All Chapters of Head over heels for my uncle Pedro : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Patrick drove us back that evening, the sky already dimming into soft shades of dusk. He pulled up in front of Lisa’s house first.“Bye, Lisa.”“Bye, guys. Have fun,” she said with a grin before slipping out of the car and disappearing into the house.Patrick watched her go, shaking his head as he started the engine again. “My God, Lisa is something else.”“Yes I agree, but she is just the type of vibe I need right now in my life,” I muttered.He shot me a sideways glance. “Yeah, you are so boring.”“No, I’m not.”“Yes, you are.”I rolled my eyes. “Shut up and just drive, you twat.”We both burst into laughter as he pulled away from the curb, the tension of the day easing, if only a little.By the time we reached my house, the half-built front gate was already pushed open, giving him easy access as if he belonged there. Tall trees lined the edges of the mansion, their shadows stretching across the driveway as he pulled in, the engine humming softly between us.“Huh… I guess this week

Michelle – POVThe next morning felt heavier than it should have.Mom and Dad were already up, moving around the house, their voices overlapping with the soft drag of suitcases across the floor. They were getting ready to travel for Gina’s wedding. It was only for a day—just a day—but somehow it felt longer than that. Like the house would stretch too wide without them in it.Gina had always been close to Mom, and her husband was tied to Dad’s business, which made their presence non-negotiable. Still… My birthday was just around the corner. I couldn’t shake the quiet worry sitting in my chest.We stood outside by the car, the early morning air still cool. Their small suitcase rested in the trunk.“Mom… Dad… please be back before Saturday,” I said, trying not to sound as anxious as I felt.Mom smiled immediately, pulling me into a warm hug. “My goodness, baby, we would never miss your birthday for anything.”Dad nodded, resting a hand briefly on my shoulder. “We’ll be back before you ev

That morning the sun was already out, I shuffled into the kitchen, wearing a white polo shirt ensuring the bandage underneath stayed hidden.My body is still heavy with the remnants of last night’s chaos. I yanked open the fridge door and grabbed a cold bottle of water, the chill biting into my palm. Pouring some into a glass, I took a long sip. The icy liquid slid down my throat like a balm, cooling every frayed nerve and soothing the dull throb in my injured arm. I leaned against the counter, eyes closed for a moment, trying to steady myself.I glanced down and flexed my arms carefully. The pain was much better than yesterday—manageable now. Satisfied, I took another sip of water.Still on drinking the water when I saw Michelle padded into the kitchen.She looked effortlessly tempting in one of her oversized shirts, the soft fabric draping loosely over her curves. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and with every step, I caught the faint outline of tiny black shorts clinging to her

Michelle's POVI burst into my room, giggling uncontrollably, my heart racing with pure joy. I was still so happy from playing with Uncle Pedro today. It had been forever since we let ourselves be that carefree — running around, laughing, teasing each other like we used to when I was younger. Everyone seemed so grown up these days, so serious, like they’d forgotten how to just be happy. But today… Today felt different. Seeing Uncle Pedro smile and play along with me made something warm bloom inside my chest. For the first time since he came to stay with us, he looked truly alive.Still smiling, I quickly stripped off my clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the floor, and headed straight for the bathroom. I filled the tub with warm water, added a little of my favorite scented bubble bath, and sank into it with a contented sigh.As I began washing myself, my mind drifted back to him. The way he had lifted me onto the kitchen counter so effortlessly… the way his body had pressed clos

That night, I waited anxiously for Uncle Pedro, but he still hadn’t come home.I paced around my room, nerves twisting in my stomach. Where did he go this time? I hoped desperately that he wouldn’t return with fresh wounds like before. The thought alone sent fear racing through me. I tried calling him repeatedly, but the phone rang and rang with no answer.Maybe he’s still angry about our argument earlier, I thought. Maybe he’s staying out late just to avoid seeing me.I sat down clumsily on the edge of my bed, my heart heavy. He had been so harsh with me earlier. If only he had given me a chance to explain, we wouldn’t have fought like that. Right now, all I wanted was to hug him tightly and feel his strong arms around me.Sleep refused to come no matter how hard I tried. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, when I finally heard the familiar sound of his heavy footsteps in the hallway. My heart leaped. I jumped up and rushed out of my room.There he was — sitting on the floor rig