almost whispering. I see that barely manages to stand up, but does not seem drunk, that's what made me stop. She does not answer and not even turns his face towards my direction. She holds her head against the wall, and drag along the wall. Noto below that her dress is torn, my eyes will move more down and I see blood along her inner thigh. He reaches for his arm, and the infinity just snaps on the defensive.
"II do not ... touch me," sighs and raises his hands to ward off something, in this case from me. But what have they done to him? I think, stunned and horrified by what my eyes see
"I can call someone if you like," I ask bowed down their faces to the search of his that is covered by a lock of hats, but I can only see the make-up loose black on her cheek. He shakes his head in denial and then glide to the ground. Ian joins me.
"What's wrong?" Question, I point the torn dress. She looks at me, and finally I see her face, in her eyes is embossed look of someone who has nothing left, it seems empty and devoid of any kind of emotion.
"V-I ... I just want to go home," whispers soon. I lean on the legs to get up to it, the tears flow on her face from who knows what.
"I'll call the police if you want?" I understand that they hurt but she did not even let me finish speaking popping me a look of terror.
"All right, we're taking you home. Can I help to lift you? "She continues to make shook his head and fatigue rises, barely reaches the machine. He explains where he parked his, the accompany and decide to drive his car to the house, followed by Ian, she is certainly capable. I look at her, his head leaning against the window for the whole trip, I speak to me just to show me the way to go. Trembles like a leaf in the wind, and continues to try to cover themselves under my eyes. We come to the house, I stop, drop and hurriedly fled to the house. I remain a moment standing in front of his image disappearing behind that door. Then I start walking by Ian waiting for me at the entrance of the gate
"For you were raped?" I nod and shake their fists only from nervous. It made me sick to see a small girl in those conditions. I wonder if he was wrong not to notify the police, but it seemed so shocked that I did not cause her more problems. As you can touch a person against his will? I wonder what animal could do such a thing?
"Zac, are you?" Ian recalls me, making me note that we have already arrived from Noha. We take as usual our things from the hood and prepare for the evening.
"Do you mind if it sounds too?" I have in my mind that look, those eyes off, and I can not help but wonder how old she is, and how it got in the wrong hands that inevitably marked his life. I just hope they have someone who can help.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, but I'm not in the mood," I admit and Ian nods without another word. Noha meanwhile greets us, now seems less formal to us, almost less asshole. In the distance I see Courtney in a delicate white dress, which changes direction as soon as his eyes meet mine. I think of having to explain a bit 'of things, so I decided to reach it with a glass of soda water and cranberry juice. Looking back to the first time I'd seen her drink concoction.
"May I?" He once almost irritated by the sound of my voice.
"What do you want?" He asks, frowning.
"Only give you an explanation, that's all," I offer the cup, it does not seem to have convinced her, so they add a "please". She nods, and we move to the bottom of the pool, near the railing that looks down the hill.
"Then? We feel, your girlfriend dumped you, and so now you want to have fun? "Part suffered the attack and do not blame her, I should have been more sincere but it is not easy for me to talk about my life, about my sister and what we spent.
"Something like, say you left me the green light ... 'sarcastic comments, she starts to leave and stop grabbing her by the arm.
"Scherzo" I whisper in her ear, "You're beautiful, you know?" His eyes search mine and I have his attention again.
"Look Zac ..."
"I'm sorry!" I begin by interrupting his speech and continuous, 'there's a girl, it's true, but it's my sister. She has a degenerative disease of the body. So ... "For me it is not easy to talk about it, because it is an open wound and she seems to understand at once the discomfort in my words. He rests his hand on my shoulder that glide until you see the hand holding tight in his.
"I'm really ... I'm sorry ..." His voice is thin and sweet. I smile bitterly.
"Now you know," I conclude that speech, because they are not
ready to go beyond explaining details.
We enter into the house, I ask where he is taking me, once you smiling at me without answering.
He opens the door of a room. I see that it is a double
bed and I linger in the doorway.
"Come on, do not get any ideas as your usual 'speaks to me with the confidence of one who knows me always. It drags me to the terrace from which there is a view to die for, you get to see the little bay far from us. The reflection of the moon illuminates her skin, up your index finger on his arm by drawing an imaginary line.
Vivi you who can
I feel his body reacting to my touch, his eyes seeking my lips. I lean over and take her neck between the hand.
"We had a rule, keep your hands cool?" She recalled teasing fun.
"You must have the wrong person," she whisper and hill lips on his mouth before he can react. The passion flares up in a moment, I feel the warmth of her tongue on mine, it is a wonderful feeling that I felt too long. His hands are intertwined in my hair. I detach myself for a moment, and look at it with the thumb caress those lips still wet from my taste, we are eye to eye as if we were trying to find our hidden thoughts. For once I'm enjoying the moment. For once, I live my life.
Chapter
9
Medyson
"What it is most bitter, in today's Pain
It is the memory of the joy of yesterday ... "
After I closed the door behind him, I walk those stairs, like never before in my life. Once in the room, lay my back to the door and let myself slide down the white lacquered wood. I look in the dress torn, then shooting up, run to the bathroom, tappandomi mouth. In memory of all, I get back everything in my body in the toilet. I rise staggering and continue to tear the fabric that smells like him, I still smell of him ... It did not happen to me ... can not be ....
Apro the shower water and avoiding my image reflected by the mirror under the icy jet. I tremble, but it is certainly not the cold fact, the cold water seems a relief along the aching body. I take the sponge and rub every centimeter of skin, I do earnestly angrily, and repeating that for a quantity of times that I have the knowledge to evaluate.
I can still feel his hands touching me, and then rub stronger because I do not want to feel that feeling, I do not want to hear him. Her voice resonates in my head, full of lust and those eyes ... that look. I drop the towel and help me with my nails, scratch the whole body, as if I wanted to shake off the skin that has been touched by him. But I can not, I still feel it, smell her perfume.
I leave the shower wrapping me in a soft towel. The dirty feeling is still there, I do not leave me. I get dressed and even the fabric of panties in contact with my most intimate makes me wince in pain. Do you think your first time to be perfect, with the right person when you look through his eyes see all the love he feels for you. The images in your head so many of those times not thinking that one day, an ordinary person can steal that moment, to tear apart every part of your soul taking away a part of you. A moment, a few minutes of torture, and you are nothing, nothing that is worth feeling woman, and one that devours you in is just the beginning of your hell. I take the phone from her purse and try to call Noha.
I lie down carefully on the bed, the phone rings repeatedly. When you finally feel communication open, the chaos of
the other party makes me realize immediately that it must be at some party.
"Hello?" Says a female voice and hang up without saying a word. I have to do something. I repeat. I have to banish those thoughts tonight. Then slowly down the stairs quietly and go into the bar room of the house where my father used to meet with his business associates. I open various doors until you find the one I need. I grab the bottle of whiskey and sent back to the room. I sit on the floor and I hasten to open the bottle. Jot down once the first sip, bitter, strong and it seems to burn me, but then at the same time becomes like oxygen to my lungs. I'll grant you another drink and another. Memories sfuocano, everything loses shape and color and myself I lose myself and I do not want to find her, I will not regain Medyson tonight.
*****
"Miss, her waiting for brunch" reminds me Consuelo from behind the bedroom door.
"It's ... well," mumbled soon. I get up with a strong headache, my eyes look empty bottle of whiskey lying on the carpet next to the bed. I rise to fatigue and hide in the window seat, together with the other. I have to throw them before Consuelo find them. I arranged to do a flight, I brush my teeth over and over again to drive away the smell of alcohol that breathes my breath.
Once in the dining room, I find my father and my mother, both sitting their respective capitavola.
"Good morning Medyson" mentions just my father without looking up from his newspaper. So does my mother with her gossip magazine. I sit and greeting in return.
"So, are you feeling better? It is a week now that you have this influence, "my mother's question without being distracted by too much reading.
"Yes ... of course, much better mom," How stupid, influence? What mother would not know what happened to me? I would like to stand up and scream to both; Yes I feel better after being raped by a stranger a week ago. Maybe while you sorseggiavate a glass of Champagne a man crept between the legs of your child and I almost finished the whiskey stock in the piano bar because it seems to be the only thing that gives me relief. But both are too preoccupied with their sick lives to notice.
"I'm glad," he adds, feel the nausea that goes along the gorge, I rise and they even notice my absence at the same time that I leave the room. Maybe it's better this way, I have not broken balls at which to fight. I hear the phone ringing and the extension from the pocket of trousers of the suit I wear. I look at the display that flashes the name of Noha. It all week that keeps calling me without my answer.
"Tell me!"
"Finally, what's wrong? I have not seen you in class all week "she asks with concern that emerges from the tone of voice.
"Therefore? Perhaps I owe you something? "I retort coldly.
"Med ..." only to utter fail.
"Yes?"
"We can see us please?" It seems almost a plea, but he knows me too well and would understand immediately that something is wrong. He is the only Cox would tell. Although now that I think, he is the only one to have worried about my absence from lessons with her is two weeks now that we no longer feel.
"Are you still there?" Noha calls me from my thoughts.
"In pretty sight in half an hour" hang up without waiting for his answer. Seeing it makes me nervous, I myself do not know how to explain in what trouble am I in with my own hands. Yes, for me they are looking for. What stupid goes into the bedroom of a cha has just met? What stupid may fall right in behind those tricks perfect gentleman? Only me. It's my fault, I deserved it and that's what hurts the most. I go for a moment to my room to get my bag, I threw open the door and I see Consuelo with one of my bottles in his hands. His gaze was troubled before the vision before his eyes.
I approach her with a firm step and tear it from him.
"Since when rummage in my things?" Growl, as I think I have ever done for him.
"Miss ... I'm just ..." do not let her finish speaking and chased away, threatening that if he had been a spy would have paid dearly. His eyes hold a twinkle that I had never seen before. Guilt occurs immediately in front of my consciousness. I take a bottle that I keep in a box under the bed and sink into that bitter taste, how my life. At that fire that burns longer makes me feel better.
After an exact half an hour sitting on the hood of my car, with a cigarette between his fingers and the view of the hills in front of me. I hear the car's noise Noha who parked next to me. It comes down, wears faded jeans, a t-shirt sticking portraying the message of the Hard-Rock-Cafe. Hides his look below Rayban, his hands tucked into the bottom of the pockets of his jeans. He approached and I smoke what little I have left the cigarette and then throw him down from the cliff and jump off the hood to meet him.
Chapter
10
Zac
"Sometimes just listening to a song
It's like being in heaven "
I wake up and I feel her eyes on me, rub my eyes with my hands and then I see it. Lying next to me with his elbow sinking into the pillow and his face resting in hand.
"You've been here long?" I asked sleepily. She smiles, the better I look and see that only a tank top a bit 'wider than the soft falls to mid-thigh. I almost want to ask who he is, it is distinctly masculine.
"Enough to know that at least you're not one of those who speaks Russian or maybe in my sleep," says fun and it also amuses me and the rest of the game.
"Because? You are about to investigating the case for wanting to sleep with myself? "I regret it now just think back to last night. The evening is spent well and then Ian as usual towing and her home to me again in his Outbuildings.
"Actually ... I ..." she whispers, and I sit on the bed and bring it closer to me.
"Like I said last night, I'm not that kind of guy. I could not sleep with you because I know that I would not sleep. We'd finished doing anything, "I try to explain, but stopped almost immediately.
"It would have been so bad?"
"Of course not? But I want to know Courtney- I take my hand and the door to his mouth to leave a bacio- I will not do shit, not now that I was able for the first time to talk to my sister, "you glide on my chest, his finger index track of imaginary lines on me, until my abdomen. I have to get out of this bed, now or my good intentions will go to bless sentences.
"Let's go out for breakfast?" I say, I take her by surprise and seems to have it all figured out as soon as his gaze falls into my boxers become a bit 'too tight.
"Someone seems to have other plans," comments with taste and biting her lower lip to torture. I put a chaste kiss on his lips and tells me he goes to get changed and comes right back.
I let myself sink into bed for a few seconds and try to smother himself with a pillow. I hate myself, I can not enjoy the moments, maybe Ian is right when he says that girls are more introverted than me. But what can I do? I'm kind of a night stand. I've been there, but do not want to be anymore. Then, when Daphne fell ill I have not had much time to think about anything else and I feel at how out of practice.
I prepare quickly, before Courtney back. I leave the Outbuildings and she does the same thing, going out the door to the living room windows.
"Where are you taking me?"
"In the valley! I'll show you how to eat there, "I begin proud, showing what are the places that usually frequent. She nods and then gives me the keys which I take to flight.
"I drive!" I look shocked, I've never driven such a machine, even in my wildest dreams.
"Okay," I start driving and is simply fantastic, comfortable, sporty and the best thing is the adrenaline pumping through his veins just lunge on the accelerator. We exchange a few eyes, ripped jeans anywhere with white top that seem esserle been sewn on. Only a fool would stand, and I maybe I am.
We arrive at Franck's fast-food restaurant on the corner of the street where I live. Parking the car in plain view, I would not want graffiassero. I see a bit 'lost and take her hand reassuringly as we enter.
"Here you eat the best breakfast in all of Los Angeles' notice and once inside I order for both the house specialty: scrambled eggs
with crispy bacon, all’on a slice of toast with a thin layer of mustard. Courtney confides, explaining that his are always very busy, the mother is a lawyer and the father has a record label. I'm drinking a sip of coffee when he says it and I began to cough loudly.
"Are you OK?"
"Y-Yes ... sorry," I clear my throat and I continue to listen. He praises the good work of his father, how he changed the lives of many people, making them famous thanks to the talent of which they used.
"I'll want to introduce" concluded, and I do not know if you're being serious, because they are intent on thanking the waitress who just brought us breakfast.
"Did you hear what I said?" I remind me
"Are you really saying?" He asks puzzled. You taste the crispy bacon and squints, it is clearly visible that he likes. What makes me smile is so sweet.
"Of course, you have a great talent," she continues between mouthfuls each other.
"I do not enjoy ..."
"About what? The fact that I present you my father? You know how many we have tried only for what? "He says, and in those last words I feel a knot in my stomach, I do not know how to interpret it, as is a sense of discomfort. Jealousy? Yes! No, I can not be jealous, I hardly know her.
"And you?"
"What about me?" He asks in turn not finding a way to my question.
"I mean ... are you out with those guys?" But what I can not care? What a jerk.
"Of course!" Answers so quiet and a few seconds later I broke out laughing in his face. He points a finger in my face and one hand to her mouth to hold the clamor with which laughs.
"You should see the look on your face right now? - He leans toward me, closing the distance separation that we will not be jealous Mica? "Murmurs with seductive tone. I from under the table resting his hand on her thigh by a slight pressure.
"Do not do this anymore!" His eyes sparkle with excitement and I did not really realize I said that. In short, what right do I have? But that answer, she, with his way of doing. She nods and puts her hand under the table to get to my, hold me tight and I smile with a slight embarrassment.
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