“Hurry up boy and stop playing.” He chuckled and in one single movement lift me up. A bit too fast, I screamed a little and made a grab for whatever there was to hold on to him.
“Don’t worry. I have you.” Mint with something else, like pine or some other type of tree. Yes, I sniffed him.
I sighed and let out a nervous laugh. He was too much.
Lacey followed behind us, trying to mimic god knows what while he walked slowly down the stairs. His steps never faltered, nor he stopped. He really didn’t look like the strong type, not like Jimmy’s wide shoulders or Mckinnon’s, well Mckinnon was something that I just couldn’t quite get. He wasn’t as handsome as Eduardo but he was, he was just Mackinnon.
“This is our stop, my lady.” He lowered me slowly and even placed my feet on the stool under the
I felt how he tensed up and even stopped moving. I don’t see why, I mean, weren’t they raised like brothers? What’s up with the hostility coming out of McKinnon’s mouth? “Brother.” “Eddy.” I look up to see Eduardo’s face. Is full of confusion and the questioning look he gives me needs an answer. Apparently, he does not know either why the sudden hostility or since no words have come out of my mouth, he surrenders me. A new set of hands make a grab for me and I go willingly is not like I have a choice. I know I cannot fight it, or him. The ring in my finger says it. Keeps reminding me ‘who I belong to’. “Are you ok?” The question sound sincere so I nod. “You want to go outside?” “I was just taking her to her room,” Eduardo says behind us,
“What does it feel like?” Lacey screams from the other side of the changing room. “I don’t know.” I can’t help but grimace at the reflection in the mirror. “Well, do you like it?” “Is white, Lacey. That’s the only requirement.” I’m huffing, working hard to not fall. “Yes, but how does it look?” Her insistence is starting to annoy me. “I can’t stand up straight.” There’s so much you can do with the crutches but standing up straight with is just one thing. The sales lady is helping me with the dresses but still a bit uncomfortable. This is the only one so far and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Yes, is white and is also long. I need it to be long, so it can cover my messed-up leg. There’s no need to show my scar. “I’m coming in.” She barges in and halts as soon as she spo
Driving is one of the things I'm never doing, I can't help but to think about it as I watch Andreas move the driving stick, push the clutch and then accelerate. Is some complicated business. I don't think that even having a good leg I would be suited for driving. Or maybe I could learn with automatic. I don't know where we are going all he told me was to wear something pretty. After the store incident he's been extra protective and now I am once again secluded to all activities outside the ranch. Or outside my own bedroom. The sky is turning orange and purple, which means we have only a few minutes of daylight left. I can see the sun in the horizon, and the town in the rearview mirror. I'm not trying to guess anymore, not when we are miles away from the restaurants and any other place I know that I assumed he would be taking me. Hell, I'm wearing a damn dress, Is white with soft peach flowers, long sleeves. Is comfortable to wear, hides my boot and my scars. He said
The clock on my bedside table says it was almost 3 in the morning. I couldn’t believe that last night had been real. The drive back had been totally different, we actually conversed and even stayed in the car after we had arrived. He wasn’t teasing or trying to make me feel uncomfortable in any way. It felt like a real date. I mean, it was a date and all I kept thinking was “So that’s what a date was.” In other circumstances, maybe in another life, I would have already gone to several of them. Maybe not quite as much but at least one or two; movie and a diner or perhaps a party where the alcohol was bought my someone’s older brother and the pretty girls from the school were dressing in skinny jeans and tight shirts. That’s how usually goes in movies, but not to me. He must be sleeping by now while I twist and turn overthinking or going over every little detail, I swear I’m trying to fall asleep but the cranks i
“Here, let me help.” Strong hands tilted my face up, directly towards the warm water. There was no way to mistake his voice. Andreas had stepped into the bathroom and now watched me struggle naked. “Shhh, relax.” I held onto the strong arms whimpering, coughing because someone in my struggle I had swallowed a bit of soapy water and now felt like I was drowning. “Open your eyes. That’s it, there. You’re okay. See?” The burning soon disappeared as he brushed my face lightly. “Carla.” I whimpered. “She’s held up downstairs. I heard your screams and came rushing in. And thank god I did, you were about to break your neck.” I knew it was not intentional, but also this was anything but right. “Close your eyes, I have to get rid of the soap on your hair.” He waited until I closed my eyes. The water ran once again down my face. A stone statue, that’s what I had become. Here I was, sitting naked in a plastic chair and nowhere to go or nothing else to do but to sit there and wish for the eart
There's something is comforting about solitude. In the darkness, the absence of color makes it seem like everything around me is the same. The light coming into my bedroom is not enough but with time my eyes adjust. Noises coming from outside, there’s some type of activity going on. Music and loud voices, probably there’s some alcohol going around, and food. Some sort of celebration I wasn’t invited to but from the loud barking laughs most attendees are men. There had been a time when I could dance, not very fast but my leg sometimes was able to support my weight for a few seconds without bothering me too much. Back at the family farm, we had nights similar to these, my brother, when on a good mood, would tell me some of it; men drinking, their women would come with homemade dishes wearing brand new dresses and rouge on their lips. It wasn’t a celebration but more like something to lift their spirits. If it weren’t for the wheelchair, I wouldn’t even be able to move towards
The cold night breeze, the crisp air, and the stars were all the things I loved the most about living so far from everyone else. “Birthday cake.” “I pegged you for a chocolate kind of girl.” He said before stepping away from my opened window. “Even rocky road.” The town was alive tonight, the main street decorated with tinkle lights and people going about with happy grins on their faces. Why couldn’t I be normal like them? Walking was something people gave for granted, I mean it's not like I couldn’t do it, at least for now I can’t. I have to get better soon, I can’t continue being so reckless and it had nothing to with making him mad, I only tried to get myself in and out of the shower on my own. I wanted to do things without having to wait for people to be available for me to do a tiny thing like getting up to brush my teeth. “Rebecca?” “Oh sorry.” There it was my two scoops of Birthday cake. “Thank you.” For someone else this, escaping to get some i
The way back seemed longer. For a moment I thought we were lost but in the distance then I saw the house behind the trees and my stomach muscles started to churn up, I was tense from head to toe. We didn’t make it all the way to the house, I didn’t need the car lights to see him, walking in our direction. Eduardo was smart enough to stop, he knew him too well. I had no other choice but to sit there and wait, I even removed my own seat belt as he opened my door. With just the moonlight was hard to see his face, but saying he was angry would be a close guess. Without saying a word, he pulled me out of the vehicle and held me close to his body. He barely gave Eduard any acknowledgment before shutting the door a little bit too hard. When had him arrived? How had he known we were coming from the back road? Should I say even something? Would it change anything? Better not, things might get worse for Edward. Me, I was trapped in this whole deal with