2.Date

Celia's POV

The clinking sound of plates pierced the silence we've had at the dining table. I peered at the steak on my plate and Shasha's. The quantity has been increasing slowly. She knew that I've stopped eating like a glutton a long time ago. I didn't protest. Doesn't matter. The process of eating, digesting have lost my concerns. 

     She picked a piece of steak with her fork, looked at me before chewing it.  "Mrs. Young thought that we are lovers."

     I choked at her words, " what did you say?"

     "That we are sisters."

     "We are, " I placed my hand on her hand giving it a light squeeze." Sisters."

     "Her grandson is a doctor it seems. He is here for a vacation. Have you seen him, tall with clean shave..?" She asked with a glitter in her eyes. I know what she is up to.

     "I don't know." I said with a shrug.

     "He lives in Boston. Cardiologist. I heard from Mrs.Young that he is planning to move here,…."

     "Save it, Sasha. What do you wanna say?"

     "He asked me if you are free to have dinner with him this weekend."

     That's it. He used Sasha as a conduit instead of asking me directly. I might take a little, very little interest in him if he asked me directly. Now it's gone. I pursed my lips, my hand automatically held the crescent moon locket of my platinum necklace. I moved its hook along the chain. "Sasha, I am not…"

    "Of course, you aren't."

    We ate the rest of the food in silence. After chewing the final piece, she passed me a pissed off look. "Cayden used to say, Celia is so naughty, eats like a pig, laughs like a monster, will never let you sit peacefully. Where's that Celia? It has been three years. I don't see her anywhere near me. Sometimes, I feel like I'm burdening you with such a big responsibility. Your silence makes me feel like, .." She stuttered licking her lips, "like I shouldn't have come at all." 

      Those words just took me back to the day where I sat alone in a dark room. I've been there for three months without a bath, without proper food, without changing my clothes. Sasha entered with a baby in her womb giving my life a ray of light. How could I ever convey it to her? They are never a burden to me. They are my family. If I were that old Celia, I would've yelled at her telling those damn lines that struck my brain soon after she released those words out.

      "You are never a burden. Cayden is my son too. I raised him along with you. I only have you. Stop thinking like that. I am happy, Sasha. " I stressed the word happy. Ain't I? But there's something I want and I don't want. I am still searching.

       "Then why don't you give a chance to yourself? Like normal people?" 

       I agreed. She is right too. So I have a date next week. Fine. I wore a what Sasha says is a cute red-colored lace dress that is a little flowy. I pick a blazer, my handbag. Sasha looked at my reflection and smiled. "That necklace looks odd especially for the boat neck."

      "You know I'm never gonna remove that." 

      "Okay. You are gonna tell me how good you doctors are at bed."

      "I'll."

      Twenty minutes later, I am listening to this very cute and handsome Ralph, Dr.Ralph, telling me about his hospital and theories about bodies and medicine. I sipped my red wine and then played with my locket.

      "That necklace looks odd." He commented and I know, we are not even going anywhere near a bed. Forget about sleeping.

      "I needed to piss." I excused myself and made my way to the washroom.

       I was still trying to remember his name while he planned to become dean along with me to the hospital he is currently working at. Why do I meet men like this, so boring, judgemental, and regular? Not that they are bad, but they are just not someone I could spend time with.

      I wipe my hands with tissue and was about to go out when I heard a thumping sound from the next room followed by a woman screaming and moaning loudly. The thumping sound continued, her voice became louder and after a few minutes, she let out a large cry and started to take deep breathes. I guess, someone fucked her mind out for her to scream like that. After a few seconds when I thought they were gone, I stepped out and the man with a damped shirt, messy hair is washing his hands. He raised his head and looked at me in the mirror and I must say, my heart skipped at that stare. 

      He is the man from the hospital, the man with a gunshot wound. With a wound like that, he had that with a girl like that? Not my business. I washed my hands again when I heard him say, "Nice necklace." 

       I didn't say anything. I was about to leave but he blocked my way. I moved to the right and he did the same to stop and then to left. I sighed, "This is for ladies. Gents washroom is on the other side."

       He chuckled. " I remember where I asked to build the washrooms. "

       It's his restaurant. " You are a builder." I purposely teased. 

       He widened the corner of his lip, "Owner." 

     I tried to walk past him but he blocked my way again. "You are not gonna bed that cute boy, are you?"

     "Why do you care?" 

     He started to close the distance between us. For every step he took forward, I took another backward. This is not me. I won't defend. I'll attack. Before this man, I am not being myself. My back hit the wall and he caged me between. I looked straightly into his eyes not giving any sign of nervousness that he has already produced in my body. He leaned closer and his erection shamelessly pressed into my stomach. Didn't he fucked a girl just two minutes ago? He is still hard. 

     He curled his hand in a fist, his blue veins made an appearance on the rough hand, his knuckles traced the length of my cheek. I flinched at his touch. "You deserve better." He huskily whispered in my ear in a sensual tone. His stubble beard tickled me, since my ear lobes are so sensitive, it passed a sensation in the pit of my stomach. I masked it with pure disgust. That's the normal me. I don't give reactions even when I like something. I pushed him away and he pushed me back to the wall. 

       He gripped my two hands in his one large hand, pressed them against the wall above my head. His other hand raised my dress and slid into my panties. I am surprisingly wet, maybe they call it dripping and usually angry. I screamed and his lips pressed mine to muffle it. He gave my womanhood a very harsh and long squeeze that made my legs jelly and made me want to come right in his hands. But I fought and he left me just after a few seconds. A part of me wants him to do whatever he wants to do with me and the other part stomped on his foot and rushed out of the room.  

     I am a mess. It's just a squeeze and nothing more. Why does it have to impact me like that? How did I even let him do that to me? Generally men won't dare to look me on the eye. I am always reserved and keeps to myself. Oh God! I needed to come, have sex or I'll stay as a mess. The man with whom I came out looked at me worried. " You took so much time. Are you alright?"

     I turned my head to look back and he bends his head to see what I'm looking at. That asshole came out from the same door I came from, he smirked at me while playing with a lighter in his hand.

     Shit! Why did I even look at him? Ralph's eyes are already full of dread. And I just screwed my date.