Wild Bastard

22

Marina

Matthew left a few hours ago. He took off with my scarf, changed his clothes, and drove out the gate with a screech of his tires.

Attempts to comprehend what had just happened were unsuccessful. It is difficult to understand someone who surprises every second. In fact, the morning started really unexpectedly. I even enjoyed wrestling with this crazy guy.

And I enjoyed kicking his ass even more. Even if it was with his permission. I'd had time to appreciate his abilities in combat, so it was foolish to think that he could really lose to me. But the drive of what was happening was so overwhelming that when his cheeky lips were on mine, I briefly wanted to give in for a few seconds. But reality quickly reminded me of itself. I'd promised Lana, and I simply couldn't break my promise. No matter how much my body demanded otherwise.

After Matthew left, I took a shower and had breakfast with Laura. The woman turned out to be very sweet and caring. She decided to fatten me up by all means, and I didn't mind. Who knows how long I have left in this house.

I need to please my own body with new tastes. And then the Cahlons would buy themselves a new jar of caviar. I brazenly stole the open one from the fridge and smeared a thick layer of delicious caviar on a piece of bread.

After breakfast, I stroll aimlessly around the house. Not afraid of being caught, I go to Matt's bedroom. The rather stingy masculine furnishings are already visible from the threshold. The shorts he trained me in today are lying on the chair. On the table is a laptop, chargers, and wireless headphones. Why did I come in here? I don't know, but I'm in no hurry to leave the room.

There is not a single picture on the walls. Only on the bedside table in a wooden frame is a picture of a very beautiful woman with rather sad eyes. I sit down on the edge of the bed and take the frame in my hands. I run my eyes over the picture. How much she has in common with Matt. The same bushy eyebrows, the same wide eyes, and full lips. The blond woman smiles, but there is no joy in her smile. Even in this she looks like Matt. Only today and yesterday was he really smiling. Not with that wild grinning smile of his, but with a different one. That's probably why I'm here now.

I want to know more about him. I want to help him and Lana connect. The girl thinks she's lonely around her two brothers, even though it's obvious that they're both protecting her. Although Lucas is just friendly with her, not running around like a kite, but Matt acts very differently.

I put the frame back and walk over to the table. It's not right to go through other people's things, but who's going to stop me?

I open the drawers one by one. In the very bottom one, under a pile of papers, I find another photo. In the picture Matt is hugging some girl from behind. She' is quite pretty and cute. I don't know why, but I feel irritated. Probably because here he is also smiling the way he smiled at me this morning. I wonder why he keeps it? Is it his ex-girlfriend? Or the real one?

I don't want to think about it, so I leave the room to change and go to the pool.

I try not to think about the crazy psycho or the girl in the picture for two hours, but for some reason the thought, like a nasty ant, crawls in my brain.

After lunch I go to the bar, glancing from time to time at the door. Each crack of the bell evokes a barely perceptible sense of anticipation inside. I try very hard not to admit to myself that I'm waiting for an asshole to come in and sit on one of the bar stools.

I chase those thoughts away, and finally they are forced out by the flow of visitors.

Lana arrives in the evening. I casually ask if her brother is home, and when I get a negative answer, I get even more annoyed.