𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐬

Morning disruption

"𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐃𝐄𝐍"
Even more, as she woke up to the sharp ringing of her telephone startling the young boy that had his head on Ilyas's chest his hands gripping her satin nightgown afraid to let go Ilya gently reached for the phone trying not to wake Elio as he stirred once again " Ilya Ivanov speaking." She croaked out in desperate need of water " Hello I'm calling regarding your mother Katrina, how is she?" an older women's concerned voice called out to her making Ilya rise from the bed lightly pushing Elio off of her quickly and looking at the number instantly recognizing it this was the hospital Katrina Ivanov died in this was the place her mother killed her self in did they forget? How could they forget it was in all of the newspapers Ilya let out an uneven breath chugging down some water before cautiously answering the older woman on the other side "what do you mean? Is this some kind of sick joke?" the line went dead silent for a moment " sick joke? Dear! I'm just inquiring about my patient is she giving you a hard time?" Ilya was stunned this woman genuinely sounded concerned now the young girl was no detective but she knew when something felt fishy she had to play along and so she did clearing her throat before speaking softly into the phone " my apologies madame I just woke up, yes she's doing lovely could I ask you something ?" the older women beamed into the phone receiver Katrina was right her daughter was a true charmer " that sounds lovely dear girl! Of course, ask away" Ilya was shaking cursing to herself when she almost dropped the phone " I forgot her release date could you please refresh my memory my mother said you had the sharpest memory of all" she squealed out lying through her pearly whites praying to the saints for the first time in years opening up her cupboard and looking around for her rosary gripping it towards her chest as she waited hearing papers shuffling in the background knowing the old lady was searching for the release date making Ilya suck in a sharp ragged breath as the phone was picked up again "she was released on September twenty-ninth around ten thirty—" The red rosary was ripped in half beads falling to the floor and bouncing around the cold dorm the now fully awakened girl sat in a daze staring at the beads near the window glistening in the morning sun. The nurse didn't get to finish her sentence as Ilya slammed her phone pushing it off her nightstand and breaking it completely surely this was a dream she thought to herself as she walked towards her shower blasting cold water onto herself not even bothering to get undressed she stood under the freezing water just gazing at the wall her mother killed herself on the twenty-ninth how on earth was she released two hours after her death? Unless.. she wasn't dead? Would she fake her death? Fuck yes she would her mother was the epitome of a maneater she was known as the "Arab whore" in Russia changing her name and bagging up the richest man securing her place forever Ilya remembered how instead of teaching her mathematics or Arabic to honour her Morrocan blood that she passed onto her daughter she thought her how to manipulate men even going as far as to use Judas in many of her teachings making the thirteen-year-old boy happy to be with his sister and also confused as to why he felt something he shouldn't have felt for his sister Ilya was pulled out of her thoughts as hands sneaked their way onto her waist before hugging her from behind the cold water turned into relaxing warm almost boiling water making the girl drop her shoulders sighing softly as the water washed away her worries temporarily, she felt Elio place his head into the crook of her neck kissing her softly " you ruined your dress" he sighed out leaning over her grabbing the baby shampoo raising an eyebrow at her " it's the same shampoo I used as a child" Elio pitied the girl she clung onto any memory of simpler times wanting to treasure them or maybe relive them. Elio sighed dropping to his knees holding the hem of her red night dress and taking it off before ripping off his boxers and the horrendous green grandpa sweater that he loved so much throwing their clothes over his shoulder lathering the sweet-smelling shampoo onto his hands messaging it into Ilyas luscious black locks "what's bothering you?" the younger girl moaned out in annoyance leaning her head onto his shoulder gazing at him "I think my mom faked her death" she chuckled out realizing how insane she sounded perhaps she finally was going insane "w-what?" is all elio dared to say after a minute of silence the ivanov girl cackled bitterly knowing deep down that he didn't believe her yet he tried to comfort her by holding her head close "you heard me ...the hospital called asking for an update on her they don't know she's probably playing polo with Hitler right now" Ilya laughed out reaching for her coffee-scented body scrub humming a Christmas song to cheer herself up stopping once and in a while to peer back to the distraught boy who had now taken the position of leaning against the cold shower tiles glaring at the floor, Ilya couldn't help but glance at his curls the coil-like hair framing his pale face water droplets sliding down his forehead to his plump pink lips making ilya bit her wine-stained lips she halted her movements putting back her scrub before walking the short distance between them standing in front of Elio who was suddenly snapped into reality the view in front of him was breathtaking he stared at her face not daring to look below out of respect or perhaps out of fear sure he's had his share of girls but ilya wasn't a girl she was a woman and she seemed to know that as she smiled coyly at him before teasing " you can look you know? You can even touch"
His breath was knocked out of him as he finally gathered the guts to look down he started at her slender neck that had fading hickeys on them down to her gorgeous collarbones Elio's eyes widened at her breast his hands twitched suddenly he had an undeniable urge to reach out and touch them squeeze them and Ilya seemed to read his mind reaching out for his hand bring it up to her breast squeezing it she sighed leaning her head back against the shower wall as she let Elio take the power.