We finish breakfast and takes me to see the label. It practitioner in the center, a building in the top several flat mirrors, dragging me into the elevator, and just see that crushes the floor button, I approach her and kiss her, taking her aback. It's all morning that I want to do it, especially since she told me about those kids.
Her lips are soft, its sweet taste and its warm tongue, isolate myself completely from everything around me. He encircles his arms behind his neck and I still closer and closer to me.
It detaches a moment and I think I did something wrong.
"You..."
"I continue.
"I mean ... I wanted to know if for you ..." It is highly embarrassed, her big eyes blacks holding the elevator carpet, her cheeks are visibly colored a darker pink than usual.
"You want to know if we're coming together seriously?" Nods, I lift her chin with two fingers, because I want his eyes meet mine.
The phone rings, interrupting our conversation, I ask pardon in the meantime that the extension of his pocket, my eyes shell under the vision of the number that is calling me.
Chapter
11
Medyson
"When you think that everything is over, it is
then that really begins ... "
Noha is approaching and I smoke what little I have left the cigarette and then throw it down from the cliff, jump off the hood.
"Since I smoke?" He asks almost immediately with a tone of authority. It always has been, every time I did something that was wrong.
"Why should not it?" The tone of my voice is far more authoritarian than his. I am no more aware now of the anger that comes out almost by itself. It does not ask permission, goes live, it explodes in my mouth, in my body. It is another step towards me, I see with disappointment raises an eyebrow.
"Did you ... did you drink Med?"
"Maybe," I say almost mocking, half smile appears on my face as known her instantly darken.
"But when you listen to?"
"What the fuck do you want to Noha? It is a week that tartassi me to call? "Actually inside of me is happy that she did. I am happy to see a friendly face but I can not, no I can not prove this rage that devours my soul every second that marks every day, is present there as a shadow that is about to swallow me, or maybe He has already done it and I have not noticed.
"I just wanted to know how you were. Everything here Med 'the sound of those words, the way his mouth opens to say them is like a sharp pain in his chest.
I wish I could throw my arms around him, tell him what happened to me. Tell him that I can not be the same girl who knows all since elementary school, because someone brought me violently away something that was not meant for him. Explain that to me it hurts so much inside as if I felt my soul shatter into a million pieces, know that I will not have my first time, and that the memory of it will be the cause of my downfall. Yes, because I am aware that it will. The old me little by little you are consuming and I can not help it.
"Now you see him, I'm fine Noha!" I blurt.
"No, you're not right!" Retorts and his voice takes to shake, I know when it is about to burst, when my attitude reduces it to the limit. We never discussed seriously, but have often collide. There were tearing him so many words, and Cox and Kylian were forced to intervene, how I wish it were here to tell me that everything will be fine, that even this pain that consumes me sooner or later cease to consume my thoughts, that the nights be able to sleep without having drunk to do so, so that my mind back to that sad night.
"Why are you smiling?" Question, I had not even noticed, but it was that memory, when everything was perfect. It is not true that perfection does not exist. You understand only when all you have is crumbling beneath your feet.
"I'm busy, I have to go," I turn her back to him, he stops me from taking my pulse. I turn sharply and pulled back his hand away badly from his grip.
"Do not touch!" Scream against his face, the port suffered a hand to her mouth when her hazel eyes are fixed on my face dilate.
"M-Med" Sibyl just, I lean up and Noha bends knees to reach my face.
"Med?" He repeats. I feel your eyes burn, but I hold and regrowth me back those tears, it is from that night that not towards.
"I have to go"
"No, you're not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck happened to you!" He thunders, at that point I fight with her look that tapers on me. What happened to me?
"What do you care?" I cross my arms in the chest with disappointment and hard from head to foot. It disappeared, leaving me to myself after the death of Kylian and after that stupid kiss.
"You know I care," she says.
"No, I do not know. You abandoned me and if only I'd been closer ... maybe ... "I let the sentence hanging.
I think of that night, that before the accident Kylian, when we were at his house;
"There were several days and I do not Noha torturavamo with our sarcastic. Kylian had gone to pick up at seven, I had already made finding the input of the gate. I still remember the smell and the warm smile with which I had received, coming into the car. the film chosen by Noha was really boring does not even remember the title. Kylian and Cox had gone into the kitchen to prepare some popcorn just leaving us sitting on those chairs side by side.
"Of course you could dress more decently" He commented he looking at me sideways with respect to the track suit I was wearing.
"Excuse me?"
"Usually you're always shooting ... you're always ... well ... beautiful ..." I had turned abruptly toward Noha, he said "beautiful?". I did not understand why that word in his mouth had caused me a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. A different feeling, new and strange at the same time.
The thoughts that ran stopped instantly when his lips pressed against my impatient. To my surprise, that its taste I still heaving of the same words he had just uttered. I liked the way in which his tongue was playing with my piercing. Me and Noha? I thought to myself. Then his forehead pressed to mine with those eyes peering at me as if they got everything they wanted for a long time, it was the answer to my question. Maybe it would not be so bad. I thought. Everything had dissolved like a wind bubble. All it twisted and taken away from the inevitability of events. "
"Why did not you say anything?" We are still facing each other.
"Because you kissed me?" I do not know why I'm asking him, I do not understand what I think to get his answer. But that question was left for too long pending between us. We were never returned on the subject.
"What are you talking about? What has this to do ... now? "His face seems to retreat below the question. How stupid.
"No, leave it alone" face me again and he takes me by the wrist. When I turn around I am not even realize, and I hit him in the face.
She touches his hand the part of the affected cheek.
"DO NOT TOUCH ... MI DEVI ..." she panted scream. I wish I had this anger and this force that night, I would have never accepted that stupid online friendship ... I want ... I want everything but I know now I can not anymore.
"MED ENOUGH!" Is a close to two millimeters from my face. Her screams echoed from the surrounding hills. He stands with his breath against your face. The scent of his mouth is so familiar that makes me almost sick.
"Let me please. If a little 'you love me, let me go, "I beg him and shoved him away from me. Step back and I can not watch it because I know I'm falling and I'm scared. Fear of his eyes which will be reflected in my disgust. I can not even stand this.
"I give up. I do not recognize you anymore, "she says, retreating a step and raising his hands in surrender. The words, the tone disappointed with which the ruling like a punch in the stomach. I hear his footsteps away.
"S-I-v ... I was raped ..." I whisper, and just do not know if he eventually heard me, until I look up and I see that suddenly crashes. Building with his back turned towards me and punches that are tightened along the body.
Chapter
12
&n
bsp; Zac
"The sound that produces the ocean,
ends against the shore or in
I heart the listener "
The phone rings, interrupting our "talk", I ask pardon in the meantime that the extension of his pocket, but my eyes are shell under the vision of the number that is calling me.
"P-Ready?" I whisper just knowing that the other side of the phone is the hospital. The panic comes over me in an instant, the mind is filled suffered the worst scenarios.
"Mr. Kinney, sorry to bother you ..." The tone of his voice is calm. I can not wait for him to stop talking. Those words seem too slow for traveling as my head and I need to understand immediately the reason for this call.
"Daphne, are you okay?"
"Yes, I do not worry but I still need to talk. Could you come here? "I take a breath, I feel relieved, I tell him I'll be there shortly, and hang up.
"Is everything okay?" He asks Courtney leaning on the shoulder.
"Yes, but I still have to go to the clinic. I'm sorry"
"About what? I'll walk if that's not a problem? "I look puzzled, I will not do it again to get into that part of my life that concerns Daphne. She is my world, I never let anyone get close to her I was not sure that would never have turned their backs. It is so fragile and sweet, I know you affezionerebbe now to Courtney. At the same time, I realize that I have the car.
"Yes ... but if you do not mind waiting for me in the car," I reply, she nods with a smile. He adds another, and I think maybe he understood me without me to explain more.
On the way to the clinic, I take my hand I hold the machine resting on the gearbox. I watch a moment, his eyes watching the scene that flows in front of us. With his thumb stroked the back and she smiles shyly. I like his smile, so sweet and innocent. I never imagined that things would evolve as well. It seems to run too, do not really know what there is between us. But one thing I know. I'm fine when we are together and for the moment enough. Parking and I rush at the entrance of the clinic.
"Mr. Kinney, Dr. Wilson is waiting in his office," says the assistant downstairs. He accompanies me up to the office and after knocking and announced my presence gives me the step to enter.
"Please sit down," shows me a chair across the desk.
"Doctor, is everything okay?" Beginning to be nervous, if Daphne is good reason that he had to call me?
"Not really. Unfortunately, insurance can not cover all medical expenses of which he needs his sister, "I can not realize right away what it is talking to me, I'm working a lot and I increased the insurance, just to provide for her.
"How is it possible?"
"You see, this is a private clinic, the best there is for the clinical situation of his sister but the costs, unfortunately, are higher than the previous clinic where he was in New York"
I run my hands on his head in frustration, I do not know how to fix the situation, I have almost finished all my savings.
"How long you can remain still here?"
"Only two more days. Sorry, "I nod, and after greeting him with a handshake I go out. Shortly before arriving at a football Sferro car at one of the benches that are on the sidewalks. I curse, disappointed with myself and the fact that despite my efforts fail to give her the best, what deserves.
"Hey, what's up?" I did not realize that Courtney was out of the car and stood behind me and like a fool I vented my frustration against the bench.
"Nothing"
"Why are you lying to me? Clearly something else bothering you ... "is to indicate the bench, I sit and sigh.
"My insurance does not cover all the expenses of the clinic," she admits with humiliation at the end. He sits beside me and pat my back.
"What will you do now?"
"No, I have to put it in one of those public centers. What I did not at the beginning. I have two more evenings jobs but ... "
"I want to help you," he says, sticking his face in search of my own.
"I do not want your charity Courtney," I say abruptly in response. Daphne is my sister and I alone provider and her.
"Look, I'm not giving away anything ..." I realize that I have offended her, I perceive from the tone of his voice that it takes to shake.
"Sorry it's just that ..."
"Allow me to help you ... please!"
"What?" I ask. If you do not want to give me money how will you help me?
"I pay with my insurance at least a week and while I present my father. I'm sure he will find a place for you. The always we need some people to take care of the bases of its artists. If then, will not fit we will find another solution, "I like the way he speaks in the plural. Reassures me, and although for me it's tough having to accept I feel compelled. I would do anything for Daphne.
"On one condition, if the work goes well I'll return the money to the last penny" nods and euphoric hugs me for accepting his help. I'm not used to depend on someone, but they are up against the wall. It can end up in those centers where the public would leave parked in a room as an object, Daphne needs continuous care.
"Thanks..."
"Do not thank me, I do it with pleasure. I'm sorry, I know that for you to be not easy to accept "
"Now I also read my mind?" I take it around to dampen a little 'tension.
"Maybe, just beginning to learn about your expressions" comments, I put my hand on his cheek.
"And now that I look?" I ask, staring at my eyes by fitting into those dark pools.
"Now ... well '... now they' I put them a kiss without giving her time to finish the sentence, her lips are soft, fleshy and warm against mine. I shortly after detachment and add:
"You have to study me some more '' I laugh and blush like a schoolgirl with her first crush. It's the thing that I like about her. It seems so sure of herself but is actually very fragile, shy and sensitive. Shortly after we get up from the bench and follows me to the doctor's office. We settle provisionally Daphne situation. I believe that I never felt more embarrassed than this in my life.
I do that a few times that I went out with a girl I did not even pay for a glass of water. And now I stand to accept much, much more than they normally accept my ego. I'm going to greet Daphne in her bedroom, but sleeping and leave another CD on the nightstand. "I love you princess" I write in a note that I leave on the nightstand. Pause to look at it, it's so beautiful. always I will fight for you!
When I get in the car feel Courtney on the phone.
"All right, then at nine. Thank you, "she closes the conversation and puts the phone in the bag. It almost instinctively comes to ask who he was talking. But then I realize that none of my business.
"He was my father!"
"Yup?"
"Yes, to see you. We have a dinner with him tonight at nine, "but who is this, an angel?
"I do not really know how to ..." press your index finger against my mouth
"Shhh, I just want to know if ..."
"No, you're not an adventure Courtney. I never thought the first kiss we have set ourselves in your pool "She leans her head on my shoulder while I drive and squeezes my strong arm him. I kiss your head and thank my sister for giving me the right push to live.
Chapter
13
Medyson
"They fight all the time, against all odds
without thinking that the first to contend
to survive, we ourselves ... "
"S-I-v ... I was raped," I murmur, and just do not know if he eventually heard me, until I look up and I see that suddenly crashes. Building with his back turned towards me and punches that are tightened along its body.
"Noha ..." I call him in a whisper, shaking his head and kicks to the lighthouse of his car shattering it into a million pieces.
"Noha!" I say screaming, but it seems not to hear the shots that continues to deliver on the metal dominate my voice. Then he begins to cry.
"Who? Who has touched you? Who the fuck did it? "
It also affects the other lighthouse, then a kick throws down the mirro
r of the driver's side.
"It was all my fault!" I say, desperately shouting in my turn, but it seems not even heard me. Continue to turn back to the car, demolishing everything that is possible and I continue to scream his name in the wind.
"When, when the hell happened?! WHEN?"
It is prepared, with clenched fists, ready to hit the glass window in front of him. I reached him before it breaks out, with great effort I can just touch him on the arm. The sensation of touching or being touched my stomach twisted in a way that I had never tried. How do I feel my hand stops. His breathing is labored.
"Stop ... stop ... please," I pronounce those words sobbing. The tears have got the better of me. Noha hangs with the arm hanging in midair. Little, little shows him bringing along her body.
"What are you doing? ... Look at me!" I implore him, but he continues to set its imagines imprinted on that window.
"I can not ... I'm sorry!" At that time as if he had just struck me that punch. Perhaps he would do less harm than words. I knew I would not have had the courage to look, I would make him sick and that his eyes would have been just a bitch, one of many. I turn and I to leave.
"Where are you going?" His voice trembling, it seems like he's crying. I turn around and our eyes meet for a moment. That impression, immediately receive confirmation, when I see his face streaked with tears. The eyes are bloodshot with rage.
"A. ... home," I say with difficulty.
"You can not tell me a thing and then leave as if nothing had happened"
"You just said that you can not even look at me ..." I leave the suspended sentence, because I am going to say do not blame him. I myself still feel so damn dirty. That smell, the smell of that on my body are a constant presence that can not leave me a moment.
"I can not ... because it's all my fault. If only it had been closer ... all this ... "
"It's my fault and no one else Noha. It is I who have walked into that hotel room ... "
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