"Look at the beauties, this is my house."
I point to Blake to see which yard he needs to park in. Leisurely it's getting dark, so I may not be able to show him everything around the house, just a part which was built, and I brought it in with only one intention anyway, yes let us be alone and let his touch drive away from my fear.
"Beautiful?"
A slightly raised eyebrow on his face betrays playfulness.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"You think I'm beautiful?" His smile is the most beautiful thing there is in the world. Good and his touches. And the body. Oh God, he's all perfectly beautiful.
"Beautiful, Blake. From the first moment I saw you, you were amazed me with your beauty, even though I was afraid of that force from you, that one latent influence on me. Everything about you touched me so strongly… your words, looks, and only touches. "
"Little one, when you say that, everything in me thrives, grows, I feel for the first time
I am both scared and in love at the same time and I totally believe him to be ready for it. Why? Because I feel the same way about him. The thought of him letting the woman touch, awaken in me an animal eager for blood. I'm not even aware of what I will do when my worst seas come true."How come you didn't have siblings?""I told you, mine got me late. They worked for a long time on the child and in fact, as soon as they gave up, that's when it happened. ""Do you want children one day, Samantha?""Your children?" Oh God, I haven't thought about it yet. It's in my head blur for a moment."My children, Samantha. Of course. Would she want someone else in her own bed? ”He was a little offended, and only because of his own insecurity."No one but you, Blake. You are my first and last. You know that. "I stroke his cheek a little through that thick beard I love so much, ah he tilts his head because he enjoys that caress every time. M
How can I love when it makes me weak when it makes me jealous and unreasonable? Am I imagining it or is it just the other side of that wonderful gentle one wishes for Samantha? Why am I afraid of losing her now? Maybe because she is the only light in my darkness? Because of the only thing I have in my black life?But… I love her, I love everything she reveals to me, this admiration, this ecstasy, this fascination, the need to be close to me, to have her eyes they discover that only I exist for her. I knew I was reacting violently, but I couldn’t go against myself. It bit me and killed me seeing my brother in her bed.Where is she?I crossed the whole house calling to her, fearing at one point that she went far. What do you think? Where do they come from? She never did betray, and I am afraid again. I found her in the last place I was looking for because she actually is Moby scratched at the door of Victor's room. She is his bed instead of mine. Her
I nod to Samantha after we are left alone, and she walks away to me to explain."She is going out of town tomorrow to try to solve it. We will be alone on Saturday. "This cheered me up, so I quickly kissed her and went to the room.Friday passes in anticipation of the afternoon when my brother will leave.As soon as he crossed the threshold with his suitcase, I ran to the couch next to Samantha and pulled her up the floor."Good luck, you have no idea what I'm going to do to you tonight."he squeezes my thighs around my hips, so I adjust to it to feel good how excited I am for her.“Why wait for the evening? We are alone. Take me upstairs. "I don't wait for her to tell me twice, I pull her arm and while she's giggling happily, I slung it over my shoulder and carried it up the stairs.As I wear it he puts his hands under my shirt and tries to tickle me."I'm not ticklish here.""And whe
I knew this moment would come, but it would be today, I didn’t she did not dream. This is not a dream, this is a nightmare that has come true. I’m guilty of not taking the opportunity yesterday and doing it to the end conversation. I let him grieve for me about Clark, instead of at least I hint that Blake knows part of the story. He figured it out himself, that part wasn't me fucked up. Everything else… so I did, fuck. Indescribable guilt suffocates me as I run down the stairs through the house for Victor. I know my friend, he's good as bread, but let him down once, he will find it hard to forgive. The look from his eyes gave me up the knowledge that he will not pass over this lightly.“Victor, wait! Please!"I'm about to break my neck from rushing down the stairs, but I'm not giving up even though he ignores me and walks briskly towards the garage. He's already in the car and he lights it to go, but I stand in front of the hood and clap my han
My happiness is not at all aware of the strength it shows in all hardships moments, in those where I simply fail. How she calmed down and made my brother understand, I don't know, I am amazed by that little girl every day. He so bravely deals with everything that life prepares for us, with Perry, s threats, with my past, and now with this strange state in between her, me, and my brother.Sunday dawned, he hadn't shown up at home yet to talk.My head is in chaos because the old one is coming too because we have a big one ahead of us next week tender and concluding a new deal. Samantha is at least here to give it to me need peace and tranquility.Around noon my brother finally showed up at home.I get up from the couch and walk towards him, but he just walks past me without a word. I hate when he sulks, he always acted like that no matter when we would sometimes get hooked on something, mostly about nonsense. It's worse than some women."Let's sit he
Sunday afternoon is my favorite time of the week since at the table dining we all sit, my father-in-law, Victor, Blake, and I, while Moby holds your corner and your pelvis. The atmosphere couldn't be better, because we finally solved this our secret, so at least it no longer hangs over our heads. Victor will be leaving soon, we'll get a divorce, and then we'll tell Dale what's up."Want more salad?" I offer Dale and take the bowl."Samantha, honey, I already told you not to tell me. Please, daughter. "I nod in delight at his gesture and hand him the bowl."Then man, how's Uncle Clint, how are his?" London must be beautiful at this time of year, there isn't that much rain, is there? ”Victor interrogates Dale about the trip."Everyone is fine, they invited you to come. What do you say, Samantha? ”They gave me he asked, and Blake continued with a smile."Yes, I could take you."“Blake, son, Victor hasn’t
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
It's over.I feel like it's over.*******She cries behind closed doors, I hear her, she bursts with every sob of my heart. And me? I don’t go to her, I stay on the other side and cry more than her. She hides so I don't see her pain and weakness, and I hide so I don't I make this harder and I don't push her even deeper into the darkness she's heading towards. I know that feeling, it draws you to itself, it promises you that you won't feel anything anymore, you will not even remember, everything will be covered by darkness, but at least you will not suffer anymore. AND he extends his arms even if you take a step back, you somehow think of looking back, to find some good in yourself and around you that will keep you from leaving into that darkness, you are desperately looking for that light that will illuminate you. And that's why I know yes to her I need to be that light and that is why I will not show weakness now, I will not show my own pain to share with
I'm here, I'm alive, for now. I never imagined my life with Blake as a fairy tale, I never did nor did she believe in fairy tales, but that he was my prince is, he was, my dark prince who came to light because of me and by his appearance made me a woman who will never give in to any life again obstacle. I didn’t expect our lives to be honey and milk, but never, not even for a moment I had no idea that so much would take my life, so much to load, to bleed my heart so many times. For whose sins do I suffer? At the moment, I’m just not strong. No, while sitting in a chair into the children’s room, and for days I shed tears looking at the empty crib he’s in my Hanna should have gone home with me. She should have been drinking milk now, try the first bath, she should have woken us up in the morning or made us happy while she was we watch him sleep. We should have held her in our arms now, rocked her, and enjoyed that wonderful scent of a child. But I didn’
After work, I come home in silence with my brother, and Samantha greets us cheerfully at the entrance."My boys, lunch is on the table, in fact, it's already dinner and it's cold because 18:00 has already passed. So where are you? ”"Don't ask, baby, don't ask." Victor walked directly past her dining room."Blake, what is it?""We didn't pass the competition.""Oh, God!" He put his hand over his mouth and sighed in disappointment."Well, that means…" He looked at me desperately."Yes, that means just that.""Let's eat now, we'll come up with something."We have been sitting at dinner for half an hour and eating in a silence that only here and there a heavy sigh breaks out."I will sell the house on Aurora Lake and it will be an injection into our firm." Samantha's sudden announcement made my brother stare at her."You're not going to do that, it's a memory of your parents." No way to let her do
Today, Samantha is already in her twentieth week of pregnancy, so I’m following her on examination by a gynecologist, hoping to finally find out the sex. Baby teases us, the last time she turned around we couldn't see anything. I get nervous every time before we get into their practice. Admittedly, the first time I came and saw that Samantha would examine a young doctor, I felt like taking her outside and looking for her doctor. As if she knew what was going on in my head, she squeezed my hand and she glared at me to stay calm and not make a scene.That first time I was standing next to that screen and pretending to be crazy when he was a doctor showed the child, and I saw only some stains and nodded. But so when Samantha took me with her for a checkup at sixteen weeks, when I saw that little wonder moving inside, his face developing, arms, legs… hell sam I felt tears in the corners of my eyes. I do not know the last time I cried, but this ... this was stronger t
I don't dream, my favorite is there, next to me, in my bed. Free we are and we are together. Isn't this the best thing in the world? Have by your side a man who looks at you as if no one else exists, touches you as if he wanted to convince you that you really exist in reality, utters promises and oaths to you eternal love… and finally, a man who would sacrifice himself for you. Our happiness is only doubled by the fact that we will become a really small family for just over seven months. We are a real family from the first days, although in our case everything turned out so comical, but again romantic… we survived various blows, it all just made us stronger. It's not Blake now calmer than ever? Am I not stronger now than before? Is not it Victor happier now?"Love, thank you for trusting me," I say softly to him an ear as I hugged him, clinging to his back."Luckily, I don't trust anyone like you. There is no better place in the world from your embrace. &
Why don’t I feel aggression, restlessness, anger, madness, and I’m located far away from my beauty, not before my eyes, under my fingers?I understand why, because I have finally fulfilled my purpose, so will I. do something for her. I'll take this, and here in this cold cell, behind bars ... I couldn't even see that. I know loneliness, she has been my companion for years, I know all my own thoughts, even the blackest ones, lived with me every day, and that's why I don't like this heavy. Maybe in a month, maybe in a year, my beauty will wait. That’s what makes me calm. Next to her, our child will be waiting for me. I don't believe it yet! My beauty he will give me a child. Child. Is life a little fucking with me?A little to me, a little to take?Now that I know the two of them are waiting for me outside, I can survive it all. Even and the touch of that guard as he led me to the cell, even the separation from Samantha because at the end of the
Will my brother ever be lucky in life? I wonder who knows which one way, as I reflect on his life after what happened to him more than four years ago.I don’t know what it’s like to live with such a burden, but I know what it’s like for me either to hide what I am. I neglected Clark, I put my brother in the first place, not to strike him too. I did my best, I really did. And I thought about him a lot of times while he was alone Seattle, alone, just worked, didn't live at all. I accepted his love for Samantha, so how could I not, that’s the way it is palpable between the two of them that I am almost envious. I'm glad she is finally happy, and God knows she deserved happiness after all and it happened to her.However, destiny does not allow them to be happy. But that's why I'm here, I'll give it my all of myself to fix what to fix yes.Isn't the sign of that abnormal love what he did? Yes her save, he took on the crime. Someone would say no
Aren’t movies and stories showing every awakening in the hospital through some fog, as you turn around, wondering where you are, how you got to that weird thing a place, an ugly smell, white walls while trying to remember where you are last time, what did you do and what the hell happened to you lying naked under the sheet? Stories and movies can show what they want, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I knew where I was and I remembered every damn moment that happened in our house. Victor is sitting next to my bed, worried and frowning, but looking at me with tenderness. He gets up from his chair and takes me in his hand."Samantha, baby… how are you?""Where's Blake?" I ignore his question about my health, I just wonder where Blake is. I look around, then towards the door, but I don't see him, there's no sign he's here. My bag and cell phones are in the locker next to the bed."Where's Blake, Victor ?!" I repeat the question because I'm upset anxiety
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