Chapter: "The Electricity Of Your Eyes"
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I toss and turn, I can't get to sleep. It's late, it's dawn in a few hours it will be dawn and if I can't find a way to sleep I'll look like a zombie in the morning. I tilt my head, Aleksander sleeps like a baby. It is not fair that he rests so placidly with so many crimes and demons in him, but I who am a victim have become hostage to nightmares and torments.
"Luna, what are you doing?" He questions with a voice hoarser than usual.
-I can not sleep. Knowing that the day after tomorrow I will be in front of my father and not knowing how everything will turn out makes me nervous, "she explained, trembling.
"Come here." She pulls me up to let my head rest on his muscular chest, puts an arm over me, and one of his warm palms rests on my bare waist. Better?
The truth is that I feel comforting in his arms. I nod slowly.
-Thanks.
"Go to sleep," she asks dryly, but it is enough to allow me to be that way with him, to know that his gesture retains the tenderness.
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I wake up with the empty space next to me, used to it I sit on the bed yawning a couple of times. It is Saturday, a weekend that arrives giving notice of our departure.
I am lazy to get out of the huge bed, but I must face reality, I will also go shopping with Aleksander, I fear that if I decline now, he will not give me another opportunity to accompany him later.
I take a short, warm shower, I won't risk catching a cold.
When I go back to the room I find clothes on the bed. Like a specter it has come and gone without my noticing.
The dreaded winter is characterized by very low temperatures and prolonged snow falls, much more in New York City, so dressing appropriately is essential to maintain health and carry out the routines of daily life. So I put on the long-sleeved wool top and long pants so my skin stays dry and warm. Another thing that is very important is to protect your head against cold, wind and humidity. Aleksander has brought me a hat or ("wolly hat") the scarf and some gloves for my hands. Women's shoes, which usually take the form of understated and sophisticated boots, extend to the ankle.
An essential piece is missing: the raincoat.
I take one look at myself and leave our room. On my way downstairs, there is movement in the elegant kitchen. I stop short when I see my "husband" move something in a frying pan. Can you cook? That really is a novelty.
"Good morning, Luna," he says without looking at me. Does he have eyes in his back? My entry has been stealthy.
"Aleksander, good morning," I return without moving from my place.
"Why don't you sit down and wait for breakfast to be served?" He — he asks, turning around and looking at me imperiously. Enough to bring me down. He takes a seat.
I seat awkwardly.
"I didn't know what you cook."
"Why should you know?" I never mentioned it to you, "he attacks, rolling his eyes without his noticing. Moron.
"Does Dad know about our false relationship?" I ask with a dose of nerves in the pit of my stomach.
"We haven't met in person." We talked via Skype, phone calls, I only told him that we were dating, that you were afraid that he would not approve of our relationship, so you decided to disappear to be with me.
He is so liar, so evil, so shameless. It makes me want to slap that fallacious one, but it is just that fallacy that my life hangs on by thread. Instead of making the anger that eats inside me visible, I calm down.
-What did he say?
"I couldn't believe it, he even thought I was teasing him, but then he concluded that he wasn't kidding." He looks at me deeply. He does not understand why you moved away from his side in this way, in the end he burst into tears knowing that you are alive and safe. And yes, he already knows that you are my wife and that you want your life back. You are very sorry for having done things that way, now you yearn for his forgiveness.
I'm not the villain in the story, but I look like that because of him. I never wanted my father to worry about me, for him to go through anguish because he knew I was lost and dead. Everything is the work of that man in front of me, without a doubt his cynicism has no limits.
On the other hand, he is a hero in his eyes, I can imagine the scene, Dad will shake his hand and then he will hug him.
"What does ma ... Elena say?" Surely dad told him about you, he will know that it is you, his son.
"That doesn't matter to me, I'm sure that woman never commented toGregg about me, so I don't think that when she found out that I was going to be part of the company, she would say anything to him.
This is so weird, he and I are kind of like stepbrothers. At least I don't share his blood, it couldn't be more wicked than something like that.
"Luna, look at me," he demands, I do. Within the estimated time you are tied to me, so you must do what I ask, whatever I want. Before them we are a happy married couple, out of the spotlight I am the wolf, who keeps you under his power and I will not tolerate you confusing the role if it is not necessary to interpret it.
-I know.
-You know? Because sometimes I notice you in a way that makes me believe you're in love with me, "he dares to say.
My eyes hold the liquid, with the blurred vision the truths are revealed.
"What makes you think I like you?" I face him, nor am I sure of my words, this is not the time to stumble. I will never admit it.
—Your gestures do not lie, now for example you are blushing and I can guess that your heart is racing, that your pulse is racing and you are trying to hide it, but I am a witness to it, Luna.
"I'm not in love with you, I'm not insane," I say again firmly.
"It's what you say, little liar," she assures with narrow eyes. I am not responsible if you end up with a broken heart
"Don't worry," I look at him seriously. I am not as deluded or stupid as you think, I would have to be blind to fall in love with a man like you.
He smiles maliciously.
"They say that love is blind," he continues mockingly.
I'm not saying anything else, you will always have an answer for everything. I end up going to the dining room table, I take off my gloves and hang my coat on the chair, I await his arrival.
When he returns he leaves a variety of food on the table. Toast, bacon, scrambled eggs, he also makes a second trip to the kitchen to bring orange juice and coffee. My appetite is low, yet I still struggle to eat a small portion. He accompanies me to breakfast.
Every so often I feel its power that attacks.
I need a switch to divert the electrical current that its grayish greens dedicate to me.
I sigh deeply.
The only thing that manages to interrupt his excessive attention on me is his cell phone ringing. He decides to attend there, without moving a single inch from me.
"Sir, Miller, it's nice to hear you again."
My heart stops, it's a turbo engine pumping hard, I swallow hard and gape at him.
A single warning glance is enough not to utter a word.
-Father? -whisper.
"Do you want to speak to Luna?"
"Yes, I want to talk to him," I ask in a whisper.
"Okay, see you tomorrow."
He has hung up.
"Why haven't you let me talk to him?"
"He didn't want to, he wants to see you in person, it's his decision." He only called to confirm that he is coming to dinner with us tomorrow, with his beloved daughter and his beloved son-in-law. "He smiles falsely.