Love untold

by Debbie Forester

  Bella was lying in bed, the girls went to kiss him goodnight.

  'I go to bed' said the Patrick. After arranging the garden was lying and had even gone down to dinner. Patrick left her quiet and out girls, allowing appease their anger and yes, anger was appeased, she mused, but not disappointment. There was no point upset with him, he must be calm, the storm had passed, but the experience left him an annoying unpleasantness.

  Rato went after Patrick and lay down beside her settling behind her and holding her by the waist, she buried her face in her hair; He began to speak softly.

  Bella are the most important for me, I need you so much. You are my light, you are my guide, you are the end of the road. He felt Bella shudder into tears. Do not cry, my love, you know it's true, we love.

  He began to caress her gently, turned and kissed the lips. I knew that this time, he had to conquer what he wanted with patience and tenderness. He tasted her tears until her eyes with little kisses, he stroked the contours of his ears, and down to his neck, was unfastening the buttons of her shirt to fondle her breasts, she put her lips on her nipples, caressing them as he felt light his passion, ran from head to toe, recognizing it as his own. They joined their bodies with passion, with love. A while later, they lay sated one another's arms. Bella knew it would take some time to recover what they believed consolidated and knew that Patrick knew. He would give him time to get over it, provided they do not stay away emotionally.

  Bella, do you remember the day we met?

  -How forget, you came like a whirlwind, invited me to dance and since then we have not separated Bella smiled at the memory.

  Exactly, we never have separated, you are the love of my life and always will be, no one can tear on your side, we will always be together.

  'In life many things can happen, you should not make such statements.

  -How to things? Patrick asked.

  'I can fall in love with each other or I another.

  -Never! he said, standing over her and watching her so feral. In forty years, I love every wrinkle on your face -dulcificó the gaze, and every gray hair of your hair and I feel honored to have had you in my life, I will thank you for giving me the best daughters, our dawns, by our battles, for forgiving me my mistakes He stroked her cheeks. I just wanted to make you happy, I know I have many faults, but I love you as you love anyone else.

  Bella smiled through her tears.

  -I know.

  chapter XX

  Lori sat on the bed at the sound that made Mike to enter the room. Apart from changing the picture, she and the girls had rearranged some furniture. He looked at the digital clock on the bedside table, marked the four o'clock.

  What the hell does this furniture here? He bellowed.

  Lori got up, lit the lamp from the bedside table and approached him.

  'It's nothing, is that the girls and I made some changes.

  Mike pushed her away with his hand. I had never seen Mike as well, even at night years ago. Rumpled and decomposed gesture.

  Mike, I'm sorry, Lucas told me ...

  He grabbed it to take to bed, he was released again.

  Let me go, damn, I have not asked you to help me.

  -Mike ...

  He looked at the wall and saw the changes in the room and a huge rage filled him.

  'The fact that you're fucking with you, not give you any right to make changes in my home, here you are a guest, nothing else He looked furious. I do not need any of this, how dare you?

  Lori and Mike knew paled, despite the nebula that saturated alcohol, he should not have said that. It was the kind of hostile behavior that always resorted to prevent cross their defenses. Old habits.

  Lori her reaction caught her off guard, but recovered quickly and apologized for his intrusion. Mike sat on a chair.

  I'm sorry about Althea.

  By naming the young, Mike got up again.

  -Nobody cares.

  Do not say that Lori replied and approached him again.

  'Do I need, you can take your suitcases and go away. I'll call Charlie to pick you up.

  No I'll leave you in this state, I want to help, please.

  It hurt in the soul's suffering Mike, endorsed his pain. So this was love, wanting to avoid suffering to the loved one. Although he wanted to slap him at that time for his behavior, his soul cried in sorrow for what happened.

  -Why do not you sleep? I'll help you take your clothes off.

  I do not want to undress, you do not know what I want. Who are you? You're just the woman I'm fucking me, just that. Do you want to fuck me? Is that? So you want to take off my clothes He gave a laugh. They all want the same, all are equal.

  I know it's not you talking. It is the alcohol you've consumed. Let me help you.

  Mike's gaze was hard.

  'Do I have a fucking sign that says save me?

  Lori wanted to answer that yes, it was bright and neon, but did not want more trouble.

  Mike continued:

  They say there that the drunks always speak the truth. I tell you: you are nothing, mean nothing and you want away from here.

  Lori understood that something serious had happened and he was getting even with her, but neither was why put up with their patanerías. He left the room and went downstairs, sat on the counter and cried like a child. Mike's question danced in his mind and not away: Do I have a fucking sign that says save me? That question had shot the alarms, but not about him but about herself. I did not want to think about it. Would have plenty of time to dissect their relationship with Mike in the days to come.

  He spent the next hour sitting in one of the chairs around the pool. He had climbed and while Mike slept soundly, or a cannon would wake him, put on a pair of jeans, a thick sweater and pulled his luggage. He took a walk on the beach trying to collect his thoughts, love, anger and disappointment roamed his mind and his heart. It was a recent but intense relationship, I lived those weeks had marked his soul and skin, should forget the sensations, that want to hug him and kiss him as soon as he saw and what made her feel in bed, just a few hours earlier had made love in a sublime way, fuck Mike would call for him it was fucking. Now, a feeling of emptiness around her, it was normal to feel that way after what happened, but more than the empty, why did he feel like he wanted to die? Mike was a man so complicated that it could not provide what did not and she could not complain, had taken as much as he could get. I could not forget the time when he lowered his defenses, those simple moments he had remained at his side. I would have helped overcome his addiction again, but had no right, were nothing, he had made that clear.

  The sun was shy on the horizon, it was cold. The rays were laid very quickly and started dancing on the waves and all glittered. Unless his heart that would not be reached by light and insisted on hiding in the room of pain. The beach began to fill with people coming out to exercise. The cult of the body so valued in that city. He returned to the house, he calls a taxi as soon as you leave of Consuelo. He recalled the meeting with the boys in the youth center. I could not leave them planted. suitcase would take, fulfill his commitment and return to San Francisco late in the afternoon.

  Consuelo, Lori was surprised when told that Mike had gotten drunk. He rubbed his hands on his apron in nervous gesture.

  Poor Mike has suffered so much.

  When the taxi arrived, Consuelo a tearful goodbye to Lori, she sensed that something had happened between them very serious.

  Mike woke up mid-morning, sat on the bed and head ached as if someone was hammering on it and incidentally had fun with the action, was pressed puree made sure his brain. After so many years of abstinence, the stomach was not used and consumed liquor had dropped like a stone. As vomited, guilt, anger and disappointment were present. He was a fool and had always been. I was mortified and embarrassed as ever for what happened with Lori. He slept a little longer, did not want to get out of bed. When he opened his eyes again, he stood still and brooded, who had returned to his old ways. The desire to drink aga
in was there stronger than ever. He had two ways, liquor could cram their fill and hopefully jump out the window or slash his wrists as her mother and Althea or could take a shower and start over.

  Got up.

  He made a call.

  When he opened the door to Lucas had already showered, had changed but had been unable to eat anything, his face showed the ravages of the night before. It did not go unnoticed that Consuelo had not spoken to him. Just she told him that Lori was out with his suitcase early. The stone in the stomach increased to listen.

  Brother Lucas greeted with a hug.

  I've been drinking again he said as soon as he closed the door of the study. I arrived here in a dreadful drunkenness, at least I remember what happened, today I vomited up the intestines.

  He invited Lucas to sit in a chair, he sat down in front of him.

  I understand why you drank, what happened to Althea turned on the light bulb in something that has not passed. Lucas bent his elbows on his knees in a calm, friendly, away from all critically expression. This was what I said when I advised you had to overcome the past. You're a warrior brother, but that willpower will last a while, before the outbreak of another crisis that will sink into alcoholism again.

  Mike smiled annoying, rubbed his face and hair between fingers mesó for several seconds.

  'I took four years sober.

  It's an achievement you, but how much have you now?

  No rushing throw my work four years, Lucas.

  He got angry and walked through the studio, as he told Luke everything that happened in the night, until the discussion with Lori.

  Why at this point in your life, you blame your mother's suicide? You were a kid, my God. Someone had to take care of and be responsible for you. Your mother was a sick woman.

  -¡No Fought for us! It left us!

  Because he was ill, was depressed, it did not work well the brain. You can not blame her. Hold on to good memories of it. I'm sure you have it. What you do not forgive is not that she has been killed. Mike opened his eyes espantado-. Do not forgive life you've been you, who found her when there was nothing to do. Let it go brother, there is no other solution or in a year or two there will be another crisis that will ruin everything.

  -As if it were that easy.

  -this Circumstance came into your life at the right time, is terrible death of that young, but you finally lets you close a wound. As for Lori, you owe a tremendous apology.

  'As you go to San Francisco ...

  Lori is at the center today would begin the mural. I received a couple of hours ago, I was knackered yet received the boys with a huge smile. Your wife is special.

  'It's not my wife.

  Lucas opened his eyes and shook his head from side to side.

  You're blind, you bastard.

  Mike dodged the look and ignored the comment.

  We'll start all over again. At the next meeting I will give the new currency and before I forget, how to overcome the past also goes for the non-relationship you have with your father. He will not care when you were a child Do you do it with a little yours?

  No, as you think, in the hypothetical case of having a child, that's for sure would not be so bastard.

  Well, I'm glad to hear it, now the roles, soon your father changed his years will be that child. What are you going to leave?

  Mike made arrangements for the funeral and burial of Althea, with Lucas visited the social worker. Mike curiosity caused him that she lived in the same house where Althea visiting his children, he knew because he had been there once.

  -And children? She asked him. I thought is was the foster care of children.

  Nerve and guiltily, woman told them that the children lived in the house of Morgan, a young couple who wanted to adopt them.

  She never had a chance right? I understand He ran his tongue over his lips and gave a chasquido-. That couple and you disgusting vulture, the amedrantaron.

  It was an addict, sooner or later it would have happened.

  That, you do not know.

  I know the cloth, Mr. Donelly.

  The woman's voice was sharp, looked haughty.

  Mike expression equated to the woman and bitter sneer on his lips replied:

  No known shit. I demand to see the children.

  You're not family.

  Mike gave a humorless laugh, then frowned, the words were out of his chest with rage.

  No provoke me or I'll put a scandal and a lawsuit for influence peddling and will be out on the street in a trice, I have many friends judges and lawyers, we will gladly help me. I was his best man in Alcoholics Anonymous and Mr. here this was your therapist.

  The woman, nervous, seeing that was not before a couple of people who could evade or intimidate, given the data of marriage, which they defend, he thought, for that were lawyers.

  -To What Lori hours will be at the center? Mike asked as soon mounted in the car of Lucas.

  -The Take the airport at five.

  Mike noted the time on his watch: 0:15, would have time to make a visit to the lawyers and then go talk to her. I was embarrassed or was a coward, he was afraid of confrontation. He was not afraid of anything, but to see her back to her, yes. Lori could send the devil and accept the punishment as penance, because he deserved it. Today observing the collage had given her knew she loved him, no person, for more professional than it might have been captured those such intimate moments between him and his family if there was a deep feeling involved. However, Mike had nothing to offer, scenes like the night before she even remotely deserved. He berated their behavior. Lucas was right, while not fix their rolls was not healthy for anyone.

  Althea children were beautiful and the truth, I had nothing to reproach the couple, amid a climate somewhat uncomfortable, received them. They were affected by the death of Althea and roughly the woman explained what happened the previous evening and although indignation pervading mouthfuls, I could not blame them; the children were healthy and happy, they would be well, he was not the one to lead them out of an environment to which they were already accustomed, affection and part looked. Would close that chapter and continue fixing what you had to repair.

  He reached the center almost two, he had not even had lunch, had drunk water in quantity, the discomfort of the night had waned somewhat. He saw the youth group, the work was very good. The chosen figures were not liked by Mike, he thought it truculent, but Lori insisted that the choice of young people had been unanimous. Lucas had told him that the boys had taken photos of a blog that featured several photographs of people before consuming suffering and deterioration over time. He could be one of those people, because alcohol addiction, it added very easily other drugs. Lucas asked to be no famous. Although most were dead, I did not want legal problems with the issue of property rights. Then, the boys investigated in a computer program, took several anonymous faces and underwent a process of deterioration.

  "Caray with young people today have the world at his feet," he thought. He felt old and outdated.

  The atmosphere was camaraderie, radio reggaeton topic was heard, could not identify the song, only he talked about sex, drugs and money. The new philosophy, smiled ironically. Lori despite the efforts of one of the guys to make her smile, was would be. At that moment he shaded the face of a young girl no more than eighteen, who seemed thirty Why had not picked a flower garden, rainbow and children running? I did not understand. On one side were rollers, brushes, rags and brushes and spray paint and quantity of gallons of paints of all colors.

  He approached them.

  -Hello…

  He took Lori waist and felt her tense. When he turned towards him he was a blustery gleam in his blue eyes and ached be causing the pain that she went through.

  -I need to talk with you.

  I'm busy again answered his.

  Lori, please.

  I'm not going to interrupt my work now will have to wait said while giving a brushstroke to the contour of a lip.

  The guys who
were around, casting curious glances at Mike. One of them with a mocking smile, took her thumbs down. Mike turned his back and began to work with the team of workers.

  Lori did not want to capture the anger he felt in the drawing figures. I did not want to lose the work, had begun work with projection and the team was very talented. He forced himself to calm down and go with paint and truth that had served him. He had come to place discarded penalty, the boys tried by all means to cheer.

  He had entered this relationship with eyes open, did not know when it was that he got out of hand, he had perceived changes that had made him hope. That fool was an adventure has ninety-nine percent to finish what it is, an adventure, not the great love story, did not want to fall into self-pity, if Mike did not want her in his life, it would facilitate him things. As he finished work, he was satisfied with the result, washed up hands, gave them some final instructions to the boys and said goodbye to them, confident that the project ended without returning. It would be uncomfortable. He had seen glancing blow that Mike had helped the workers then had not seen.

  He entered the office and found him settled behind the desk.

  Do you know where Lucas?

  Mike got up and closed the door.

  She left, an emergency.

  Lori hide his irritation, hair was arranged in a nervous gesture and tried to ignore the heart beat, he took the suitcase and started to leave.

  I'll take you to the airport.

  The outrage emanated from her and caught.

  -It is not necessary.

  -It is. I owe you an apology. I should not talk that way.

  No-what you should have looked pained.

  I'm not used to this closeness, intimacy.

  -I noticed. He was a man unable to commit to a woman. It has been a fabulous time, Mike, but I can not go on.

  The tone of firm and dry Lori, made Mike raised his eyebrows.

  -What do you mean? There she is, should breathe easy, unconvinced Mike said.

  Lori broke eye contact and a few steps away.

  'I can not keep hiding, lying to Peter and seeing your family looks at me as your last distraction, Mike'm more than that, at least for myself.