Tommy wakes up from the first rays of the sun falling into the bedroom through a large, wall-to-wall window. The feeling of absolute happiness, returning with consciousness, is replaced by quiet horror when the palm does not grope next to Keith. Cool sheets, then my brother's skinny side. One rib. Louis is fast asleep. Unruly hair twisted into curls overnight. Plump lips parted. If it weren’t for the stubble, I would easily have passed for a girl ...Boo-boo-boom - the heart breaks in a panic.Tom jumps out of bed, pulls on his jeans. He doesn't have a hoodie. So she did. This thought makes me feel warmer. She's in the house... where should she be? In the kitchen. Drinking tea. Maybe talking to mom. She is all right. But torn nerves demand to immediately find it and verify this visually. Better yet, feel it.On the way, Tom looks into the bathroom - empty. She is not in the living room, and in the kitchen too. The parents seem to be still asleep. Starting to freak out again, he goes o
"Baby, don't you like it?" It's not tasty? Cook something else? Louis couldn't resist. Too unusual was the sight of Kitsune, indifferently picking with a fork in a plate.- No, what are you, everything is wonderful! she assured him, making no attempt, however, to move the breakfast from her plate to her mouth.Lou was awakened by her screams. In the hour that she and Tom were sleeping after the pool, she had a nightmare.- Maybe some tea? Do you want cupcake? Tom asked sympathetically.Kit turned pale, swallowed, and quickly shook her head."Damn it... I'm going to throw up if I see another one."“As you say,” Tommy answered hurriedly and looked at his brother in bewilderment. She did not say what she had dreamed, but the nightmare swept away all the peace that, as it seemed to him, had appeared in her after their tenderness.- Kitten, talk to me ... to us. Do not be silent. Please,” Lu asked, covering her monotonously moving fork hand with his long fingers. She looked away, shrugging
- You're not going anywhere! Lou's voice rose almost to a scream.- Don't yell at her! Tom snapped back.- Yes, uh-huh? Kitsune raised an eyebrow in surprise. “And how are you, I wonder, bothering me?” Are you chained to the bed?Dangerous metal rang in the girl's voice. Louis knew that he could either harden (and then he would definitely not be healthy), or crumble into mercury balls of tears. Now the second happens to her much more often ... Of course, he will not shackle her ... but the idea to ask Inspector Donovan to ban her from leaving the country for the entire duration of the investigation, I confess, came to mind ...“I’m sorry… Just don’t cry, please… Kitty, I just want to be with you.” As always. Nothing has changed. I can't let you go, don't you understand?! And Tom can't." Louis glared at his brother, demanding immediate support. "It's not right to live like this... especially after everything that's happened." I'll just die, because I'll worry every second if you leave
Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.One such gift for Lou was the transition from a monogamous relationship with Kitty to a love triangle with his own brother. The unquenchable love for the green-eyed infection made me come to terms with the new realities. Then Kit suddenly disappeared, leaving the club for five minutes to get some fresh air. It turned into a two-week nightmare for all three. In general, gradually Louis somehow fell out of love with everything unexpected and sudden.Is it any wonder that when he heard in the phone: “Go on Skype, please, honey, I have a surprise,” Lou tensed a little. She and Tom let her go home not to surprise surprises in general, but to collec
Louis hissed and sucked in air through clenched teeth, one of her hands slid down his stomach, into the waistband of his jeans, the fingers of the other into the rings of hair at the back of his neck, throwing his head back. The bells on his wrist chimed. Lips pressed against her neck in a rough kiss. Then he felt the sting - the sensations teetered on the edge of pleasure and pain. But she stopped in time, not letting the pain kill the excitement vibrating in every cell, and Lou groaned.For half an evening they played a funny game - they diligently pretended to be unfamiliar. Lou stared enthusiastically at the stage, Kitty didn't seem to notice him. Their maneuvers with glances, with wordless dances around each other inevitably led them to some kind of dark corner behind the stage, fenced off by boxes from the passage. All together: the darkness, the game, the scent of her perfume, the gentle pressure of her fingers made Louis shiver. How he liked her so ... similar, finally, to her
The kid did not think to cry. He looked earnestly at Tom, kicked his tiny feet in booties, and smiled toothlessly."Kitty, look, he's smiling at me!" - the guy admired, carefully lifting the child above the crib. - Hello, man! Did you recognize me?! I brought you gifts. And your adorable mom too.The heart beat faster. Of course, Tom had already seen him in real life since a month ago. But since then the boy has grown up a lot and even seems to be glad to see him! Beloved smiled back. There was an intense pride in the cat's eyes.When will it be given to us? I didn't think it was all that difficult.“I didn’t think it myself,” Kitsune sighed. - Probably, he will go to school before I collect all the certificates ... Well, at least they were allowed to pick him up for the weekend. Will you feed yourself?- Yeah, come on. Just show me how,” Tom readily agreed.“Nothing complicated,” she replied, putting the bottle to her cheek and making sure that the mixture was not hot. - Take it like
“Fuck-I-I… Fucking bee!” Tom hissed through his teeth. Kit pulled the sting out, but the poison had long since gotten under her skin. It was hot, like someone put out a cigarette on the body.“Fucking Olga Eduardovna…” Kit put forward a counterversion, blowing on the bite and applying a cold wet towel to it. - Brought her ... Does it hurt a lot, honey? - and gently kissed her side by side a couple of times.“I wish I had another tattoo.”“But… mmm… no rheumatism. Bee venom is medicine. You will be the most flexible grandfather in your old age. And it will stand ... wow! A chuckle was already breaking through the sympathy. Tom glanced over his shoulder. Kit's eyes shone, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing.- Laugh already ... what is there, - the guy allowed graciously. What else is left if a bee nipped your ass? Kit laughed.Don't tell Lou! He will pin me down.Having fun with all her heart, she wiped her tears and hugged Tom, who was lying on his stomach, by the shoulders. She
The airport. A soulless metallic voice monotonously announcing flights. Louis stands leaning against the cool barrier. Reflections of people float in the huge stained-glass windows, as thin as ghosts. The guy has headphones in his ears, the new Architects album is in his headphones, so he can’t hear the dispatcher. This is superfluous, he already knows when her plane arrives.The closer this time is, the more restless he becomes - he fumbles with the wiring, winding it around a long tattooed finger, steps with one sneaker on the toe of another, bites his lip. It would have been possible to arrive later, but he could no longer sit at home. So he is closer to her, at least a few miles.He knows when she will appear in the stream of other passengers. He feels it with some special feeling, the very one with which he began to feel her immediately, as he fell in love. It was it that kept him from believing the worst in those days when the maniac held her captive.Here ... now ... now ... th
Kitty. The tip of the tongue pushes into the incisors twice, giving birth to the rhythm of her name. Like one of her bells jingling.Kitty. A drop of Metaxa on the lips. Two steps up the stairs to heaven.Ki-i-itti... It's like you're beckoning a wayward cat. Will he give a stroke or scratch his hands?Kitty. A syllable for each of her men. Two steps up the stairs to hell.Whale. One. The only one.Hank is drunk. Not too much, only to a pleasant dizziness, when the fingertips and the skin on the cheekbones become slightly numb, and the surrounding sounds become muffled. Yes, he drinks alone, so what? It cannot be called loneliness. She is here, with him, inside him, like the strongest alcohol, only this hop will not disappear with the dawn.Hank pushes the empty glass away with two fingers and reaches for the phone again. He doesn't let go of it anyway. The glass smells of roses. It smells of their first night, in which there was no one but the two of them, an empty park and a huge st
Her breathing and heartbeat stopped twice. Once while waiting for the ambulance. The second is on the way to St. Thomas Hospital. For the first time, Inspector Donovan had led her indefatigable, incomprehensible, bottomless heart. The second is a defibrillator.Of course she called him. Of course, she didn't wait...because she couldn't. They took Maniac. Miracle or divine providence, but with one blow of her almost toy knife she managed to blind him. Blind, he didn't get far. The kid the psycho used as bait wasn't physically hurt. Released from the ropes, he, sobbing like a child, pushed the policemen aside and held her head in his lap until the ambulance arrived.At the hospital, she underwent emergency surgery and received half a bucket of blood. The doctor said that the condition is stable, but life in general is not in danger.Tom flew along the night track at such a speed that he lost control and flew over the fence. The car is trash. He escaped with a broken ankle. The case was
The new taxi driver did not remain silent, but asked again - is the miss sure that she needs to go there? Kit irritatedly repeated that she was sure, and promised double the payment if they got there as quickly as possible. The Indian, swarthy as milk chocolate, beamed and said that the Fast and the Furious would seem like turtle races to her - with such speed he would drive Miss to her destination. Kit didn't listen to him. Her heart clenched in pain and horror. Harry got her... Even from prison, from solitary confinement, he could reach out to hurt her.Tapi… the baby's face came into view. He smiled and held out his plump hands to her. What will happen to him if she dies? Volume? Louis? What will happen to them all?But does she have a choice? She can't, she has no right to risk Hank's life... Because of her, only her fault, he got into trouble... She won't forgive herself if the Imitator kills this pure, innocent boy just starting to live. She can't live with it.“Here, miss. Ever
Kit tapped the end of the phone on the table, opened the case, closed it. She sighed. Strong coffee was cold in a tiny cup. She finished it in one gulp and beckoned the waiter to order more. Hank, who asked for a date, was running late. It didn't look like him. She agreed, reluctantly… After his antics with graffiti, the situation at home was like a minefield. Both pout. Both pretend not to pout. Both of them demonstrate in every possible way what magnificent husbands and even more magnificent fathers they are, in order to let her fully experience in this contrast what a cruel, heartless and immoral pig she is. Both secretly rummage through her phone, tablet and laptop. Both lay out in bed so that sometimes she crawls into the bathroom on wobbly legs - for five minutes to freshen up, and locks herself there for an hour to rest. She already hurts to sit.They did not hear any other answer to their question that evening. Lou grunted, "Do what you want with whom you want, but not in our
Tapi, say - Raivo. Well, repeat the same - Paradise, - Keith persuades his son.— Ay-oh! - the redhead chirps cheerfully and again tries to grab the smoky bobtailed ball on plump paws. And he is trying to grab a human cub, diligently opening his small, but already quite toothy mouth. The son laughs. The puppy growls, thinly, funny. Both are equally funny, clumsy. Louis watches this with a smile. She and Tom did not dare, but some damn mysterious HD did not hesitate, took and gave her a puppy. And she seems to be quite happy. Fuck! To the question - what kind of HD, allowing herself such almost intimate gestures, she waved it off - but, there is only one fan. Rrr. It seems that to feel with this woman something one thing, positive, for example: happiness, peace, peace, is absolutely unrealistic. There will definitely be a dark side, a fly in the ointment, a worm of doubt, a soul-rending minor note in a seemingly major melody.“There’s some moron under our windows drawing a heart on the
“The bullet is the last solid argument in our argument with you, in our argument with you, in our argument with you,” Keith repeated the chorus line and listened as the melody reached its highest point, to the climax, and then stopped. Phew... She's squeezed like a lemon. Exhausted and happy. She smiled and thanked the audience. I caught a plush animal thrown by someone on the stage. I put on my shoes. James was already waiting for her like a bayonet, escorted her to the dressing room and froze outside like a rock. The guys quietly hated him, unfairly believing that he was reporting to the Sparks about Kit's every move. Only with Lekha did he develop a warm, almost friendly relationship. Equally large, massive, they looked at this world and one small woman from one point of view accessible to them.Kit armed herself with a cotton pad and makeup remover. Let the boys hang out if they want, but she is tired like a dog. Erase this mask from your face and go to the hotel, bye.“Miss Keith
Hank took a deep breath. Turned over to the side. On the stomach. Again on the side. Opened, it seemed that it was too hot. The clock at the head of the room lit up part of the room with a ghostly light, showing 2:13 am on the clock face. There was no sleep at all. Pulling the pillow from under his head, he pressed it to his stomach, wrapping it around his knees. At least some illusion of a red-haired witch is nearby ... He had never fallen in love so quickly and painfully.Once he got on the Internet, he surfed for hours on end, looking at her photos, listening to her music, and reading articles, interviews, and gossip of all kinds. In the photo, she often appeared with one of her boyfriends, or even with both at once ... Jealousy was driven into her heart like a painful nail at the sight of their happy faces and remained there, burning. The brothers adored her, and it was impossible to hide it - the camera does not know how to lie. At one time they did not advertise their relationsh
Hank woke up completely numb. The water was chilly before dawn. The sky was already brightening in the east. Only his stomach and chest were warm, against which the Kitsune curled up under his windbreaker was pressed. Didn't dream. She and all this wonderful night he did not dream.Smiling, he pulled his numb hand out from under his red head as carefully as possible, gently stroked her hair, and got up to stretch his body, stiff from an uncomfortable overnight stay. We slept for three or four hours, probably ... I want to drink to death. Kitty sighed, curled up tighter like a cat, but didn't wake up. It's probably freezing... I wonder what time it is? His phone died at night. When will the damn gates open? A couple of cups of strong hot tea and a good English breakfast are a must for them. It is necessary to wake her up ... I wonder what awaits him after waking up? Will she smile? Get up and walk away with a stone face? It's kinda scary...Squatting down in front of her face, he strok
“Turn away,” she demands sharply, and Hank obediently turns away while she dresses. You could just watch ... and not only ... and suddenly - how you cut it off. Lowering his head, he picks up his clothes scattered on the grass and makes an attempt to pull his tight jeans over his wet body. It turns out badly ... His hands tremble, his knees give way. And not at all because spring in London is not Thailand for you. Oh, what was it? And now what? What's next?Once dressed, Hank turns around, unsure where to look. In the eyes? Perhaps best in the eyes. In the bottomless, with predatory sparks ... almost inhuman. They just had something like that ... and now? A cloud that has run into the moon hides Kitsune's face in a dense shadow, not allowing him to make out his expression. Blood rushes to his cheeks and a new wave of shivers wash over Hank from head to toe. He lowers his gaze, staring at her bare feet.“You are so beautiful…” he says softly, unable to think of anything better. - I…“S