“This is the lamest time to drool smallass!” I blink continuously in surprise. Holy Jesus! … I can’t believe I imagined kissing him. Emilia what has gotten over you!. Today’s Sunday!. You just got back from mass. I look down at the first aid kit and picked up the scissors I had dropped during my stupid imagination. I really can’t believe I imagined that. I cleaned his wound, my hand shaky, the stupid imagination still lingering in my mind. I cleaned my mouth with the back of my hand. Never!… I can never imagine him doing that…. irritating stuff yuck!. How can someone enjoy exchanging saliva. I hastily cleaned the wound and wrapped a clean bandage around his abs. I stood up and returned the first aid kit back to its place and discarded the used cotton balls. I walked into the bathroom and washed my hand. I want to get that feeling while I imagined him kissing me off my mind. it would never happen Emilia!. I washed my mouth and dabbed it with a towel. I returned back to the room and he was gone. Not even a decent thanks. Could he be more arrogant!. I huff in anger. I wasted my caring self for nothing!
I closed my door and turned in the lock. I quickly pull off my clothes and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and let the cold water splash down my body. i raise my face up so the water splash directly on my face. I brush back my sticky blonde hair. I took a sponge and scented soap and wash my body gently. I pause and stare at the mirror. His smirking face smiled back at me from the door. I gasp and turn to the door. No one. What!…. am I imaging things now!. I close the bathroom door and returned under the shower as I rinsed off the foam.
What is really wrong now!. Why am I imagining unholy stuffs!. Good God forgive thy child!. I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my slim self. I turned sideway in front of the mirror and stared at my backside. It was a bit small though. Not so skinny and not so big either. unlike Sandy, who’s got a large ass and Becky a bit bigger than mine. I had a tiny waist too, and small slender hips. I huff. Why am I doing this anyways. I never do so. And I don’t care how I look…. Jesus loves me that way!. Annoyed for no reason I walked out of my bathroom and dressed up in a baggy pants and top. I tied my hair into piggy tails and sat on my bed. Its late in the afternoon. I took my Bible from the beside table. its never leaves there unless I go for mass…. its always close to my reach. I pick my eyeglasses I had dropped on the bedside table before I took my bath. I wiped the lens with a napkin and put them on. I placed a pillow on my laps. I opened the Bible and began to study. I do this every Sunday. I find time no matter my busy schedule to read. Sandy and becky knows better than to interrupt my reading. There would be here in an hour, enough time for me to study. I flipped through the pages and settled on the revelation book. There was a knock at the door. I frown and look up towards the door. Not again!. I waited for a moment to hear him knock again. I sigh in relief when he didn’t knock and returned my gaze back to the Bible. I read a few lines on chapter one.
“What you should fuckin know is that I don’t knock twice!” I look up quickly to see him poking his head into my room. Oh Jesus!. How…. how did he open it?. It was with a bolt!.
“How did you get in!” I asked stupefied.
“Not your godamn business small ass… do you even fuckin realise I’m hungry?” I close my book and placed it back on the table, already pissed.
“So what should I do Mister… you just ate a full plate of pasta!” He scoffs and run his fingers through his hair.
“And what’s wrong if I ask for more?” I roll my eyes and folded my arms. Annoyed for the interruption.
“You aren’t oliver twist Mister!” he stares at me with a small mocking smile.
“You’ve made me Oliver twist small ass…. with your rabbit food you feed me…. airhead!” I gawped in surprise. He just called me an airhead.
“Then why are you asking me for food…. when its rabbit food!?” I stare angrily at him, my lips twitching in anger. He lean against the window frame.
“Mind you I don’t fuckin eat them cos I want to….. just to appreciate your godamn sour meals…. I hope you don’t taste sour down there too!” Down where?. well I don’t wanna know, all his words are bad.
“I told you no swearing in my….”
“….. cut the crap little miss Mary. I choose what to say. Don’t try to make a fuss tight hole!” I feel my cheeks redden in anger. I clench my teeth. He’s trying to get on my nerves, on a Sunday!. No….. it ain’t gonna walk. I’m gonna ask sandy what tight hole means. He’s got so much curse words in his head. And I don’t!!.. I wish I knew some!… and he called me Mary!
“Cat got your tongue?” I release my fisted palm and took deep slow breaths… calm down Emilia.. okay i will…. let him just leave!.
“I hate interruptions on a Sunday afternoon…. Mr criminal!” He arch his brows.
“Any godamn reason why?” I just told him not to swear!. I picked up the Bible and held it in front of me.
“Cos….. I read my Bible!” Okay now…. I was reading my Bible happily and then he came to spoil it with his bad words. why today!. He threw back his head and cackled mockingly. I stare around my room and my self. what’s making him laugh?! He stopped laughing and returns his gaze to the Bible.
“So I should starve cos you wanna read an old book huh?” I press the Bible to my chest and make the sign of the cross.
“For the love of God…. respect the holy book!” I gasp out in surprise. He scoffs and sit on the only single chair in the room.
” Then drop that and go prepare something fuckin edible for me!” He grabbed a magazine and stared at it strangely. He threw it back on my study table and picked up another one. He cursed as he opened the first page…. Its a church magazine… containing pictures and scriptures. Why would he reject it. He spares me a glance at my standing posture. I chew my lower lip and roll my eyes.
“You’ve got ten minutes…. or I’d break this freaking plaque within seconds.” I widen my eyes as he held a plaque in between his fingers. I dropped the Bible back on the bedside table and fist my palms
“Drop that criminal!” I snarl in anger. He scoffed and raised a finger off it so it was dangling loosely. Its a glass like and one more finger off it it would come crashing into pieces. That was my prize while I was in high school as the most brilliant student.
“One more protest and I raise another finger…. fuckin dare me!” He tells me with a mischievous smile on his lips. I just have to swallow my pride!.
“Three…. two one and….”
“Fine!” I yell rather too loud and he paused and stare at me grinning widely. So annoying. I stomp my way out of the room as I hear him chuckle.
I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge. I’d just make chicken broth and toast bread. I feel so angry. How could he interrupt my Bible study routine!. I hate him!. He’s a bad guy!. a bad criminal! I prepared the meal grumpily and halfheartedly. I was done much faster than normal and served some into a plate and carried it into the living room. I set it down on the table and went into my room. He was still sitting there… but was going through my phone.
“What are you doing with that!” I tried snatching it from his hand but he was quite faster, he held it away from my reach.
“Hey…. don’t get all feisty small ass” He winked as he returned his gaze to my phone
“Who’s Nick baby?” My cheeks heat up again. could my Sunday get any worse!
“That ain’t your issue…. Mister” He chuckles.
“Who is Dylan?, John, Damian?….. you’ve got a lot of fuck buddies … mind if i join the queue huh?” I close my eyes briefly and suck in my breath.
“There’s gonna be plenty of time for me to feel you down there okay… I’d just go have my meal” He tossed the phone in the bed and ambled out of the room arrogantly. How I wish I could kick his jaw! or pluck out his eyes. But no!, he’s always got the sharp tongue and so many curse words. I angrily plonked on the bed and grabbed my phone. I set an unlock pattern immediately.
There was a knock on the door. I sigh. Its sandy and Becky. I padded out of my room to the living room. The couch was pushed away revealing the trapdoor. Definitely he’s in there. I walked to the door and opened it. they breezed in chattering non stop.
“Hey girlfriend!” Sandy greeted cheerfully.
“sup sweetie….” Becky grin and they sit on the couch. I sit opposite them.
“You don’t look so good.. are you okay?” sandy asks. I huff
“I’d never be fine…. with that bad criminal in there” I jibed and folded my arms in anger.
They chuckle.
“Its just so frustrating!…. He’s always acting like he owns this place… could you believe he went out last night and returned with a bullet wound. I treated him but didn’t even get a decent thanks. Next he insults me like I’m a kid!. Ate twice in this noon, and now he’s in there doing God knows what!” I blurted out in anger.
Sandy places a hand over her mouth to muffle her laugh as Becky places a pillow over her face. Oh good God!….. could they ever be serious for once. I grabbed a small cushion and threw it at them.
“What was so funny about that guys!” I grunt in exasperation. They took it off their face and grinned.
“Couldn’t ever believe that mother Theresa would be troubled by a guy” They burst into bouts of laughter. Good God!.
“And did you just say he came home with a bullet wound fuck me!… he acts like a badass guy!.” I nod my head. Yeah I think i like that word. suits him well. He’s… a bad ass guy.
“Okay Emmy….. how about I go talk to him?” Becky stands up and wink.
“Please do so becky am so tired of his annoying attitude!”. Becky grins and squat on the floor. she open the trapdoor and walked down the stairs. I stand up and walk to the kitchen. Sandy laughs and trail behind me. I drank a cup of water to calm my nerves before leaning against the counter.
“How’s Harry coping?” i ask sandy sighs and dish out a plate of chicken broth and took two slice breads from the fridge.
“Other than a constant pain in between his legs…. he’s cool” She took a spoon and began to eat. I remember I’ve got some questions to ask.
“sandy.. what does it mean when someone says “I hope you don’t taste sour down there?” She widen her eyes at me.
“Holy fuck!” I glare at her with a look that says *I told you no swearing in my house*.
“Okay sorry about that…. He told you that?” she asks in surprise. I roll my eyes.
“Not only that, he also says I’m acting like a sixteen year old who hasn’t yet had her cherry eaten…. and says I’ve got fuck buddies!” Sandy chokes on her food and coughs. I hastily hand her a cup of water which she drank. Was it so bad to make her choke?.
“Jesus!…. that was so damn hilarious!!” she says in between her laugh. I huff.
“Okay emmy…. you know what… Becky needs to hear this….!” she drawled and resume laughing. okay now that’s enough I would find out on my own…
“Could Becky talk him out of staying here?” I sit on the counter as sandy stops laughing. She shrugs and continued eating. I hear distant laughter coming from Becky. I felt a pang of jealousy. He’s never made me laugh!.
“I hope she’s doing so…. cos the Becky I know would probably be drooling over him right now” She gave a dramatic eye roll and went back to chewing. I chew my lips in anger. I hear her laughter again…. only that this one was a little bit exciting. I glanced at sandy and she too was listening with her cheeks bulging with chicken. There was another quick laugh. But it conveyed the message. Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking
“Holy fuckin shit!…. don’t freaking tell me their making out!” Sandy mutters and drop her spoon. I could feel my heart thudding dangerously against my ribcage again.
“Holy Jesus!” I mutter lowly.