Johnny takes a deep breath. It was never easy to remember this person, much less talk about him. It took him three months before he could leave his room and eat and talk like a human being. His parents had tried everything by then: psychological counseling, self-help books, and even spiritual help from the pastor of a nearby church.But what really impelled Johnny to try to recover the flame of his life was none of these things.Sitting in the park, the young man didn't try to disguise his tears or the look of weeping and pain he felt when remembering that very special person. Looking up, he began to speak."She was my best friend."Emanuele almost has a jump. Yes, he had a best friend, and their friendship was shattered because of Thabata's manipulation! He had told her that at the meeting a few weeks ago.He continued:"We met when I was ten and she was eleven. At first, both my parents and her parents thought we would have some kind of romance when we got older. But that never happ
Upon hearing Johnny's response, the girl simply stops breathing. Her eyes widen.The people outside, passing back and forth, seem completely distant. The sound of cars, birds, children playing on the swings and seesaws... All that becomes irrelevant. The boy sniffles again as he explains, in a mixture of despair and amazement:"That day we met, when Joshua and you were walking back to the building.... I just laid my eyes on you and... I felt something extraordinary. A kind of calling, of connection. I don't want you to think that I'm making an excuse for this what we have, whatever it is. But I simply knew that I needed to stay by your side. Anyway."Johnny takes a breath and continues:"When I heard your name, then, I felt everything around me spin like I was on a merry-go-round. It was like... It was as if the universe was telling me..."His tears won't stop flowing. Emanuele also gave up trying to hold back the tears. She had no idea how impactful her existence was to him."When I
Emanuele was in the living room of Johnny's house. It was the first time she had been there. The girl was feeling strange, but she couldn't exactly say why. Maybe it was because she had never been welcomed anywhere, always having to deal with insults and nasty comments from others. Deep down, maybe she was expecting more attacks.After hearing the story of Johnny's friend, Emanuele couldn't simply refuse the request to meet his parents. It was obvious that the redhead meant a great deal to him. That feeling was so strange. Usually she had to make an effort to seem useful or have her opinion validated, but he listened to her and respected her unconditionally.The girl heard the sound of footsteps. It was Johnny's sister, the teenager with the blue hair. She smiled at Emanuele:"Hi!""Hi," Emanuele smiled back."I'm glad you're here. My brother won't stop talking about you for a minute, I was beginning to doubt that you were real."The two exchange giggles. Then Johnny's youngest says,
Joshua didn't even blink as he heard the simple, yet practically deadly words in his ears.Emanuele continued, still not having the courage to face him immediately."She didn't go into details. She didn't tell me what disease it was, or why this so-called miraculous recovery was possible. But... But that's it, she wants to stay by this man's side and-"Joshua stands up quickly. The girl notices that he has his cell phone in hand, probably dialing Alexandra's number.Emanuele feels she should stop talking, but she simply can't."Do you think ... That this is possible? I mean, that someone who is practically dying can have a chance of continuing to live?"The man looks at her. There is hatred shining in his eyes."Maybe. But I won't allow that to happen."He puts his cell phone to his ear and is silent for a few seconds. Then he practically roars in frustration and throws the device on the couch."I can't believe this. I just can't!" he shouts, outraged.The girl says nothing. Joshua pa
Joshua's intoxicating, sensational touch was exactly as she remembered it.He was strong, domineering, and very sure of himself. He knew exactly what he was doing, the sensations he was provoking, and he seemed to be an expert at it. Emanuele could barely hear the voice of her own conscience amidst this mess of wonderful sensations, which made her murmur and moan.One of his hands landed on her thigh. She had never, ever been touched like that. She usually burst out in nervous giggles and was embarrassed all the same. But there, at that moment, she was completely surrendered.Joshua took Emanuele on his lap, still kissing her.She didn't know where they were going, although from her guess and the smell of wood and cinnamon, they were in his room. The girl with dyed hair, or almost, since the dye was slightly faded, felt her body resting on a soft mattress. She still didn't have the courage to say anything, and her neck was being nibbled by Joshua, who also couldn't say a single word.
Upon hearing Joshua's question, Emanuele feels her body lean forward, almost as if the "yes" is already implied. But her mind wanders long before she finally manages to answer: "H-how are you going to do this?" A slightly arrogant smile draws itself on his thick lips. "Don't underestimate my talents." My goodness. The girl stares for seconds at his mouth, so close they could kiss at any second. What would it be like to feel pleasure without losing your virginity? Was there a way to do that? She swallows her shame and asks once more: "But... I'm serious. How are you going to do this?" Joshua raises one of his eyebrows. "No one has ever touched you? Have you... Never touched yourself?" "No." They are silent for a few seconds. Joshua thinks that's funny, but he doesn't laugh. Not least because that could send a completely wrong message to her. The man slides his hands to her waist, holding her firmly. Then he faces her and says very slowly: "I am going to stimulate you, your
When Emanuele woke up, Joshua was no longer in bed. Startled, the girl looked at the clock on the wall, wondering how long she had been out. Then she realized that she had been there for twenty minutes.Slowly, the redhead raised her torso, sitting up. She was still only in her panties.Part of her brain still could not discern what was true and what was not. Had she imagined all this? The subtle tremors that still ran through her fingers and toes, as well as the small hint of a shiver down her back, were proof that yes, it was real.Emanuele stood, testing the firmness of her own legs, and got dressed. Why had Joshua left the room? It seemed a bit rude. Or was that usually the way things happened, and she wasn't used to it?As she was about to leave the room, the man opened the door. He was carrying two mugs, one in each hand."Hey, Sleeping Beauty."The girl blushed with embarrassment."Oh, hi.""Hi. Here. I thought you might be in need."She takes a sip of the cold drink, but can
The redhead says nothing, but feels her heart racing. Although he doesn't name names, Emanuele knows he is talking about the family member, the man who tormented him so much that the after-effects were still present more than forty years later. And as if that were not enough, this man would take longer to die than expected.Not that she believed that with the death of Joshua's abuser, he would get better or overcome his internal adversities. That healing was personal, and if he didn't make an effort, it would be a vain struggle. To depend on external factors to get rid of that pain was useless and even dangerous.Joshua is trembling. Anger? Fear? Emanuele says:"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.He looks at her with such intensity that it almost hurts."I have to."The man simply gets up and props himself up on the bed. Soon after, he lies down under the fluffy pillows and places Emanuele beside him. The two of them are looking up at the ceiling and smelling each o