Novel & Cerita Taking Her

Just air and gravity and the weight of choice settling into her bones. She didn’t know if the world was ready to hear her truth. But for the first time, she wasn’t asking. She was preparing to take the mic back. Not as a subject. Not as an experiment. As the version they never saw coming.

His words have always had a way of always coming back to haunt her, and even now as she's packing some cutely sliced fruits in a bento box, right above another bento box with fried rice and some protein, she's going back to his words. "Let me take care of you and your scars." She shakes her head. "I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back before dinner." She announces as she exits, not waiting for anyone to ask her where she's going. She gets into her own car, parked in the garage and drives all the way to CR Group Main building. She smiles as she exits, looking up and counting upwards till the last floor. He'll be certainly surprised to see her but she's pretty sure he hasn't had his brunch yet

She laughs, taking a large gulp of snowberry juice. She almost cleared her plate; she ate a lot more than last time anyway. “Are you ready?” I ask her. “Yes,” she stands up and faces Adrian and Dimitri, “Thank you both, I’ll see you tonight.” She places her hand in mine and I pick her up in my arms and speed us from the room.

She began to furiously rip the feathers and soon those near her started to join. "Hey, anyone want a snack while we're waiting for the birds?" The third girl lifted up her tied shirt sack and reached into it. We all watched curiously as she pulled out a handful of blackberries. We all gasped in surprise. "Pass them out to everyone!" The girl smiled- her greasy blonde hair waving in the gentle breeze behind her. Each of her individual ribs were on display as well as her assets but to us- she looked like a superhero. All three of them did.

She smiles, walking past me and putting the kettle on. "Where is everything?" I walk over to her and show her where the stuff is; I don't feel like I have slept at all. "Go get a shower; we need to go pick flowers and stuff today."

I hold one out to her. “Take this,” I say gently. “You need rest. Even if your mind doesn’t want it.” She stares at it for a moment, eyes unreadable. Then she takes it from my palm without comment. “Thank you,” she says quietly. She doesn’t wait for a reply. She turns and heads for the stairs, barefoot, shoulders squared like she’s walking into another battle instead of a bed. The sound of her footsteps fades, one by one, until the house settles again.

I asked, looking at her warily. "Why?" She suddenly released me and locked the door behind us. Then, she spun around. The drunkenness was gone from her face, replaced by a cold, eerie smile.

She exhaled slowly, adjusted her blazer, and walked toward the entrance. “Okay.” She murmured. “You can do this, Tessa”.

she mumbles into the fleece. I nod, hesitating for a fraction of a second before pushing myself off the couch. I carry the empty bowl back to the dark kitchen, dump it in the sink, and grab the small plastic cup of pills and the glass of water. "And now, take this." She looks at the pills in my outstretched hand, then slowly drags her gaze up my arm to my face. Her trembling fingers brush mine as she takes the medicine, then tosses the pills back in one single motion.

To hold someone again. I take a breath. “Let’s see what we can rustle up.” She follows me downstairs with bouncy steps, and her feet barely make a sound on the wooden floor as I lead her through to the kitchen. I pat one of the stools at the breakfast bar and she hitches herself up, adjusting her pink robe with a delightful little hint of self-consciousness that makes my mouth water.