Haze
I woke up to someone cuddling to my chest.
He peacefully dipped his face on my arms and sleep talking.
And he moves around a lot on the bed, that he even ended up coming to one edge of the bed to my side without waking up.
He is trully an angel. So, cute. I am so grateful, that he is real. I was feeling so.... hopeless.
It had been almost a year since I thought I.... couldn't keep the promise. I lost him once and I am not going to do it again. So this time, I want to go slow, I will protect him. I am not going to make the same mistake.
I am scared. To lose him.
"You little pip-squeak." ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ )
He lied to my face when I met him two years ago on that 21-street.
He hid it from me, but those tears..... were not lies.
I still remember the day he smiled at me. Something sparked which I realised right on that spot.
I hate to do this, but I decided slowly stand upright and move in to freshen for the day. I always go to bed half naked, I felt his soft cheeks rubbing on to my chest and his lips brushing close to my neck. I moved closer towards his face, I caressed him and pecked him on his plump lips.
Mhmm. He let out a soft, low moan, crawled closer.
So, I deepened the kiss, while holding him at his place. He gripped on my forearms, shaking in pleasure. I know it, he was feeling good too. I bit his lower lips to spice it up while licking it, he let out another sexy moans.
Oh, shit. Not good.
I abruptly left his side before do anything bad to him.
Shit. He's still a kid, I mustn't force him... but for how long.. urgh. I let a heavy sigh. And on top of that, he had to.... I must not pry in more.
I will just go in the washroom. With a glance at Leah, I left the bed.
"Mmmm. I need some shaving too."
Leah
Mhmm. I dreamed something so pleasant today. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, looked around half sleepy.
My ears are ringing with a bird chirping, from my phone, sunlights has reflected right into my eyes. The curtains to my right were open. I was still in the mood to sleep. So exhausted! I was struggling to keep my eye lids open.
I think it was my reflex, my legs starting moving on its own hitting my bare foots in the floor and searched for a door that must be here. That's where normally washrooms are.
I opened the door, and got inside, took my brush out and stuck it in my mouth.
I lightly slapped my cheeks.
"I think my cheeks are dead.." I complained about to myself, and grumbled.
My bed head was also a mess.
I turned my face to my left, I think I am hallusinating a person next to me, who is stuck surprised and the towel wrapped below his sexy abs around his torso.
Wow. (っ˘ω˘ς ) Let me feel that.
Hehe~. I sheepishly laughed, his reaction is worth the laugh.
I didn't know I can even see someone whom I don't even know. Strange. Yet he looks familiar.
I again looked back in the mirror to admire my beautiful face. Not bad, I must say, I love my lips the most, but why is it a little swollen?
I touched it, it stings a bit.
My views were getting disrupted by a waving hands.
I slapped the hands off. "What ya doin! I need to look at my face!" I yelled angrily.
"... opps. Sorry." He seemed amused, my imaginary sexy man talked to me..
Forget it, I shoved it back of my mind.
I felt hot in here.
I stripped my shirt off and was almost ready to take my underpants of until I was suddenly pulled into someone's arms my back hitting his hard chest.
"Don't." It said, "are you trying to tempt me to attack you." It whispered seductively irrigated, as I smell the fresh minty soap from the back but when I sluggishly turned my neck, it was gone?
I'm getting freaked out! (O.O)
Yeah, I must be dreaming. Things like this, I can never imagine to be like that. Not after what happened.
I first stared at my hands and then slapped myself, hard.
Oh, right? Where was I?
I can't remember. What was I talking about right now?
I looked in the mirror. And grinned like a Cheshire. Staring for a long time.
Right, I was going to the bath.
In the midde of my shower, I just realised my hands felt it, the slight pain on the back of my hand. The red mark has appeared.
Oh.... no.... I pupil dilated due to sudden realization
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! (⊙ロ⊙) !!
I held my arms around me and hurried out of my bath tub.
"Are you alright!? What happened?" It's him!
So embarrassing! I calmed my inner soul, breathe. Don't be a werido. Act normal.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Relax.
And
*click.
I saw him standing outside the door, he was wearing something causal, some short pants and a plain sky blue shirt with a t shirt from the out. But darn it suits him for his wet form, I mean he must have taken a bath before me. A worried frown appeared.
So cute of him to worry about me. Uh? What did I just say?
I blushed, my covered my whole face behind my hands. Sorryy! I failed!
"I am sorry. Sory sowy soy so s.. s....s..." I bend my back so low so low that when I gazed up my eyes with my back still bend, my eyes felt on his private part!!!!
"Kya!!!!!!!" I fell down my butt, "ouch" I yelped.
"..... he.. ahaha!" Mr. Haze was laughing, at me off course. "Sor- aha!" He couldn't stop smiling so charmingly.
If I was one of the judges, I will give him 1000 out of 10, no. Even it would less for him. it's darn good looking and hot! I think I need another bath.
My eyes is blessed! What the-!! Ok.. I need to stop now.
"Here," he said, "let me lend you a hand."
Too ashamed, I didn't take his hands and walked away into the kitchen.
"I- I will cook so-something fo-or you. So," I stuttered, "c-come when you are ready."
I can not wait to hear his reply and rushed out.
The utensils were well maintained, the high tech fridge was confusing. I thought it was just a small stored from the outside, but when I opened it, there were two storing in one opening.
I took some veg out and the rice from the side.
Today, I felt the need to eat fried rice. I kept it simple, a bit of an oil not too much or too less, then peas, carrots, broccoli that I had already washed and cut into pieces and then the salt, I am a fan of red spices, so I put the peppers. So done.
"I hope brother is doing well without my cooking," I thought, since he would whine and throw tantrum if he doesn't get my cooking.
Mean while at home.
"Wa!!! I already miss my baby bro!!! He must be missing his dear dear brother a lot!" Luca was crying for his bro.
Sara returned late night, but got up to have something to eat. She didn't know Leah was leaving yesterday. If she had known, she would have not consented to this decision.
Today was sunday, even for the maid, mom and dad were away for the private business trip of their own, or vacation to which island it may be.
"Your cooking sucks!" Luca complained.
"I am not sorry, lazy bastard," she retorted, "at least I'm making you something aren't I? Who the f is kind enough to cook you something when it already 10 to 12 mean?!"
"....." he couldn't counter back since it was true.
"Now shut your mouth up! I'm hungry."
He whispered the complain, "you have a bad attitude, I miss Leah! My sweetheart!"
"I said SHUT UP!!!" Sara banged his back with her elbow like a wwe wrestler.
"Wa! Argh!" Murder case needs to be filled.
He now cried inside, "how are you, Leah! My sweet Leah! My tender Leah! Oh yeah! I hope Haze cleared the misunderstanding about us! I called him just this morning telling everything that happened."
I shivered, I think I heard someone's voice.
"Did something happen?" Mr. Haze asked, again worried. Is it his job to worry too much?
We were in the middle of feasting on our food. He even complement me. So happy! This is my first time getting a complement other than my own family, since I didn't cook for anyone else besides them.
"Nothing, I thought I heard something. Must have been a wind." I said, but I had lot in my mind.
Our pass days were mostly spent talking random conversations.
"How do you like the place?"
"I think, it is too exaggerated for a child?" I awkwardly said, "and why is it that it includes the court to drink?" The locked room that was opened right now had the whiskey and drinks which I hate.
"I come to drink here, sometimes when overworking compells me to," Haze slowly closed the door as he saw that I was getting uncomfortable with the alcohol in my sight.
"Oh I guess brother wouldn't mind it. He too drinks sometimes."
Both of them drinks, maybe they met when they were out drinking. I heard alcohol works the devil's lucky charm.
I must let Mr. Haze know all about Luca before he may regret this decision. There were lots of cases that led to divorce and i wouldn't want brother to be on the same boat as the others. Spare him this trouble.
"So, my brother is a funny guy. You don't know this but he needs to let out his steam once in a while."
"....ok?" Haze wasn't fazed to know about my brother. I must make him see my brother as a worthy partner!
"He is also kind and weird, but a good kind of werid! He will not cheat let alone check out others!" I explained with the best of my ability, but it was only complicating my situation.
"Is it so?" He wasn't giving much focus, "what about you?"
"Me?" I repeated after him, oh he must want to know about his future family members and as the youngest child, I will have to give my all.
"I swear on me never would I think about it either." I reassured since he looks like a man coming from a promising family and that I wouldn't want to tarnish his name and fame.
"That's good to hear," he said impressed with my answer. This is going on a right track! Yes! Brother, you owe me one! I mentally transmitted a message to my brother.
"Achoo!" Luca sneezed, "why do I feel like someone is talkin about me?"
"Right insulting you," Sara snorted flipping throw her magazine.
I told everything detail about how my brother was, his bad habit of whining when I am gone, his good sides of how caring he gets with the one he loves, indirectly indicating Haze that he need not worry about not having emotional connection between them and that brother will make everyone special.
He listened to me nag but he showed no interest except for when I talked about myself. He's strange.
"So," I let my voice out, "why did you agree to the marriage?"
He raised his one brow a bit as if he realised something.
"That's not what you think."
"So, you don't like this marriage?" I was sadden, it would have been my brother's special day! I can't let it happen!
"Uh. Don't be sad. I mean.. I.. you misunderstood." He said, being careful with the words. It seems he is.... somewhat too cautious about not wanting to reveal a big secret.
Eh?? "What did I misunderstand?" Confused. So this was a lie?
"...I aren't marrying your brother. I already have someone." Does he have an affair?! Or lover before my brother?! Or even worse?! He is... no! I can't think so lowly!
I was shocked! "So? Who is that 'person'? Are they so special to you?" I wanted to investigate into the matter in hand, I know how that feels. Or I thought I did until this moment.
"So much. That person's irresistibly cute if you were to ask me," he looked at me so affectionately, so lovingly and.... protective... even my inner self was tingling.
Oi oi. (￣.￣;)
Why is he looking at me like that? I think my mind is crept out.
"So... who is that person. Oh right! My sister! I can't say it's the best choice but-"
"She's not the one."
"Then who is it?" Please don't say me not me I am not me.
Don't prove me right. I bet someone is playing a prank on me! My palm became sweaty, then I further leaned away from him.
He stood from his sit, gradually walked to me while I looked up at him and he took my hands.
No! No! N-! "You." He stated.
"Fuck no!" I slapped my mouth with my hands.
"..." when he said nothing... atmosphere became awkward! Brother Luca! Help! Your fiancé- I think that's a wrong word to say now that I know the truth.
Now everything was so clear! Why he was looking at me. That apologetic and genuine words, those caring stares, and-- that dream?
"Tell me one thing?" I paused reluctent, clenching my fist trying my best not to think back and gained a little courage, "did... did you.... ki. Kiss me this morning?" What am I asking?! B-uut then, I need to comfirm it.
"....Yes." I'm doomed.
"I- I-" I couldn't speak nor think straight.
He traced his fingers to my forearms but I slapped it away falling back out of my sit hitting the wall with my back.
"Stay away!" He is the same! Same as those creeps! It was already difficult for me to trust anyone, and now here he is lying to me.
"I just couldn't control.. myse-" It was too late before he realized he said something he shouldn't have said. My phobia, an irrational obssessive fear triggered.
Taylor sowed a fear inside of me. It grows. But I haven't told anyone about my trauma. Not even my brother. A slight reminder would trigger that suppressed memories, those nightmares become realistic enough to mistaken it to be considered as real.
He stepped towering towards my place. I... I had Taylor's blood on my hand.. it was all red...
I guess he noticed the change, "not again..... listen Leah.. calm down. It's not what you think. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done that without your permission." He reasoned, but it was not working. It's useless.
But I moved further away from him. He wants to sleep with me?! I want to throw up, my stomach churned and twisting.
I clenched my chest with my hands made into a fist.
"Stay away!" I wailed and whimpered, this is reminding me of that night!
Alone, gagged, beaten lying on the dirt, capped skin, bruised and starving for days, sore throat as I called out for help.
Those disgusting vile pedophiles tried to force themeselves.
That lustful eyes.... I remember them. Vividly. But.. I ran.. away. I escaped after I uninterntionally hits his groin and made a run.. but that nightmare hunts me.
It's all his fault!
I sobbed, shaking vigorously afraid.
I don't want to think about this kind of matters! My heart... it hurts.
My vision blurred. I was a mess.
My eyes! It hurts! My eyes becomes sensitive to the lights when I cry or experience this.
This only worsen the pain, the lights were bright. And my hands were numbed thinking about that night!
I couldn't say anything. Help. I panicked.
To my surprise, Haze understood my unspoken words and covered my face under his jacket, held in his chest.
"Is it better? It doesn't really hurt now, does it?" He cooed gently, completely opposite of what happened to me.
Taylor clawed my face in and made my cry blood, but Haze? He stopped my tears from flowing anymore.
My sob became hiccups, my consciousness was drifting apart inch by inch.
He patted my back, took me in his lap and gently spoke, "I'm sorry I made you cry. I thought I was careful, I'm really....."
I lost it, as I fainted right after he said something so confusing.
It's alright to cry. No one will judge you.
I heard it... but who was it???