I sit on my bed and hold that bottle of pills in my handI swept it into the drawer a couple of weeks ago. Now I feel like only I can quench this burning hatred in my stomach and quench my thirst for blood. Images that pass before my eyes are not at all to describe. Every director a little a better horror film would now envy my imagination and originality. The bottle rustles in my fingers as my gaze flies over the tiny ones in letters as if it would drive away images of what I want to do Perry. That one human part of me, the one belonging to Samantha, warns me that now, especially now I have to stay calm and sober, in control because everyone my wrong step can only hurt Samantha. My hands tremble at the thought of what Perry did. My father, Moby, Samantha. She made a threat and hit where I was most it hurts. If she had done anything to me, I would have survived, but to touch them, my family, in everything I have… It will not go unpunished. We got home an hour ago, I took a sho
Some loud sounds wake me up from my sleep, almost hitting me non-stop my brain. I open my dreamy eyes, only to be startled by the image I see in front of you. Blake slams his fists violently into the door of my room, striking so hard that a hole is created in the place of his blows, and blood in his fists. I jump to my feet at the same time but approach him cautiously. I'm afraid of his rage, without even knowing what caused it. I feel that to me he won't do anything, but I'm afraid he will. I'm amazed while the blooddripping from his fists to the floor, as if feeling no pain at all, I decide to summon him to myself."Blake!"He stopped at the same blows and froze. My voice seems to be acting on him."Blake, I'll come over and hug you, and you'll tell me what happened.""Not."I don't give up because of his rejection, I approach slowly, to the left arms pointed at him as his shoulders rise and fall as a result of rapid breathing. I don't kn
Everything somehow fell silent, I used to hear him crying, but now I can't you can't even hear his breathing. She looks at the man who tells us about the coffins and offers the same through so much charm that one would think we are buying a new one in the kitchen, not the coffin for his father. At one point, Blake stood up, and then for the first time, I saw with certainty that the possibility was yes I lose it great because what radiates from it is no longer woven of love, a foreign notion that I am very afraid of. He rushed out the door and after a break and a noise was heard apparently caused by his pain and anger, Victor's hand made me even stronger squeezes."They will have to take pills again, there is no other ..."I know he won't agree to it, and it's for me. I sigh and look I apologize to the startled undertaker, and head for Blake. I find leaning his hands on the car, his head on his chest while looking at the floor andI'm sure she's crying in silence
I walk from the ground floor to Samantha's room, through the darkness and silence it makes this night scary. The scream coming from her room made me cringe every hair on my body ruffled, so I hurried up the three steps to her room. The fucking door is locked as her screams get louder they reach my heart and hurt it. I can’t speak to how shocked I am, how much hers sounds to me suffering breaks down as I try for who knows how many times to break down the door. Weak alone, too weak, but I do not give up. The moment the door finally slams shut in front of my bumps, my gaze falls on Samantha standing naked in the middle of their rooms, hands tied and hung on hooks above their heads. Frozen I am in place and space as my heart leaps out of my skin. He is standing next to her a man with a black hood over his face and holding a… whip…He swung his whip through the air and made me cry out in misery and despair!"Samantha !!!"I open my eyes and realiz
On Saturday after lunch, we head to Aurora Lake next to hers, actually to our house."Here, the room is perfectly clean and now we can baptize it again." up as I finish setting the curtain she chose. Every day the two of us came here and kind of tidying up, cleaned, and tidied up so the kitchen, bathroom, and room are now almost ready to move in. The second part houses, a guest room and a large storage room on the ground floor, and two children's rooms on the floor will be finished by the masters from next week. There will be work because they are there only bare walls, metal bars, and concrete blocks to complete partitioning on the ground floor because the living room is too big so we will be there to make a study for me."Come on, beautiful… come on, let's take a shower together."He drags me after him to the bathroom."Samantha, baby, what are the days of the month that you're horny for 24 hoursDaily? I felt y
"Wait, Samantha. Wait a second. Slow down. You want to tell me Victor is gay and that you're actually in a relationship with his brother, with that lunatic? ""Rose, don't call him that first because he's not crazy. He has trauma from the past and does not like to be touched. With the proviso that you were very intrusive even though you were said a couple of times that he was not interested. Okay, let's forget that, but yeah. In a relationship alone with him. Now you know that my marriage is a farce, but I will divorce soon Victor. "I finish my presentation and lean back in my chair while we drink coffee in a coffee shop next to my company. Today is Monday, I came to work, a Blake decided to work from home this week. I saw Victor in passing when he promised me he and I would talk tomorrow."All right, all right, you're right. But it is still not clear to me how you are two found. He's pretty fierce, and you're too calm. ""Well, it seems that he awakens
I send Blake another message as the taxi takes me to our house. God, OUR houses! How confused and unaware I was of this in-between me and him from day one. From the moment he walked into my room,I remember almost every moment he used to touch me, to empower me kiss me, get close to me and just inhale my scent, and only his gaze… and now my gut is constricted by the desire and love he evokes in me. I give all I have is for this to never pass. A mixture of madness, needs, addictions, and worries, I don't even know how to describe it."I'm looking forward to seeing you." And he looked so patient from the start, using every moment to confuse me, and actually, only one day of mine confusion takes off its veil and I realize how much I want and need it. Now, now I love and adore him.And just because I love him, I will not indulge him but I will make him yes he realizes that he has to look at this whole situation from a different perspective. The taxi leaves me
Today is already a week since that incident with my brother, a week since we have neither seen nor heard each other. We exchanged only three officials' mail regarding the sale of our solution, and that was it. I suppress how much I can think of him and that way of life because I'm sick it comes with every image my brain creates. Not to think about it, I am busy with work in another part of the house.The masters are coming tomorrow and are starting to renovate the ground floor. Daily the living room will still remain spacious and my study will be enough to put a desk and a painting corner in it. I want to paint Samantha again, my eternal inspiration.He enters the house all torn and stained with earth while taking off his gloves and removing naughty strands from the face. He smiles sweetly at me and winks at you he twisted his ass as he walked upstairs. She is tireless, she has been gardening all day, planting flowers, and now she has the will for seduction. I grin as
I look at my watch, I've probably spent more than two hours outside the house, so I return home to her and just pass by on our way to our yard with Rose. I know Samantha isn't right either, but I don't have the will or a desire to apologize to that gentry. As I watch her wave from the fence, and then he waves to me, I feel real physical pain in my heart.Why am I so unyielding? Well, I can at least please her, accept it Rose's apology and apologize for the rudeness, even though she deserved it. If he will Samantha means so much, then I'll do it another time. She is so much she made it and accepted it for me, and I actually show so little love for her, in a way that would mean the most to her."Love" He calls out to me as he approaches my car and crawls on the floor shoulder."Samantha, call Rose back in a day, I'll apologize.""You will?"He raised his warm eyes to me asking me in disbelief."I want a baby, I want for you.""Aaaaaa yo