Forbbiden Pleasure

"Mom!" I yelled as I ran downstairs to find the tense woman typing on her laptop with a stack of papers around her.She was in finance and it was not uncommon to see her trying to ignore me as she worked. She seemed to forget that she had to be at the airport in less than an hour and that we wouldn't see each other again for a long time. It didn't matter. We barely saw each other despite living in the same house, she would only make an appearance to harass me by asking me about my studies or my private life."Mom?"She turned to look at me and gave me a smile, leaving me totally petrified.Why was she smiling?It was enough to see my expression at that reaction on her part to realize that I was not used to even the slightest sign of pleasant response from my mother towards me.It could be considered a typical teenage mother-daughter relationship, where they didn't get along, but it wasn't at all common. We never fought, because she terrified me, just one look from her could make you f

Chapter 3The obnoxious ringing of my cell phone started to be heard all over the room. I took it from the small table next to my bed and put it to my ear still lying down with my eyes closed."Hello...”" Samantha, it's eleven in the morning, are you still lying down? " My mother's voice made me jump up and out of bed."No,”"I told you, just because you're no longer living under my roof doesn't mean you no longer obey my rules.”I wanted to contradict her. Inform her that I'm 18 now and legally I can do whatever I want, but I was going to argue with her again and I'm really not in the mood to do that. According to her rules I should have woken up 4 hours ago."I know, mom. I'm sorry, I was up late getting my things settled in here and I was exhausted, " I heard her let out a big sigh as I rounded my eyes."It's okay, I don't want it to happen again.”«If it does happen, you'll never know.»"I'll know Samantha.”«Damn, she's a witch.»As I held my cell phone to my ear I went to the c

Chapter 5I was never very good at cooking. Yet here I am, trying to make a recipe I saw on the internet.For many months now I have been obsessed with the delicacies that Asians prepare, not necessarily when it comes to raw fish, but cakes and especially pancakes. They make them so fluffy it hurts to look at them and not be able to touch them. God, I swear I'll make one and squeeze it all day until it's inedible..... That is if I don't light the stove on fire first.I have to separate the yolk from the white... Whisk... What else was it?I never had time to devote to this when I was at home, but since I have nothing else to do here other than be on my cell phone and watch TV, I might as well find out if I have any culinary skills at all.Olivia's kitchen was huge, she could easily be on some TV show teaching me how to make these pancakes. It had two microwaves, a refrigerator bigger than four of me put together, a sort of black marble countertop in the middle of the space, where you

I woke up early in the morning, which was rare for me, considering I loved sleeping more than eating and that's saying a lot.I decided to make the most of the day, take a bath, change and go for a walk around the neighborhood, the weather was perfect and I loved the fact that the sun's rays were nowhere near the sidewalks, it was too early for that yet, besides, the trees were gigantic here, just like the houses.My home was humble, an ordinary house for three people, on the other hand, the houses here, you could fit twenty people and live peacefully without having to see their face all day long.You wouldn't find a single piece of garbage around here, it was all completely clean, as if this place was just there to give a nice decoration to the planet earth.Thinking about the stark differences between Seattle and England made me miss home even more. While I wanted to get away from my mother, I didn't want to leave Jhon. Nor did I want to leave Marcos. And I hadn't spoken to Angel si