Forbidden Habit

Chapter 20

Stupid time couldn't pass any quicker.

"Tik Tok, tik tok, tik tok," The woman mumbled under her breath while waving her index finger to the rhythm, her gaze blurry and plain.

She laid on her back in the bed with crossed legs, one hand tucked under her head and the other in the air, a finger swinging and pointing at the sailing, her elbow supporting it on the soft mattress. She didn't bother to pull the sheets and get under them, she just hopped lazily on top of the duvet.

On the opposite side of the room was hanging the clock. In the shape of a black and red vinyl record, it was stuck there on the wall, the only thing covering the cement's white color apart from the number of different posters.

Although she laid there for hours looking at the clock and waiting for the time to pass, she had forgotten how long exactly she was doing this stare content. She knew though that it was more than two hours.

Her elbow ached, and her muscles screamed for being up and stretched for so long but she ignored the irritating feeling and continued waving her finger as if she was refusing an ice cream from a child.

Her wet tongue would occasionally escape the warmth of her mouth just a little to moist her dry lips. Rolling it from the left to the right and back to the left she rested it in the bottom of her mouth again. Two hours of murmuring on the clock had gotten her lips to wrinkle from the luck of wetness. Both her top and bottom lip were dried after some minutes.

She would go back again to mumbling the two small words until her lips would need another wave of care from her.

Times like this she questioned her purpose. Sitting unmoving like a dead body on a queen size but cold bed, staring at the clock like it was the only thing that mattered, she felt like she would spend the rest of her life there, watching on a big invisible screen what her life could be like if she twisted the door's handle and exited her room. No problems, no worries, no fear, only calmness.

Some other days she would fight this feeling. Hope would replace her negative thoughts.

And now, as she waited for time to pass she feared that she wouldn't be able to get up. The only thought keeping her from staying in that bed was that Luna would be in the lesson. The problem was that she wasn't going to be alone.

Turning to her side she glanced at her bag next to her door, filled with clothes and dance sheets, and then back to the clock, her finger still swaying back and forth. She had some more minutes before she had to leave for the lesson.

It had been another week of Luna and Josh dancing together. She constantly thought about what Maryon and Marco said when they heard him talking about Luna. Yet, the smile this boy held on his face whenever he addressed Luna was anything but fake. It seemed pure, definitely charming pure, but still real.

Had she not known better, she would think he really had a crush on her.

But she indeed knew better, and even though she knew she could never be with the girl, she wasn't going to let him hurt her in that way. She wouldn't let him use her body for his own filthy reasons.

She just hadn't found the chance to intrude. Three and a half weeks now and he still seemed perfect.

A knock on her door woke her from her daily dream, she shook her head a mumbled a barely audible 'come in' before turning her attention back to the wall.

Light footsteps were heard and a clearing throat, "Am I interrupting?" She heard her younger's sisters voice.

She shook her head.