The Young Loved

A Bad Scene

  I didn't want to return back home to Peter actually, but on the second thought, I don't have anywhere else to go. I started to walk around the town with hope on finding any place to eat a little. After a few minutes of walking, I finally found a small cafe near by my work place. I ordered cacao to just drink it on the way back my new home and as soon as I got it, I left the cafe and started to go back. Passing by those silent streets now, couple broken lamps on the same way, snowflakes falling on my face, were giving me a bit of cold around all over my body. But on accident, I got into a really dark street. 

  There wasn't many people who was walking around. Some men were giving me nasty looks, some women looked disappointed in me. I could see how some men were just raping other women outside of the nightclubs and just playing around with them, like toys. Once I were passing by a little hallway between two houses, I noticed a blood puddle that was getting covered by snow. Someone was standing there, with a knife, and there was a corpse. I didn't want to even move for a bit. I just felt like that I got pinned to to the floor, right between those buildings. 

  Some of the light actually fell on those two people. Unfortunately the one who was with the knife was in hoodie, so I couldn't see his face. But the other person I saw just got badly wounded. But once I focused my vision on the face, I realized that it was my father. I wanted to run away. A lot. But I couldn't. After calming down just a moment after staring at my dead father, I could finally feel my body again.

—I-I didn't see anything... 

  I whispered it and just ran away from that hallway. As soon as I reached the border between forest and city, I layed against the wall of the building, starting to heavily breath.

—W-Why everyone I know and love is dieing from someone now?

  I sat down on dirty snow because of how tired I got. After couple minutes I started to go back to Peter. Passing by some trees, I finally got to my new home. I never got to take a closer look to the outside of the place where I have to live from now on. Just two bushes between the way to the front door, some flowers and a huge tree that was covering some windows. Eventually, I went back in house.

  As soon as I entered, Peter welcomed me with hugs and soft kiss on the cheek, not even asking how was my work. He went back into the kitchen and started to cook something, probably for me, but I weren't hungry at all. I were more close to throw up remembering that scene of my dead father... I went in the bedroom and just sat down on the cliff of the bed. I wanted to free my mind from this somehow, but I couldn't get any ideas how to bother myself. Maybe teasing Peter would change my mood at least for a bit. And maybe if I'd just share it with Peter about that death would help me. I stood back up and lazily went into kitchen.

  Peter was standing near oven and frying potatoes and talking with someone on his phone. My first guess who he was talking to was Lemon, and I weren't wrong.

—Why would I even touch something from your stuff? If you lost your watches it's not my problem but only yours.

—But bro, I'm sure I left at somewhere in your place! If you won't look for it yourself, then I'll go and look for it myself.

  Lemon lost her watches somewhere around here, but I didn't want to look for it either. I came closer to Peter and just layed my head against his back. He akwardly turned around his head and looked at me with a little worried face. I remembered that view of corpse and started to cry quitely.

—I will call you later, Lem...

—Wait!

  He hang up the phone and removed the pan from the oven. I didn't want to move still. Peter hugged me a little.

—What's wrong, Yar? Did something happen?

—My father... Someone killed him...

  Peter looked surprised and worried at me. I could understand it. It was another death for me, but now I were thinking, why I'm sharing those news with Peter. I still can't really trust him.

—Oh, I'm sorry to hear that... You okay?

—Yeah, I'm fine. I just feel a little worried...

—You didn't even undress yourself from outside!

  Peter just removed my coat away from my shoulders and took my jeans off. Now I were almost naked infront of him. There was just my T-shirt on me, and my lingerie, which was really visible to Peter. I moved back to the bedroom and just layed back on the back, watching TV I turned on out of boredom. It helped me to free my mind a bit. After couple hours of watching TV I turned it off and started to draw on phone again. Nothing seem to be going in a bad way, and once I finished drawing, I turned my phone off and putted it on something like a wardrobe. I went back into kitchen.

  Peter was talking on phone again and eating potatoes he made. I went to him, didn't even noticing that my shirt just fell off from me. I sat down on Peter's lap and just started bumping my head against his shoulder. I noticed that he got so flustered but still tried to continue on talking. I felt so bored even though I were trying to tease Peter at least a little. But yet he tried to avoid looking at my body and such, keep talking on the phone and eating food almost choking.