Secret Love Song

The One With The Cathartic Methods

I mumbled a quick goodbye to the girls before putting on my headphones and making my way to Augusto's house. 

For my luck, he was there. In the kitchen, drinking something from a cup. 
"Put the cup down," I instructed. My fists were clenching. 
"What?" he gave me a confused look. 
"Put the fucking cup down!" I yelped. 
"Okay, okay," he did. "Relax. What's going on?"
I threw a punch at him. 
"What the hell Nacha?" he reacted, bawling.

*****

We sat on the couch. There was a slit in his lower lip, and my cheekbone felt the way his left eye looked: bruised. 
"So, are you gonna explain?" he asked me. 
"Nah."
"Okay," he snickered sarcastically, "so you come to my house, just to punch me in the face... I fucking let you. And I fight you- 'cause you asked, but I don't get an explanation."

It really did go like that. After he bawled at me, I told him to punch me. He was hesitant at first, but after I looked him dead in the eye, he complied. 
I needed to download my anger somewhere. 
The good old pain of his perfectly thrown punches worked delightfully. 

"Exactly," I smiled. 
I glanced at him and the shine in his eyes let go of repressed laughter. I couldn't help myself. I snorted and he followed. Suddenly, we were laughing our eyes out. 
"No, seriously, what's going on? Are you cool?"
"I got some shit." The color in Valen's cheek hours ago crossed my mind and, somehow, my stomach grunted. 
"You wanna talk about it?" 
"Nah," I sighed. 
"Okay. But you're gonna lay down on the couch, and I'm gonna snuggle you," my eyes widened with dread, he chuckled, "and you're gonna cry."
"I'm not gonna cry," I voiced. 
"You punched me in the face! I deserve this!"
"Hey! You don't get to judge my cathartic methods! They're mine!" a grin showed up on my face. "Plus, it worked," I added, practically whispering. 
He drew the slyest smile. 

He set his back on the couch's arm and I laid on his chest, on my side. He run his fingers through my hair.
I didn't cry. But I did feel at outstanding ease, so much we fell asleep.
The next morning when we opened our eyes, Sofi was making something on the stove, Celeste was having cereal on the table, her eyes locked on her phone, and Adrian was grabbing juice from the fridge. 

"Hello, there," he noticed us. I gave out a big yawn, stretching my arms. 
"Hi," I muttered. 
Aunt Sofi turned around and gave us a smile. 
"What time is it?" Augusto asked. 
"Nine," his mom answered. 
"We slept here? You didn't wake us up? I wasn't supposed to sleep here," I simpered. 
"You looked so peaceful. It would have been rude," Adrian explained with a slight sarcastic tone. He always had a slight sarcastic tone. 
I nodded. Augusto pushed me to the side and got up. 
"Auch," I uttered. 
"Oh, fuck you, you destroyed me last night." 
I remembered and grinned. 
He rolled his eyes at me. 

"So what was it this time?" Sofi asked as she cleaned my cheekbone. Guess I was right, she said it was pretty bad. It stung. 
Adrian was attending to Augusto's wound next to us. Us children were sitting at the counter. 
"I needed to break some stress out..."
"Stress, huh?" Augusto leered my way. I drew a smirk.