the Devil and the Sea

13| Fall from grace

A thunderstorm is raging outside the window - my favorite weather. I hear the rustle of leaves and the sound of approaching thunder. Cool fresh air enters the room through the open window of my bedroom, and I delight in inhaling as deeply as I can.

My brother left the house after helping me and left the phone in my room; and when his phone rings I unsuccessfully call his name.

The damn ringtone is annoying, I go to the phone and I'm about to reject the call, but I freeze when I see Vincent's name on the display.

With a quick movement, I grab my brother's phone, afraid to miss it, and put it to my ear.

"Hello," I answer the call with a smug smile.

"Aaaa...uh...hello?"

I am laughing. Vincent confused by a woman's voice?

"Devil?" Now he asks in English.

At first, my being is ready to explode overflowing with joy that Vincent recognized me by my voice, but this is quickly replaced by a slight annoyance at the way he called me.

"No, this is Joan's sister, hi." I'm trying to copy his English accent.

"Hi, Joan's sister." Vincent's voice is clearly smiling, and my mouth stretches into a smile from ear to ear.

There is silence for a couple of seconds, and I can hear my own pulse rising in my ears.

"Can you pass the phone to your brother, devil? Sorry, I mean, Joan's sister?"

I try to ignore his jokes, though my eye starts to twitch nervously.

Thanks to Vincent and Phil, I can practice my English with native speakers:

"My brother isn't here right now, so call back later or I'll tell him that you called...if I remember, of course."

"Mm, don't forget."

Mmm?

"I can not promise anything."

I quickly switch off - he asked for it himself! And I notice that my heart is beating like crazy somewhere in the throat area.

What the hell? It's just Vincent - an annoying guy from London. However, I suddenly find myself thinking about the house Vincent lives in in London. What do his parents look like? Does he have brothers or sisters? Although this should not interest me at all.

I rewind our short conversation on the phone and sigh with an unexpected surge of joy. I become so cheerful and carefree that I begin to twitch to the music that was playing from the speakers and which I did not notice because of my own thoughts until this moment.

Giving in to the impulse I run out to the embankment in front of my house and expose my face to the cool rain. The cold cools my ardor, and I begin to twitch dancing.

I laugh and dance madly as the rain pours down on me. For a second it reminded me of an old movie. Passers-by look at me incredulously. But I don't care.

The sound of rain intensifies, drowning out thoughts. I tilt my head back and drops splatter against my face. How nice. A flash of lightning splits the half-darkness. How damn beautiful! The deafening rumble of thunder hits the ears, but does not frighten. More. Want more. Even louder. Even brighter. Even more dangerous.

After some time, Ricky comes into the yard and approaches me. Grabbing my hand, he makes me dance with him. I laugh as I dance, let him lead. All my clothes are wet and sticky to my skin, but I don't care. The wet fabric hugs my body, making my top now see through. Ricky notices this and I see desire in his eyes. It makes me tremble, I love when he looks at me like that.