He looks dashing in his tight fit uniform. I couldn't stop peering at his strong arms while giving him a mild tour inside the house with me secretly barring him out of the utter mess.
Engaged in my exposition, Liam suddenly asked a query about the whereabouts of Dad in which I immediately parried. "So, why musical arts?" I asked. "I love music ever since. I feel like a different person when playing. I love to see people dance and relate to songs that I write," he replied enthusiastically. I'm envious of Liam's intrinsic passion for music since I'm still at the phase of exploring myself, of what I want to achieve in life. I vividly remember my Grade 10 essay that basically asks us of what do we want to be ten years from now. I penned that I just want to have roof above our heads, stable job, and a complete family which is never ever going to happen anymore. The tragic departure of dad had a dire consequential effect to me and Mom. Mom decided to made herself reticent from the outside world and wasted herself in alcohol and depressive episodes. It made her restless and hysterical at some point. I couldn't bear to look at her skinny physique caused by starvation. I was wrathful at that time as I watched mom slowly losing herself in the process. Gladly, my knights in their shining armor, came to the rescue in the nick of time. Ashton, who's family had connections to multitude physiatry facilities, persevered me to get Mom treatment. I wasn't confident in my skills of persuasion so Blake entered the picture in which he easily put mom in the hands of specialists. As an only daughter, Blake and Ashton are as much as close as I can call my brothers. They never bailed on me and they've planned a get-together this Saturday because they've missed me. "How about you?" he spoke. I couldn't say because of Mom, which is literally the principal reason why I chose this field. "I love to watch a lot of documentaries. Brain-related type. I got hooked and immediately fell in love with the brain's anatomy," I uttered. He smirked and looked at me with contentment in his eyes. We arrived at the living room and seated at a cloud sofa, so cottony, you'll sink. But never deeper than Liam's glinting blue eyes. " Do you like some espresso?" I preferred as I try to ignite the unheated fireplace. The rainy season made the town a bewildered maze. The downdrafts made it hard for a safe travel outside so a lot of people prefer to stay dry and warm inside their homes. "I won’t take long but sure," he replied. I went to the kitchen and instantly started brewing while putting away all the ingredients of my halted venture of cooking tomato soup. I was rattled at first when Liam stepped foot inside the house, but his charismatic and gentle way of talking put me at ease. As I was grabbing a mug, Liam unexpectedly set foot in kitchen that made me flinch. I accidentally dropped the mug and tried to pick up the pieces when a shiver cut my index finger bleeding. Liam jumped at the scene, held my hand, and inhibited the bleeding by sucking my finger. The twinge ended so suddenly as he conscientiously lapped the blood in my finger. His soft pink lips tickling my finger felt so electric and heavenly. The sensation made me moan in pain and satisfaction. He looked at me in a raunchy way that intensified the atmosphere. Only to be interjected by Mom, who went straight down in the kitchen to know what’s happening. “What’s going on here?” Mom asked in bewilderment. I pushed Liam away like a loaded gun. We both got startled and we both tried to save our faces. “I dropped the mug on the floor because of my buttery fingers and Liam tried to stop the bleeding on my nicked fingers,” I said storming out the kitchenette to get a band aid. “Hello. You must be Ms. Brooks. I’m Liam. It’s nice to meet you,” said Liam who’s sweating incessantly. Mom is sensible that she always tries to get the bigger picture of everything. “Nice to meet you too,” Mom said smiling. Liam sighed in relief and instantly renounced the tete-a-tete that was supposed to be another unofficial coffee date. He told Mom and I that there’s been an emergency so that he could leave. If Mom didn’t even barge in, I would have almost kiss Liam and who knows what could have happen next. Mom’s timing couldn’t have been more perfect. “He looks good, doesn’t he? Is he your secret boyfriend?” Mom asked at the dinner table. “Gosh! Mom! He’s just a friend,” I said tacitly blushing. “Who knows you better more than I do?” she teased. Mom looks like in the pink of health now. The medicine that the doctor prescribed worked like a charm. I bet she’d be out and about tomorrow. I tried to kill my time that evening staring at the twinkling stars outside the patio. Sipping hot cocoa on my favorite unicorn onesie cross-legged. I tried to get a crystal-clear picture of everything that happened today. As I was about to get inside, I saw a stray, bony kitten, rummaging in the neighbor's pile of garbage. He's probably quivering in cold and feeble from starvation. I felt a punch in my gut. So, I trod towards him and lift him up from the rubbish mound, caressing its bristly hair and ensconced him on my onesies Kangaroo-like pouch. "Hello there," I said in the swathed kitten. I can feel it's scrawny body shuddering, and realizing how lucky those domesticated cats are at Frankfurt. I got everything planned out for Kit (that's what I named him). I'll lay down some bunch of discarded foam in our tool shed, which is miraculously soft and replace the defunct bulb with a new one. it will just be his makeshift residency for the night until I can buy a cat bed and a kitten-friendly cat shampoo. He's purring and his spiritless tail started to dance a bit. And so, I let him take his time until he can slumber in his newfound home. My dripping hair, after a sweet lavender bath, postponed my regulated sleeping schedule before 11. I played some pop music to keep myself awake as I rest my back on my bed's headboard. Then, all of a sudden, a secret caller beeped my phone in the dead of the night. I wondered who it is. "Hello?" I asked. "Hi. Is this the Brussels car repair shop number?" He asked giggling. He sounded familiar from the tone of his voice. It's almost at the tip of my tongue but my lapse in judgement is playing in the hilt right now. "You've got the wrong number," I replied. I can hear him constantly laughing on the other line despite the static. "Whoever this is, this isn't funny," I replied irately. I was about to hung up my phone when... "Hi Serena. Did you miss me?" he said. I scratched my head in confusion and realized how pathetic I am not immediately realizing who's on the other line. It's Liam again making fun of me. "You're such a jerk," I said reddening. "I would like to know how's your nicked finger," he said. "And I'm sorry about earlier. Rushing to leave without formally saying goodbye," he added. It's so obvious why he did that in the first place. Apology isn't necessary. Then, it came to me, the sultry look on his face when he nursed my cut finger. Pain turned into pleasure. At least sensually. "It's fine," I said staring at the band-aid like a diamond wedding ring feeling unhinged. I heard a sigh of relief and then he continued... "By the way, my birthday is this upcoming Friday, but I'm going to celebrate it this Saturday. I would like to invite you," he offered. I tuned up my groggy voice a little bit and placed my hand on top of my head secretly smiling. "Yes, of course. Is it okay to bring a plus two? I don't want to become a wet blanket to your party," I asked shyly. "Sure. I just need a head count since it's kind of an intimate party," he said. He sent me the invitation right away and to Blake and Ashton's mail as well. Probably, change of plans for the get-together this Saturday. I meant change of venue. He hung up since he's also early tomorrow. Dress code was written on the bottom left corner of the invitation. "Following the rules is essential to get in the gates of Poseidon. In swimsuits and in trunks". Sounds too cheesy though. I could feel the second-hand embarrassment to whoever coined it. I felt like it was rushed for a virtual invitation. Better to contact Blake and Ashton. Checked if they're willing to come. And gladly, they did.Liam's birthday party is nearly approaching and I'm plucking up enough bandwidth to push myself out of my comfort zone. I even tried to strut with my bikini inside my bedroom and fix my haunch posture.I asked for mom's opinion and all that she can say is that fake it until you make it. A quote straight from a podcast that she's been listening to for quite a while now.I tried a visualization technique that I've learned from binging YouTube videos which are a handful. I tried to control my breathe whenever I felt anxious and to divert my mind to look at the brighter side.It was two hours before the party and I'm already downright spiraling. My ragged breathing and racing mind is just adding insult to injury. So, I called Blake on the double if he could drop by our house to pick me up.
Liam, who's a son of a proverbial chef, turned 22 in this very day where popular personalities, camera crews, and handful of guards in black suits skirt the compounds perimeter. My focus zoomed in in Liam's sizzling body."Why do I feel like we're in a different world?" said Blake."The king of the sea wants to see you Serena sitting on his throne," teased Ashton."Better get myself drunk enough to be able to do a catwalk than loaf around in front of the upper-crust crowd," I said.I needed my name to be plucked up in the lottery. It has to! I need to fight for this aimless venture that I'm about to embark. Liam is the one that I liked and I don't want him to go.So, I gulped a glass of champagne that probably cost an arm and a leg. An
Saturday Night The monster brooding underneath my bed crawled up onto me and morphed into a familiar figure. He tried to throttle me as I try to fight back. My ladylike hands were useless against him. His eyes glaring red, hair grubby, and strapping arms strangulated in my neck. I can't breathe. I can’t scream for help. I’m dying! I woke up with my pulse racing, sweat cascading over my face, and my muscles tightening up. I lulled my breathing to mellow it and with Liam consoling me by massaging my back. "Hey, are you okay?" blurted Liam. "It's just a nightmare,” I said as I knead my neck. I noticed how dark it is already outside. I worked myself up and reached my handbag on a rustic table abutting the corner most of the room. I dredged my phone and noticed several messages from Ashton and Mom who's sickly worried. Ashton's missive contains
SUNDAY MORNING.I didn’t get any sleep at all. Not even forty winks. I just gloomily stared at the drawn draperies with the ray of sunlight.Mom has been visiting me from time to time, rapping at my door, asking me to let her come in. I’m skipping meals and ignoring messages from Liam and my best friends.Today was supposed to be my whole week’s convalescence. I tried to fight the urge to stay in my room all day. But the chains are indestructible and my room won’t let me leave, like asking for a company.In twilight, I gathered an infinitesimal bandwidth to stand up and fixed my flyaway hair. Normally, I would always wash my face up with soap but water isn’t
MONDAY DAYSPRING.I rouse myself around 6 A.M., Liam texted me:“See you later at school, babe. Cannot wait for your soft lips and sweet moans.”Liam made me bite my lips just by sending me thirsty letters. This text is an understatement of him wanting you to do something bad to him. We will, he is definitely aroused after his dingy faring with his dad.He is sure jet-lagged from his itinerary yesterday.So, I implored myself to bake him some homemade brownies, to complement his espresso at Frankfurt’s.I arrived at the usual spot where Liam’s having his hearty breakfast.My conjecture was right, he looked bone-tired. I am responsible for Liam’s health, just like when he sent me those red roses.His lips, still as soft as cotton candy, when we kissed and his ocean blue eyes st
We materialized at the police station, where Jake’s being held off, half an hour later after we absorbed the affair.The foreground was seething with variegated news broadcasting station.We tried to keep our faces off the radar by having our hood above our heads. Liam tightened his grip on my hands as we passed by the curious media. He was uptight and furious at the same time.I can hear the wind moaning on our east, mixed with the pandemonium of crews and journalists who’s impatiently waiting for Jake to come out the station.I heard that he was being bailed out by Aries, while the remaining arrested were still incarcerated and to be judged by the Supreme Court later next week.Then, the flicking and flashes of cameras started to play a strobing spectacle in the middle of the moonless night. Jake was rushing, mortified of the possibility of tarnishing his dad’
This feels sinful but right at the same time. I put down the glass of water on the countertop. I was moaning as Caleb’s lips feast on my neck and collar bones. I was too caught up that I didn’t notice it was Caleb’s bare chest pressing on my back.The smell of Caleb arouses me and puts me under a lusty spell. Feels like I was levitating, transporting me into a sacred oasis.He started untying my robe after he unbuckles his belt pants. I can feel Caleb’s wholeness behind rubbing against me.He flipped me around, then carried me up the countertop, groaning my name. He pinned my hands above my head and coercively wrapped both my legs around his muscular waist. He started groping my chest with his tongue trailing from my mouth down to my breast.I wanted to stop him, but he’s so deft at making me not to say no with my concupiscence for him.
Be thankful or not. Be thankful or not. Be thankful or not.This phrase kept rewinding over my head as I try to make a straight eye contact with dad. His place looks rundown with the wallpapers barely sticking on the walls, hanging for their lives. The tiling screams for replacement, water pipes to the fore of the wall, and a defunct hanging clock that seems more like an embellishment rather than a useful instrument. Not to mention the noisy neighbors having a spat at the adjoining room.“How are you darling?” he said coolly.I can feel pity, anger, and gratefulness all at the same time. He’s a trainwreck and I have a lot of pointed questions that I needed answer.“Thank you for saving me last night,” I answered plainly.That’s the only sincere respond that I’m going to give him. I don’t want to discredit his valiant effort though t