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19. Don't you get it?
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Paint me a heart 20. Gypsy girl
Climbing down the stairs was my mother, my new teacher, the person who was responsible for half of the bitterness in my character. The woman who felt comfortable leaving her two-years-old baby girl and traveling the world.The same one who was standing before me now, when I no longer had the need for her hugs and kisses when I fell and hit my knees, or her advice when my body changed into the shape of a young woman. Her job to do my hair in the morning and pick my clothes for school was now in Tina’s hands. I had Linda to share and comfort me in hard moments, like this one. I had my art to express myself. I was now able to take care of myself.I didn’t need her anymore. Right?“Can you two leave us alone, please?” Annabeth asked Thomas and my best friend, and I glued Linda’s hand to mine.Thomas just stared at our new teacher and then at me, also not leaving. Good boy.“They are not leaving us alone, mostly because there is no us.” I said through my teeth. “We are leaving!”I got up
Last Updated : 2020-09-02Paint me a heart 21. With no energy left
“Did I forget my homework or something?” I said sarcastically to no one in particular, while leaning against the door, not wanting to go any closer to my new teacher.“Alice, I need to talk to you. I kno-” Annabeth started, but I raised my hand to cut her off.“Sorry, school hours are over,” I said, pretending that I was leaving.I knew if my father was involved in her being inside our house, I wasn’t going to be left alone until she said what she wanted. I just had to show them how uninterested I was in this whole ‘mommy is back’ thing.I didn’t hate her, or at least I did not hate her until she showed up like this at my class today. Many times I imagined how she would return and show up at our doorstep. We would talk on the porch, and she would tell me some giant reason why she was not able to visit me sooner. Other times, we would be walking on the beach next to our house, and she would tell me how she missed me and everything reminded her of me. I even thought she could tell me she
Last Updated : 2020-09-03Paint me a heart 22. Walk on the beach
“Thomas?” I half-whispered, half-yelled in disbelief.Watching me as I came out of the front door and stepped on the porch, he moved away from the shadows under the tree and his eyes inspected me from head to toe.“You are not wearing any shoes. Is that normal for you when you are at home?” he asked instead of a greeting.“What? No, I just… today… Never mind. What are you doing here?” I stuttered, but then went straight to the point.We were talking in a low voice, slowly approaching each other until we met in the middle of the lawn. Cold, salty, fall breeze was playing with my hair and a few blonde strands on his forehead, reminding me of the ocean nearby. A chill ran through my body and I wrapped my arms around me. Some leaves were rolling on the always perfectly-cut green grass, touching the skin on my feet while passing me by.“I thought you might need someone to talk to about this shit today.” He said truthfully.“You came to my place at this hour because you thought I needed som
Last Updated : 2020-09-04Paint me a heart 23. Father said so!
He leaned over me, his left hand still on my right cheek, keeping my hair from coming onto my face. He licked his lips before asking his question, and my attention shifted from his penetrating eyes to his tempting mouth.“How come you don’t know how amazing, breathtaking and irresistible you look when you close your eyes like that?” he breathed out, leaving me at a loss of words. “You seem at peace with yourself and a barely visible smile dances on your lips.”“Is that how I look?” I asked, amazed by his observation skills. “I guess no one ever told me.”“No one told you how attractive you are?” He furrowed his eyebrows, ending his spell over me.I gently placed my palms on his chest to move him and pushed myself up to sit.“Yeah, no one ever said such things to me.” I said, playing with my zipper, offended by his question when I really had to consider, he said those words to me.“You never had a boyfriend before?” He asked, his mouth open in disbelief.This was humiliating. What if I
Last Updated : 2020-09-06Paint me a heart 24. Trust me
It was two PM on Saturday, the party day. Linda had hired people to take care of the decorations, and was doing most stuff that needed only a mobile. She was confirming orders, sending invitations, and pointing her fingers to her ‘slaves’ to make sure things would be according to her taste, which was strange because the theme of the party wasn’t her specialty at all.Steven decided we should have a themed party Group game. We had no other choice, but to eventually agree, because he did not say ‘yes’ to any of our ideas. I laughed a few times while seeing Tina and Steven arguing on things like, “what games will there be?”, “or should we dress up as game characters?”. This wasn’t my step-sister’s scene at all, and Steven had no idea how to organize a party.Luckily, I had only one task--to take care of the food. Part of me was wondering if they thought they couldn’t trust me with anything, or if they had decided preparation of food and drinks were enough to take my whole time. Whatever i
Last Updated : 2020-09-08Paint me a heart 25. Don't look so scared
When I got inside, I instantly knew he had a reason to bring me here. The heavenly smell of baked goods filled my nostrils. My eyes started wandering behind the glass, where on shelves were mouthwatering party snacks. There were muffins with perfect small copies of actors and kid’s favorite characters. Colorful biscuits in the forms of dolls, fairies, weapons, creatures, flowers, castles, and everything you could think of picked my brain, while I was guessing from where I knew them.At least ten cakes with different themes were stealing my attention from the other side of the bakery. Some didn’t look like a cake at all, taking the form of a wild lake, a person’s face, a fortress, a flower, and one was like a real man and woman, twisting their naked bodies in a passionate embrace.As heat creeped up on my cheeks, I reverted my eyes to Thomas, only to catch him staring at me with amusement, so I turned my gaze to my feet instead. This place was amazing, and I admired the creator of all t
Last Updated : 2020-09-09Paint me a heart 26. She should join us
Thomas came to stand next to me, and I instantly felt better.“She has her taste, you have yours. Did she break your player because she preferred other songs? No! Those brainless fucks did it!” my defender challenged.I swallowed, glancing from Thomas to Steven, wondering if another fight was going to take place here. A fight over my choice of music? Again? A situation resembling the gas station problem.“Anyway, we are not listening to this. Do you have a better idea?” My step-brother asked, annoyed, coming closer to Thomas with a macho walk.“I do! Let’s give everybody a choice to play their favorite song… by themselves. Let’s do karaoke, guys!” The famous boy yelled, cheers and whistles following. “I have all we need in my car.”“Karaoke?! This is not okay with our game theme.” Steven argued.“It’s a great idea!” Tina finally got involved. “Plus, we don’t have other options and our guests seem to love this.”“Do as you wish! This party was a bad idea from the start,” the boy-twin
Last Updated : 2020-09-11Paint me a heart 27. Ready, set… please don't go
I slammed the door shut behind me. He sat on the corner of my bed, looking around and then at me, while I was walking back and forth. My mind was racing, I could barely find words to tell him what had happened with the card game. I transferred some of my anger to him while speaking, but he was holding it together for me, only cursing under his breath while I was explaining it all.Thomas tapped the place next to him for me to sit, and I stared at him. I was feeling better, but sitting felt unnatural to me right now. I wanted to break something or run outside. Maybe the cool water of the ocean could calm me.“Come on,” he invited me next to him again. “Let me help, okay?”I let out an exasperated breath, but went to sit where he wanted. Surprisingly, his arm snaked around my back, pulling me towards him for a hug. I felt a fountain of emotions was boiling inside me, and something in me broke. I leaned in his embrace, swallowing back some tears before they could show my weakness.We sat
Last Updated : 2020-09-11
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Paint me a heart 73. Pressure is lifting
I couldn’t help but gawk at her.What did I do to deserve that? This was our first time talking, after all.“I am not going to listen to your mean threats any longer. You better move away from my car and me.” I furrowed my brows at the demon in front of me and reached for my keys.“Stop right there, Alice! This should be enough. Do not unlock or enter the car!” Thomas ordered me, hastily approaching us with a worried expression.I took a step away from my Honda and smiled at him.Yeah, we had enough!“Hi there, stalker.” He said to the surprised girl, gazing at his features like he was her God.
Paint me a heart 72. Shape in the sand
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Paint me a heart 71. Evidence
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Paint me a heart 70. The winner
The place was decorated like a frozen forest, welcoming the season outside. Leafless trees were spread around us with crystallized branches. Snowflakes were hanging from the ceiling on invisible strings, some of them almost reaching our heads. Fake snow just hung at our feet, lifting a bit from the air when we walked near it. Dim blue and white lights were making me feel like I was really outside in the forest at night, but despite the cold decorations, I was warm and could enjoy my stay without my nose turning red. Tina and her people had made an amazing snow night dance atmosphere. She knew it and was proudly standing on one of the silver tables near the entrance. Linda looked stunning, laughing and proudly holding my step-sister’s hand. I complimented them on their look-alike dresses, and for the next twenty minutes, we just chilled while watching
Paint me a heart 69. The bomb
“Get away from me, you bitches!” Jane yelled, as we pinned her like a butterfly, holding her hands up to her head before she could respond to Barbie's slap. “Do you think you can offend my sister in front of me and get away with it?” Tina growled, and I blinked at her, almost losing my rage from surprise. “Who do you think you are? You might be rich and pretty, but I don’t give a damn.” Jane spit, her eyes narrowed from hatred. “She is the most popular girl at the school where you are about to play tomorrow night. If I was you, I would think twice before messing with her. She is the frickin’ queen.” I hissed at her. “What queen, let go of me!” She struggled in a futile try to free herself. “What is going on here? Should
Paint me a heart 68. Something important
Afraid of the answer, I still asked Linda what had made her incapable of talking. “It’s amazing, Al. I have a girlfriend. Can you believe it?!” She yelled in my ear. I sighed in relief, allowing the air to enter my lungs again. “Lin, you almost gave me a heart attack,” I scolded her. “I thought the mental jealous fan of Thomas had done something again.” “Didn’t you hear what I just said? Um, and yeah! My girlfriend said your shoebox became very popular today--receiving messages every few hours.” Linda announced, clouding my mind. “Messages? Your girlfriend?” I gaped at her, adjusting a family portrait on the wall in front of me, but the answers came at the same time I figured them out. “Tina!” Linda and I said in unison.
Paint me a heart 67. Heartwarming
The night was warm…even hot. Thomas’s skin was like the werewolf’s in the movies - like a cozy fire. When we went to sleep, there was some addictive tension between us. As we laid on our backs, I wondered if I should make a slight move to touch his hand or maybe trace his cheekbone with my fingers. He seemed to be deep in thought, too, seeming careful to not touch me without an invitation. It was a long naive game we played until he finally gave in to his desires and leaned over me to kiss me. We were making out for half an hour and I swear my lips felt swollen before I closed my eyes, giving in to the exhaustion of the day, resting my head on Thomas’s shoulder. I loved it when it was just the two of us. I was getting too attached to this boy, who now seemed to have become a lot more than some crush. I was deeply falling for him and no stalker or other force
Paint me a heart 66. Some time to chill
“I believe you,” I said truthfully, and something lifted from my chest like I needed to say this for years. “I guess the signs were always there, but I just ignored them…refused to pay attention to them. It was easier this way. Father is a force that a kid could not go against.”By the way Annabeth looked at me, I could see the relief and joy my words created. She leaned forward from her place on the sofa and kneeled in front of me to hug me, squeezing tight, incapable of showing her deep emotions in any other way. I responded by snuggling in with her and trying not to become a crybaby.“Oh, Alice! My sweet girl…you have grown so wise. Of course, you could not fight Robert--even I couldn’t back then.” She cried again in the hair behind my shoulder.“Did h
Paint me a heart 65. Long-hidden secret
The village was small and lush streets led us to the center; the shops from Annabeth’s photo present. The sun painted the buildings in yellow-orange, and even if it wasn’t hiding behind the clouds, it was pretty cold outside. Thomas and I got out of the car and walked a few meters to reach the main street. The pressure was eating me from the inside until my eyes landed on the shop line from the photo. “Yes!” I jumped on my place, glad I had found the right village. “Now let’s go and ask someone about her.” Impatiently, I started walking towards the local grocery store in front of us. When I didn’t hear Thomas’s steps following behind me, I turned to stare at him with confusion all over my face. “Why do you think they would know about her?” he scratched his head, look
