Lena Alenaaaaa, take the gun! His disgusting voice echoed in my head. No, noooo! Alena! Do it!! Karen looked at me and added, "It's not your fault, dear" Like she fucking knew! "Shut up!" Max yelled at her. He was fuming with anger, but that didn't make me feel any better. My whole body shivered and I was about to faint. How could she possibly know what I did? "Alena dear, don't act like that now" Karen scolded me like she was my fucking mother! Alena! My father's voice echoed once again from every direction. Alena!! His endless screams filled my mind. I was out of breath and my mind went blank and my feet were sinking in the ground. No! Alenaaaa! I stepped back and then through the door; I ran the hell out of there! Max "Dear..." my mother stood up and sat next to me, where Lena was sitting a minute ago. "I would like to tell you something, very important" "In front of everybody? What is it?" I asked even though I had no interest in what she had to say, I just cou
Lena Max looked at me with compassion and seemed ready to hear my sad story, I sighed deeply, swiped my tears off my face and told him everything. It was so dark outside when I finished work. "Alena dear, it's kind of late, will your mother come and pick you up?" Mrs. Ann Willows, the owner of the grocery store I worked asked me. She was always so nice to me, and every time after my shift, she gave me a bag of candies for Oliver. My mother would have never picked me up from anywhere; she wouldn't even drive to see me at the hospital if I got into an accident. "Yes Mrs. Willows, but she is meeting me at the Chuck J. Diner, she is picking up burgers for dinner" I lied and she smiled widely. My mom would never pick up burgers for us; she wouldn't even buy food in general. She used to carry bags with food and toys for Oliver, but I struggled for along time to understand why she stopped. But any more. I bet at this moment she would be sitting at the kitchen table, with a
Max I woke up early, called at work, and took the day off. We didn't work on Sundays, but we were supposed to be welcoming two new members to our team. I had no energy for it and I wanted to spend the day with Lena. Despite all the tension from last night, it was the best sleep I've ever had in years. She slept in my arms during the night. I love it every night, but yesterday was different, we came closer, I felt... love. Karen surpassed every boundary there ever was. Even after I yelled at her, she kept going. She disregarded everyone's feelings, as she always did. I had fourteen missed calls from her, two from my father and one from Cleo. I tossed the phone on the couch and went back to bed. I put my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She smiled, but kept her eyes closed. I always expected that she had mentally and physically abusive parents, probably because of mental illnesses or addictions... but I've never thought of that! That was messed up! Forcing your own ch
Lena I greeted her with a forced smile "Mrs. Walker" Jake growled at her, but not aggressively, it was only a sign of warning. Maybe it was she, who was following me after all and not that psycho stalker. Thankfully, I could handle her better than him. "Jake no" I ordered. "Keep him in line" she firmly raised her voice, like she was the one ordering things around. Jake didn't even listen to me; he only took orders from Max. "I will try" I politely replied, even though politeness wasn't the easy choice. It was clear to me that she felt like protecting her son from me, from everything I was and did, but that frowned look on her face was so annoying. I wanted to be polite, at least, to her but she getting on my nerves like no one else before. Whatever she had done or said to me, I couldn't ignore the fact that it was his mother and she cared. She cared in her own way but still. "Is Maximus upstairs?" "No, he'll stay late at work tonight" "So, it's just you then" That
Lena Early in the morning, Max kissed me goodbye and left for work. He wore his formal military uniform to attend that conference. I must say I preferred the casual one, he was way sexier with that. I forgot to tell you, a guy from Verden Company will come to check the dryer. He said around 18:00, just so you know. I already miss you I read his text. He just left and yet he missed me. I miss you more I quickly put my clothes on; Max already walked Jake very early in the morning, so I rushed to work, since I had an early shift today. While I walked towards the candy shop from the Mall's parking lot, I had this creepy sense again, that my alleged stalker was following me. When I was alone outside, the fear of him seemed that would never go away. I even thought I saw a figurine that fit him, but I couldn't be sure. I entered the shop quickly; my skin shuddered at the thought of him. I went on with my shift without thinking about it much. I finished around 15:00 and my man
Lena "I can't let you do that" I coldly said. "You don't participate in the decision-making process, angel" he smirked with those deranged eyes. I stood up with difficulty, I still felt a little dizzy but I had to put an end to this! I walked slowly to him. My heart was pounding and I felt so scared, but being scared wasn't an option right now. I sat on the couch not very close to him, and begged "What do you want? I'll do anything, just don't hurt them, please" "Oh, my angel" he whispered and slowly came closer to me. He put the tip of the gun on my cheeks "I want you..." He slowly took the tip of the gun to my lips and softly said "Those lips... I have been fantasizing about kissing them for months..." Months?! He leaned to my neck and inhaled deeply. I felt his wet lips on my skin and I shivered with disgust. I took a deep breath, I had to think fast. "You like it" he almost whispered. I wanted to correct him, but there was no point... He kept touching my lips with the
Maximus "I'm sorry, man. They are going to be ok. Do you hear me?" Jason slightly punched my shoulder to bring my focus back on him. But there was nothing he could do to make me calm the fuck down. That asshole was very lucky, if he didn't shoot himself, I would torture him for days. "Lena is a fighter man, she fought back. And she didn't scream for help once the entire time!" Jason exclaimed in surprise. "I know..." I whispered. She did, she did fight back... Although, she didn't scream for help once, she always took care of herself with no help. I bet she doesn't even know the word help! I waited there in despair for hours. I kept calling the animal hospital, until they told me that Jake was out of danger and he would soon wake up from his anesthesia. The policewoman wanted to talk to me some more, but she dared not to disturb me again. I gave her a deadly sharp look when she tried, it wasn't the fucking time! I only transferred the CCTV footage to the police station. That
Lena I spend three days in the E.R. and then they transferred me into another room. It was a single room, Max arranged that and it was like a five-star hotel. I guessed this was how the wealthy got treated at the hospital. Since I felt way better, it was time to talk to the police. I didn't really understand why I had to, they had the CCTV footage, why did I have to narrate every little detail? I didn’t want to but it seemed I had no other choice. Everything happened so fast, for a while I thought I dreamt the whole thing, but the wounds on my body showed otherwise. I still felt scared, even though I knew he was dead. Those unsettling eyes of his, would always stay on mind as an unforgettable and horrible memory. I had plenty of those, but life decided I needed more. The female police officer asked me plenty of question and I described all the events in detail, she even asked the same questions repeatedly. Even what time it was when he shot me, like I had the time or the mind to
Lena I sighed with frustration once I saw my car behind the wired fence of the police pound yard. We came early to pick it up, since it got confiscated by the police the night, I drunk my sorrows away. It’s been two weeks since that awful day and I already avoided this matter for long enough. It had to be down today. “We are going to sell, right?” Max asked yet it wasn’t a question, as he knew me too well. “It’s like one mind” I smiled at him. I didn’t want to drive it any more. I didn’t even want to be inside it. All I had was awful memories out of it. It was time. “We’ll drive to the yard to sell it today” he grabbed me by my hand and we walked to get it back. “Does it worth anything really?” “Not much, but it’s better than to have it hanging around for no reason” “I don’t care, I want to get rid of it” I squeezed his hand. We went straight to the used car dealership and it was gone, not for much but I didn’t care. I didn’t even take a last look at
Max Once outside, I gave her a firmly warning "Don't you dare walk away" without even turning to face her "The car is over there" I added in the same way. She followed without protesting, as I heard her dragging her feet behind me. We entered the car and I quickly drove away the moment she closed the door. I didn't even wait to put her seat belt on, I was so angry and tired. I pressed my lips together, to stop myself from cursing all forces of nature, as we enjoyed this awkward silence that could easily kill us both. With a quick look, I saw her looking out the window and having her arms crossed in front of her. Her jeans were slightly ripped on the left side and her sweater was a bit dirty and she had a few scratches on her hand. I slowed down with the gas, as I was calmer, just with the thought she was safe here with me. So many questions filled my angry mind, as we were going through the calm before the storm. "I want a divorce" she breathed and I froze in place. A div
Lena My widened eyes stayed on her for a second, thanking her silently for this selfless act that would shock me until the day I die. I have never experienced such deep connection with my mother until this day. With that stare I felt love, even though we said nothing. I closed the door and pushed myself in the front seat. I put my keys in the ignition and turned to look at her one more time. She was leaning close to the passenger seat window, as she wiped a tear off her eyes and pressed her lips together. "You'll never, ever, see me again," she whimpered. Her voice was focused and she made extra effort to stop her tears like she was making the statement of the century. As lovely as it was, I preferred to cut my arm off, instead of seeing her ever again! I didn't know how to react, she got me fooled too many times. I was just staring at her, battling between run away or give her one last hug. Was she concerned over me or it was just another rouse? "Go back and live your life. I'
Max My eyes laid on Christina’s calm face with great surprise. Firstly, because I thought she left with Karen and secondly, I have never seen her wearing a simple loose athletic outfit that’s not super tight on her. "Why are you here, Chris? And especially now?" "Because your mother called and said there was something wrong with you” “And the first person she thought to call at this hour it was you, smart” I scoffed. “I came here to check on you. You know I care for you, Max" "Why the hell did she call you? You shouldn't have come and you shouldn't care. I'm fine. Just leave" I firmly said, showing her the way out with my hand. "No. I would rather stay here and talk about what's wrong. Where is your... wife?" I snorted. Shit, she was enjoying my pain, wasn't she? Where was Lena, it was an excellent question. I didn't know if I should be worried or angry at her. At least she could leave me a simple note or something, Fuck you, bye. At least! But she didn't leave a note f
Lena I stopped the car in front of this very sketchy bar. It seemed dirty, as every bar in this city that wasn’t downtown. I sighed, as I didn't expect anything better. Vanessa’s boyfriend was waiting for us outside and waved to her the moment we parked. He was tall and seemed very strong despite his weight. He was bald but had a huge beard. His tattoo above his right eye seemed painful and it was like a tiger or something, I couldn't see clearly. Both of his knuckles were fully tattooed and even though I liked tattoos a lot, I didn’t like what I was looking at. He opened the door and sat on the back seat, like we knew each other for years and we were about to have a fun ride. He had a very confident attitude. A heavy smell of marijuana filled my car and I felt like throwing up. I hated the smell, as it reminded my childhood. "Hello, baby" Vanessa greeted him with the greatest joy, like he was the most important thing for her, as he just simply nodded at her with a half-smile
Lena My heart was racing as I quickly put on a pair of tight black jeans and a black thin sweater. I crossed my bag over my shoulder and then stormed out, to find Vanessa, hoping for the best. I couldn't let come closer to Max's parents. I was embarrassed enough already to look them in the eye, after they found out about Oliver, how could I let them meet Vanessa? She would probably ask them for money, so I would let her ask me instead. I would give her all my savings and then she would leave. I hoped. I parked near that coffee shop and walked angrily towards it. My heart was pounding, as I felt anxious, fear and disgust. I would meet the woman who was laughing, while her son was dying. The woman who never help us when we needed her the most and then disappeared like she never had children. I noticed her from afar seating on a table outside the shop. I would recognize her anywhere, despite how many years had passed. It was chilly outside and I was thankful for the sweater I w
Lena Once I reached the final step of the stairs, Max rushed close to me and yelled, not to me but definitely around him "We are leaving, now!", as he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me towards the main entrance door. "What is wrong, son?" Karen raised her voice in concern. She got no answer. He quickly put me in the car, without saying goodbye to anyone and practically drove like crazy through the driveway and out of the house in seconds it seemed. The wheels even spined during his effort. He was very angry, very, very angry, I haven’t ever seen him like this. After five minutes of just driving in silence, I dared asked him "What happened?" "Karen happened!" he raised his voice; he wasn’t yet calm. "What did she do?" I tried to stay calm for the both of us. "She invited her!" He kept the same tone. "Christina?" "Who else, babe?" "Why were you chasing each other?" "What?" he snapped and looked at me for a second and then turn his eyes on the road again. At least h
Max I had this unusual feeling that I couldn’t shake off since morning. We were getting dressed for the party at my parents’ house and I felt nervous, and I couldn’t understand why. I knew that Karen would screw this up in one way or another, the how wasn’t important, so feeling this way made no sense. We dressed up for the occasion, it was a formal event that Karen was in charge. We matched our outfit without planning it, as she wore her nice black knee-high dress and her heels and I wore a black suit, minus the jacket. We arrived at my parents' house at 20:00 and all most of the guests were already there. My Karen quickly welcomed us at the front door, wearing a very expensive blue dress and she had her pearls around her neck. She smiled politely and hugged Lena, as she softly kissed my cheek without the affection, someone would expect. I felt good with that as she just simply smiled at me. Lena might be softer with her, but I still couldn't. "You look so beautiful, dear," m
Lena Paul asked the server to add two more sittings to the table and he politely obliged. He set them up between Paul and Chris. Karla didn’t even greet anyone, as she was sitting on her chair. She kept touching her hair with her long red long nails and looked bored as always. Karen on the other hand, sat softly on her chair and crossed her legs, as she pointed her nose up proudly, like she accomplished something. Even though I didn’t like her change of attitude, she kept herself behaved. I thought she would start a fight or complain about something at least minor, but nope, she was being an angel. She stayed there silently at her seat and listened to the rest of our guest chatting. I was relieved and somehow happy, considering that I wanted her in her son's life, she was his mother. Funny that I was quick to let her off the hook when I couldn’t do the same with my own mother. We kept chatting, laughing, and sharing stories, as it was excepted. "And we were dancing at this c