"Have they worked it out?""No.""Did you tell her you were bad?" "Neither did I. Fuck you, man. What relevance does that have? Honestly, I don't see much of a future for both of us," I replied tiredly. "Are you going to break up with her?" he questioned startled. "I don't know. Staying in this war is exhausting, I'm tired of arguing. The problem is all this shit, everything to her is a reason to fight.""Good luck with that, my dear. You'll need it. Well, I'll drop by the party Suzi's cat is at, after all, the work won't start by itself." my friend gave a dirty smile and I laughed, nodding."Go on, man. Thanks for coming" I greeted him with a half hug."Relax. Do I say anything to Cassie in case I run into her?""No, leave it alone.""Okay. See you, big John." he said his last goodbye and left. I continued leaning on the balcony, enjoying the balmy evening and trying not to think of any problems - and there were many. I looked to the side and caught sight of the house at the bac
"I'm drying a floor, not running a marathon." Helena frowned in outrage at my response. "I don't think it's appropriate for you to do that.""May I know why?" I questioned critically, already imagining what would come next. "Because... You don't do these things." she explained awkwardly, gesturing toward the cloths and the floor. I frowned, almost offended by her statement."As far as I know, I have hands and all the limbs that enable me to perform any kind of task, Helena. I don't understand your point." I acidly rebutted. She sighed and touched her temples for a few seconds, then looked at me again. "You understood what I meant.""No, I don't. Why don't I do 'those things'? "I insisted. Helena huffed impatiently. "Do you really want me to clarify? I thought just the place you live in already made it implied." She retorted, tipping her head slightly to the side with a smile at the corners of her lips.I remained with a displeased and closed expression."Did you assume a character
Sunday was more monotonous than usual.I had walked with Benedict, called Mr. Feldmann and studied some pending cases, devoted my best to avoid evoking the flashes of the strange and random scene the night before. As usual, Cassie found herself throwing the same old childish tantrums and not answering or even viewing my messages. To hell with her and her immature attitudes. It wasn't as if I cared much, to be honest. I only saw Helena during the time she had received the plumber who would fix the sink in her house, and after that I didn't see her for the rest of the day. This was unusual for her, as she always played with Benedict every Sunday.I heard some rustling coming from downstairs and came out of the study, identifying my mother's voice. I went downstairs to find her talking to Mary, who was just listening and nodding. The woman smiled at me and I waved to her, who motioned to go upstairs with her bags. "Mary!" - I called out to her and she turned around. "Yes, sir?" "Le
"You're the most animated person I've ever seen washing a dish," I joked, still in the same position watching her. Helena was almost purple and I laughed, making her laugh with me amidst her bashfulness. "She shrugged, still laughing, and I agreed, leaving the door and walking to the fridge in search of a glass of water. "Let me get it for you," she said as she saw me grab a glass and open the fridge. "No need. You can keep dancing if you want, I didn't want to get in your way." I joked, calmly sipping the cold liquid, and, glancing over, I could see her eyes narrowing in my direction. She mumbled an almost inaudible "that's funny" that made me laugh briefly and turned forward, drying the sink. I saw her yawn and scratch her eyes, still cleaning the place. I went over and deposited the glass there, motioning with my hand for her to stop doing that, receiving a confused look in response when she turned to face me. "Can I get you anything?" she asked bewildered, and I nodded my head
"I have a great way for us to seal our peace agreement." she said as she stepped closer. I didn't say anything, just pulled her under the shower and pressed her body against the cold wall, noticing her shivering."Then show me how badly you want to redeem yourself," I said in her ear, nibbling on her lobe and letting out a low moan as I felt her scratch my back. I would like to believe that everything was fine and I might even think that things would really work out, however, as I kissed Cassie there, under the shower, one side of my head kept repeating that covering the sun with a sieve wouldn't help anymore.Something was very wrong. **Helena's POVThe last few days had been too much for me.I could close my eyes and the scene in the bathroom would come to my mind without blinking, and even though I tried hard to keep that moment in my mental trunk of John-related things all I could do was feel the touch of his hands causing an electric current in my face. By the way, what kind
"Hey, Helena! Good morning, young lady." Cicero entered the place with his typical grandfatherly manner, carrying some bags with him. He was an extremely nice gentleman in his fifties who was always smiling around. Like my mother, he had also worked for the Carters for years, but as a sort of butler."Good morning! How are you?" I smiled broadly at him and went to help him with the bags, placing them on the table and already removing the bread rolls from there. "I'm fine, thank you! What are you doing here? You're going to be late for class, young lady!" The gentleman reported exasperatedly, drawing a laugh from me. "My mother woke up a little unwell this morning, so I volunteered to serve coffee today," I explained as I adjusted the coffee pot, which soon began its work. "Oh. What's wrong with her?""Flu" I grimaced, taking the cold cuts out of the fridge."I'll make some tea that's shot and gone and take it to her." Cicero expressed excitedly as he followed me, I laughed and tha
When I said the day was going to suck, I was not kidding. It was a short, very short time before I got to the bus stop, and, as in all good Murphy's Law*, my bus passed by in that instant. My morning certainly resembled a part of a really bad romantic comedy movie.By the way, I was the young lady who saw the love of her life arranging an expensive trip with her wonderful girlfriend.C'est la vie*, my friends. I cursed loudly and sat defeated on the bench at the bus stop, almost having a syncope during the waiting time for the next transport. Minutes later it finally arrived, preventing me from having a seizure right there. As soon as I arrived at the college, I hurried to my classroom, bumping into the professor who was leaving after the end of the first class. I smiled weakly at her and walked into the class, seeing Sophie staring at me with a thousand questions stamped on her confused face. "What happened?" she asked as soon as I buried myself in my chair. I threw my arms over t
"I don't think he needs me anymore," I joked, pointing with my head at the dog. "I'll be right there, then," I told John. He seemed to awaken from some reverie and looked at me seriously, seeming to sway about something. He looked away, ruffled his hair in a way that bewildered me, and then looked at me again, quickly running his tongue over his lips in a natural way that, if it had been on purpose, would not have been nearly as mesmerizing as this unpretentious act.God, he was so uneducatedly handsome.Liking someone is a strange business, because the person is just there breathing and you think, "Holy shit, what a wonderful human being." Still reluctant, Carter finally said something."I don't know what our level of closeness is," he began, and I looked at him strangely, staring at him with the biggest possible blank stare, "but... You seem to be the only person I can have a decent conversation with." John laughed humorlessly. I froze without understanding the reason for his ra