You After Hell

by Manuela Ricci

  "I'll take you away from me ... I know, she is always so. He has always done so, "he repeats those words all the time, as if I feel the need to understand them without objection. The hug and she clings to my hips, legs cingendomi alive.

  The port to the annexe, I want to reassure her but at the same time I need to understand what really happened between her and Medyson.

  I open the door and I see candles scattered everywhere, I let it slide along the body. Noto a bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket with ice disbanded, the cushions are scattered on the ground.

  "I wanted it to be everything perfect ..." she whispers with just a whisper, I feel an idiot and guilty because maybe I would have never had to go to that party, Ian would manage perfectly well by myself.

  "I'm sorry, I did not," Courtney takes my face and rising on tiptoe towards me kisses me. I feel the flavor that mixes with mine. His hands intertwined in his hair that just pulls. The shoot more towards me, and the head appears the image of another hug. The kiss with the transportation, my tongue seeks it in a desperate, I'll take her up and lead you to the bed.

  The I lie down under me, I pull me right away the shirt and I do the same. I'm not talking, I'm not asking for anything. I have to banish those thoughts, those blue eyes, that voice has to come out from the head. Everything was fine between me and Courtney and will again be still so.

  After a series of wet kisses that I let down his body the extension panties. The twist in its most intimate part, arches his back right away as if she were inviting to go and I let my fingers play with his lips starting to throb at every slight pressure.

  "Zac ... take me ..." gasps, begging me, I do not know if it's a virgin or not. But something stops me from thinking rationally and anger and disappointment against something you do not know and I decided not to hear.

  I take a condom from his wallet, his eyes watching me carefully as I do to roll down my erection. The spread his legs with the help of my. He closes his eyes and I can feel almost tremble. Yes, I'm doing the right thing. She wants me and I ... yes ... I want it. I want her. I repeat, and shortly after slow moving her body wraps mine.

  "Plan ..." Pants, with every thrust she is increasingly remote, I will continue to think no more, I do not remember his eyes half closed under the touch of my hand.

  I lose myself, I have to do it now. His hands caressing her back, her legs cling to the sides, his mouth tasted my shoulders.

  I feel his muscles tense under my thrusts the chase until you hear the moan satisfied with his pleasure that is dispersed into the room. I stop and lie down beside him.

  "You ... you're not ..." the firm, placing a kiss on his lips still swollen and I lie down on my chest.

  "Do not worry, it was amazing ... I'm just tired," I assure her and I want to reassure myself as well. I feel the phone vibrate from inside the pocket of jeans thrown to the ground.

  I move and I take it, on the display I see a number I do not know, it is not saved in the address book.

  "Ready?"

  "Zac ..." I recognize his voice immediately, I can not pick up and move from Courtney right now, I turn briefly to her who is sitting on the bed trying to figure out who might calling me at this hour.

  "Zac who's on the phone?" Courtney pronunciation too loudly for the distance that separates us and I understand now that he knows exactly who might be on the other side.

  "... I'm sorry ... I do not even know why I called you," responds in turn Medyson after realizing where they are. I do not have time to reply that communication stops

  Chapter

  20

  Zac

  "What you can not say, and what you can not remain silent

  The music expresses "

  I pick up my clothes from the floor, put on my jeans and I think Medyson, the way with almost whispering voice cracking.

  "... Where you going?" I turn Courtney, she holds the sheet closely to his chest and his eyes are shiny, keeps fatigue tears and wonder why they have behaved in that way. What reason had to be heard over the phone?

  "Because? Tell me why you're acting this way? "I ask in my turn, tucking the shirt a little 'crumpled.

  "It was her, right? I knew it was only a matter of time and you would have called "shakes his head and his face changed instantly, the sadness has left space to anger.

  "What are you talking about? Do you realize what has happened? "I realize that I'm screaming when I see it curl up on itself. I calm a moment and sit down in the chair opposite the bed.

  "You do not even know her ... yet," shows me indignantly, "there you are ready to take to go to her after ... after what just happened. Our ... my ... "I watch her hesitate and leaves the sentence unfinished. Our? My? It will be his first time? It can not be I would have noticed, but my thought is immediately stopped, as soon as my eyes slipped from his face to the sheet beneath her.

  I run my hands in my face, close my eyes a moment. I was so taken by my thoughts, the desire to drive them in any way that I realized that I was the first for her. Shit, but how could I ask you a thing.

  "You know, when you told me that I was an adventure I ... I believed him, but now ..." I take off my hands from his face and I force myself to look at her, her face was wet with tears. I feel like a worm, I who to our first kiss I had said that I was not like the others and now? I feel even worse than they are, for not understanding what I was doing!

  "I do not believe it was the ... your first time," I admit with embarrassment, I do not know where to look.

  "You have not even noticed, right?" Now she has to raise his voice, and I will only hear the disappointment in his words. I step into his head to defeat.

  "No, I know I'm disappointing you, but it's all my fault, I should not have ..."

  "Thing? Fuck me as if you do not give a shit at all? Do not you think it's too late now? "I did not dare to say anything else, I can not, I wish I could say the right thing but it would continue to make mistakes. I rise from his chair and headed for the door.

  "I give you the time to talk if that's what you want, but then you must not neither hear nor see," I turn and I see it, the tears have stopped falling down the face on which appeared a strange grin.

  "What do you mean?" I ask confused.

  "Do you feel compelled for some reason of having to talk, that's fine. But after no longer you have to see! Tomorrow you start your new job, remember? "He looks at his painted fingernails and instantly understand where he wants to end.

  "So, you're blackmailing by chance?"

  "It was you who told me you were not using me, you were different, and you're always the one who accepted my help," wraps the body in cloth and comes at me, "I'm just giving you the chance to show me that you were right '

  I look at her big eyes blacks, I see the challenge in his eyes. I never thought that I could blackmail using that job I need more than anything in the world.

  "You're right, I just wanted to help her for what happened," he took her face in her hands.

  "Do not get enchanted by its melodramatic manner, it has always been so. Always in the spotlight, the world would only turn around her, but now that has stopped doing everything to regain the attention, "I'm about to tell you what I've seen, that's underestimating the situation but then I think not change anything, I see how he gloats that we understand to have me in his fist.

  "Now I go," I open the sliding door and go out, feel the air fail me. Poggio hands on knees and breathing deeply. I go to the car and send a message to Medyson warning her I'm coming. I am waiting for his reply that comes, I think maybe you will already be asleep but still decided to go to his house. Should I talk to her, I have to tell her everything.

  The air is not fresh enough to clear my head, in fact, I feel more confused. The way Courtney has used my situation to his favor makes me nauseous, but I can not hinder it, at least until I have returned the money and as long as I have not found another job. In that fucking mess I put it?

  Medyson

  The phone vib
rates on the bedside table, I take it and I see a message Zac, is coming here. I turn to Noha who fell asleep on the couch in my room. I sit up without making any noise. I do not answer, but still go down to the lower floor. I open the door and sit on the front steps. The air is pleasantly cool. I think of Courtney on the other end of the phone voice, I feel something in my stomach, I curl up on myself and I try to divert the mind.

  Two lighthouses soon light up the front walk, I notice that turn them off soon after, perhaps, because the car Noha. I get up and join him in the car.

  "What do you want?" I ask without looking at him, because I know that if I cross those emerald eyes could not find the courage to say everything I think.

  "Why did you call me?" He replies with another question.

  "Why did you send me a message?" Continuous I feel his hands suddenly gripping my face. I do not have time to realize what's going on that I savor the warmth of his lips on mine. Do not run away, I do not wriggle from him, but it is strange that mouth, its flavor and sweetness with which he kisses me are the thing that make me realize that a part of me is still alive. I hear his breath mingling with mine, I wrap my hands around his neck without even realizing it.

  His tongue gently is the space in my mouth searching for mine, I did not turn back and let its flavor comes over me. Her hands gently caress my face. his thumb moves gently under the chin, barely touching. It's a feeling so new, it is something that I had never experienced until now. The heart begins to roll it breast, a somersault after another, followed by a kiss after another. Her lips are looking for me, and I claim her, I let that moment would never end.

  I would like to live in a bubble with one emotion that makes the soul space tearing into small pieces black that marked me inside. It is detached and I almost whined, rests his forehead to mine.

  "Med, do not understand anything since I saw you, you are a constant presence in my thoughts," his words come straight, sinking into the deepest part of me that has just emerged from the nightmare. A shiver runs through my spine. I still can not comprehend how he ran away from him, but in fact, this is the problem, it is the only one from which I do not run, the only one in which I have found shelter.

  "You ... you were Courtney though?" I remind him, he does not mind and nods.

  "And here's Noha!" She says raising her head to her car in front of us. I explain that just kept me company and now sleeps on the couch. I do not even understand the need that I have to justify myself. I only know that after he brought in that Motel everything has changed me. Has something changed in me, but in him.

  "I have to take you from one part"

  "Now?"

  "I have to explain something, but not here. I need you to see it with your eyes, "I do not know what she's talking to me but the way he says it seems very important. I nodded his head and went back into the house to put on a pair of jeans.

  Chapter

  21

  Zac

  "Hear that? It's not your heart that beats,

  but the music that beats "

  I see that back into the house to change. He slams angrily hands against the steering wheel. Its taste is still on my tongue and stomach shrinks instinctively at the thought. I had to see it, I just wanted to talk to her ... Instead, I followed only the sense of jealousy at seeing the Noha car here at this time and I had to understand, I had to know what was going on between them.

  Understanding why when I saw her again I can not out of my head, understand why his eyes can be so lethal against my existence, I can not understand why out of my head even if I wanted. I hear the car door that opens and drives away those thoughts. I watch her movements, the way you move a strand of hair that has just fallen on his face as he fastens his belt.

  The way in which squeezes the knees to be spoiled, as distorts the side mouth and lightning gaze lost from side to side.

  I can not find even one thing about her that does not attract me.

  "What did you say to Noha?" I ask inserting the gear in and out of the driveway.

  "I only left a note. Where to? "Remain silent, I will not say anything, I just hope you can understand. I only hope that.

  "In short you'll see it," I will only answer, my hand slips from the change to her, resting on his leg. With a flick grabs squeezing. I turn to look at her but I see that looks at the city lights in front of our eyes. It clung to my grip as if it were a call for help, as if it was a plea not to leave, and something inside me budge.

  I stroke his thumb back of the hand, I want to reassure her, I can not stand to see her so confused, lost in her own world that she has become a nightmare. I hate what they did. And sooner or later he will have to talk about it.

  Carried to the clinic, parking in front of the entrance. Parking is almost clear at this hour of the night. There are only the personnel machines. I go down and I see that is going to go down without asking questions. I take her by the hand, his eyes nod for the first time that gesture and I feel safer not to create in her unpleasant emotions. I could never forgive myself.

  The doors open onto the waiting room, covered with plain white walls and dark brown padded seats. The woman on duty I smiled politely. Not the first time I've been in the middle of the night, just to enjoy his innocence while sleeping.

  I feel his grip in the increasingly strong hand.

  "I okay?" I ask and I can not help them a pat on the face as he uttered those words.

  "Yes ... yes, I just terrified of elevators," he confesses with visible embarrassment. I smile to dampen the tension.

  "Do not tease me," smiles later, I realize that it is the first time I notice his lips widen in that expression which I can not help but be charmed.

  The doors open letting up, we arrive in front of the door of her room. I point with the index finger on the nose of silence. She nods and known curiosity in his eyes. I open the door and let his hand. The soft light of the room, leaving the vision the most precious thing, my life. I lift the covers that have slipped along the body. The move hair from her face and watch his eyes half closed, the lips relaxed. I hope that at least in his dreams might be happier than he is in real life.

  I clench his fists at his body and his hand is light installation me on the shoulder, I turn. She mentions an understanding smile.

  "It's my little sister, Daphne" His eyes widen with surprise. I understand that he heard the track I created for her. I bend down to kiss her on the forehead and leave another cd that I had taken from the dashboard of the car, on the bedside table.

  Esco, throwing them another look before closing the door. I turn to Medyson that's behind me. His body took refuge in my arms. It's a unique feeling of a kind. She is unique. He did not question, remained there watching what for she is just a stranger, and now his hands sliding on my back to comfort me and I do not know where to start to explain everything.

  "I need to talk to you," I say moving away slightly from its outlet to meet his gaze.

  "Okay," we move into one of the waiting rooms of the plan. After we settled down the first story of Daphne, of how his illness has appeared suddenly in our lives, like a storm that devastates everything in its path.

  "It was hard ... even if it is an understatement, impossible it is the right word. See his body change so drastically, and not able to do anything, so that it can be different. You have to accept, live with a burden that weighs a ton who just wants to crush you. But she? ... She smiles, scolds me and cares for me even "A tear escapes my control without my being aware of it, I understand it only when his caress to stop its descent.

  "Sorry," just whistle.

  "You need not apologize, because you suffer," reassures me and then adds, "the track that you have done for her, I listened to it I do not know how many times. It was so intense and profound. I felt the change of sounds from gentle to hard, and he understood all the suffering '

  "So you heard?" I smile with a little 'of malice. She gives me a slight nudge and laughs in turn.

  "But now, I need to talk to Co
urtney" darkens but I have to do. I explain the health insurance question, how she was kind and helpful to me, up to the meeting with his father's work. Pause for breath, I look at his eyes, trying to make sense of the whole issue.

  "So ... you tomorrow for his father's work?"

  "Yes ... and she" raised his hand in front of my face.

  "Do not tell me. Not now, not here, not after you kissed me and I let myself be lost in that kiss. Do not say what you already guess "is lifted up and runs to the window. I leave a few minutes and feel the disappointment takes hold of me.

  "Only until we settle everything," I say, she turns around, his eyes do not shine more, his expression has once again become gloomy as before.

  "Can you take me home?" Pronounces those words his voice cracking, I do not think I can say only this, I will not and I can not accept it.

  "Tell me, please," I beg you, and with light steps, avoiding to upset her further, I approach her. He caresses her shoulders.

  "I just have one question for you, maybe I should ask you from the first time you came home"

  "Tell me," I reply

  "Why were you with her?" Looks away from my fixed the tips of his feet. I let my hands slip away from her.

  "I was in bed with Courtney" What I feel after a second has the palm of his hand hitting my face. I take that slap and anger, because I will not lie to you, I will not deceive.

  Medyson

  Rest helpless, as I feel the pain in his words when he talks to me about her sister's illness. I wonder what is suffering in himself, it was enough to listen to his music in order to perceive it in that track there was only suffering.

  I see a tear make room on the defined features of his face and stopped with a caress. The gesture comes alone like it was headed. With him it's all so strange, I feel sick at the thought that someone touches me, I'm holding with Noha, because I know that every time ferirei spostassi me, but him, with him I will not run away, I want to hold on to Zac. The emotion of the kiss under which I gasped with surprise to the thrill that has touched every centimeter of my skin.