eyes without a face

parte 6

Catalina's POV:
March 16, 1981
I woke up, opening my eyes as I sat up. I felt someone next to me and i looked. It was richard. "Shit.." i hope we didn't do anything last night. I get off the bed as I walk to the door. My head was hurting.

"Where you going?" I heard him behind me.

I turn around to look at him. "I'm going to the bathroom... did we do anything last night?" I ask him.
"Nope. We didn't. You came to my room. I mean if we did something..I'd want you to remember it.." He said as he got up. I slightly laughed hearing his laugh as well, i left the room as I went to the bathroom.

I heard the door open as I was washing my face. "No me asustes.." i tell him as he comes in. He laughs.

I go back to the room, I was sitting down on one side of the bed, i saw the drawer opened, i peeked in as I saw a gun and a bag. Wtf. I closed the drawer. W-why.

He comes in the room as he sat next to me. "How'd you sleep?" He tells me. "I slept good." He slightly smiles, he turns to looks at me. His hair was still a mess. "Well.. it was good. I slept okay." I say. He puts out his hand. I look at it as I bring my hand to his. He grabs it softly as he brings it close to his lips, giving them a kiss. "I don't want you to be mad at me. I'm sorry about yesterday." He says as he looks at me.

"I want to see the side of you that you don't show anyone else." I tell him. He sighs, putting my hand down he leans in to give me a light kiss. I kissed him back.

"Don't fall in love with me.. me parezco al diablo." He says, I look at him. "I know. I still want you." He leans back a little, looking at me. "Si sabes que es un diablo, verdad?" He asked me. I looked down at his lips. "Yeah.. un angel lleno de dolor." I say to him as I leaned in to kiss him again. He pulled away slowly. "I don't care if I fall in love with the devil. As long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell." I told him. "Fix it, please.." He softly whispered. "Fix what?" I asked him. His face was a soft expression. "Fix me." I hugged him. His hands wrapped around my hips. He softly cried. "Richie..I'm here.." He stays silent. I tried pulling him off but he held me tighter. "No.. I want you. I'm in love with you.." He whispered, pulling back as he looked at my eyes, as if he was searching them. I wiped his tears. "I want to keep kissing you." He says. I softly laugh. "Nobody's stopping you." I whispered to him. He leaned in to kiss me again.

We hear a knock on the door and as it opened we both pulled away and looked back to see who it was. Richard was still holding onto me. "No pues ya cómanse.." Andrea said laughing. "My bad my bad, I came in to get the speakers." She said as she went to the closet.

Richard looked at me, his eyes on my lips again. Andrea leaves the room, leaving the door open. "Let's go back to my place.." I tell him. He smiles. "Yeah.." I get up as he stays sitting on the bed going to his drawer. He takes something from the drawer. I turn away, not looking at him. I walk out the room, saying goodbye to everyone as I get out the house. I wait for richard outside as I saw my sister. "Ey dude where you going?" She asks me. "Just gonna go back home.. with Richie. He wants to talk and I don't think talking with him here is a good idea but we'll be back." I told her. "Ah okay.. be careful dile que tenga cuidado." She nods before heading inside. Richard comes out right after her, Andrea comes out behind him. "Ricky you know.. some advice, Ella le gusta mucho-" i cut her off. "ANDREA!!" She laughs going back inside. "What was She sayin? You like what?" I looked away from him. "Nada." He laughed as we continued walking.

| At her house |

"Cata...I don't like calling you that.." I turn around to him, we were sitting on the couch. I was sitting next to him. "Porque?" He had a joint in his hand but I was drinking. "Sounds like I'm calling you a gata." I laugh. "No seriously.. Te voy a llamar mi amor mejor.." He smirked as he puffed smoke out of his mouth.  "Oh really?" I say. He nods, putting his joint out. "You want some?" He looks at me. "Nah.. Weed makes me angry for some reason." He laughs. "Beer does that to me." I look at him confused, I stand up, "You wanna go to my room? I wanna change into something for the hangout later." I say to him as I walk towards my room. "Claro." He says following me behind.

I go to my clothing drawer as I pick out a dress, meanwhile he looks around my room.

Richard's POV:

Her room was nice, not really clean but not really dirty. She had posters all over her room of different bands and artists. She has a huge ass mirror next to the door. I looked at it, it had pictures all over the sides. One took my interest.

"Quien es este?" I told her, she looked back. "Huh?" I slightly take the photo off and show it to her. "Oh.. that's me and my ex.." She said as she looked away.

I looked at it closely, she came over to me and took the photo off my hands. "Déjalo.." she puts it back. "You still talk to him or what?" I asked her. She took off her shirt, I looked back at the mirror, hopefully she didn't mind me staring. "Ehh.. Ya no." She says. I look back at the photo, looking down as I look at another photo but it was of a guy. "Let me guess.. this is him?" I pointed at the picture as I turned back to look at her.

She looked at mirror, she was taking off her shorts. "Yeah that's him." She says. "Why you got pictures of him?" She put on her dress, I admired the way they held onto her curves. "He's my ex. Plus he was my first boyfriend, I still talk to him.. sometimes." I scoffed. First? I looked back at her body, admiring her chest, she was wearing no bra. "The dress looks good on you." She smiled as she leaned close giving me a kiss before she focused back on her dress. "Such a tease." I said to her as I sat down on her bed. "No te vayas a poner celoso just cuz I got photos of my ex, eh?" She said. "Did he treat you good or que?" She looked at me. "Yes. Stop talking about him." She said as she sat down next to me. "My bad..kind of jealous his photo is up there."she laughs. "Don't worry, be good and maybe you'll be up there too." She said as she smirked. She stood up, standing in front of me. "You ready to go?" She says, I nod. She turns around, but I grab her hand pulling her close to me, she sits down on my lap.

Catalina's POV:

I was sitting on his lap, his hands grabbing onto my hips. "Richie.." i softly whispered to him. Our foreheads were touching, he was looking at my lips. "En serio, no me dejes solo." He softly whispered back. "I won't. Trust me." I leaned in as I kissed him. He kissed me back with force. His hands were moving down towards my inner thighs.

"I need to be inside you." He mumbled between our kiss. I let out a soft moan.

His voice. I wanted him too.

I slightly pull away from his lips, turning my head to look at my alarm clock. It was 8 already. "Richie.."

"It can wait." He says looking at me.