As he strolls, I rest my head on his shoulder, and my hand bumps into the thick ink of his tattoo. I trail my fingers through it.
"You are never going to tell me what it says, are you?" I ask him quietly.
"Trust me, it's telling you what it says." His voice is equally quiet.
Taking a deep breath, I inhale the odor of his perfume. It has a sweet-sharp smell, only making it choking.
I raise my head.
"You know there are other perfumes."
"Not as good as mine." He jokes.
I laugh.
"It's whack."
"You are saying that because?" His voice isn't audible as before, guess that's the cause of my weight.
"My dad is allergic."
How can that be the reason why?
He stands still.
"Sam, your dad was allergic." He corrects me, and proceeds.
I fall back my head on his shoulder and clutch him tightly.
It's sad and hard to refer to him as past tense.
I do like the perfume, it smells nice. But because daddy hated
it.
I pretend to. I still remember the day I went to Xavier's house, I asked him to spray the perfume on me, and he did. I returned home and hugged my dad, and he choked on his breathing. He almost died that day. He did die, but the perfume wasn't the cause of his death.
He takes me home. We get inside, the living room is brightened by only the TV screen, which makes everywhere kinda dark. I sight my mom who is seated on the couch, watching a creepy movie —a bowl of popcorn wrapped around her hand.
Is she trying to turn this house into a cinema? Doesn't she know where to watch a movie?
Oh yes, she is so busy that she has no time for herself.
Xavier steps further inside, but she doesn't notice. Her mind soul and body seem to be watching the movie along with her eyes.
"She doesn't see us," I whisper to Xavier, still on his back.
"Mrs. Raymond!" Xavier shouts her name.
She spooks up, throwing the popcorn and landing on the floor.
I can't help but laugh.
"Oh my God, Gina are you okay?" Xavier asks as if he didn't enjoy that. I know he did it on purpose.
My mom stands up and smoothens her dress.
Even if I can't see her face clearly enough, I can tell she's glaring at us.
She walks to the switch, and as soon as she turns on the light, her glaring eyes catch mine like a spear.
I slowly turn my face and rest my head on Xavier's shoulder.
"Oh Xavier, I can't imagine the stress she had put you through." Her voice sounds caring.
"You can put her down now." She adds.
"Oh," Xavier says like he just remembers I'm still on his back.
He tries to put me down, but I tighten my legs around his waist.
"No! Take me to my room," I say in a commanding tone.
And this keeps the three of us silent until someone yells from the creepy movie. We all startled. My mom hisses and turns it off.
"Xavier, I'm sorry for all of this. She's being a spoilt princess."
At least she called me princess, just have to ignore the word 'spoilt'
"Tell about it," Xavier utters.
He takes me to my room. As we get in, he tries to put me down, but I ask him to move close enough to my bed. He groans and moves closer, then he puts me down. And I sit on my bed.
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Mystery / Thriller"I watched as my fifteen-year-old best friend stabbed his dad. Xavier wouldn't stop. He continued stabbing his dad. Blood splattering his face didn't stop him and he was done only when his dad was dead. Xavier looked at me and smiled. I could tell h...
