Different Type of Love

11

Cecilia

December 6, 1945

Once I finally got back to Elodie's house from being out all day, I park her car out in the front. I got my bags from my motel out of the car and walked up to the door. I knocked, but nobody answered which was understandable, considering it was midnight. 

I twist the doorknob, expecting it to be locked but to my surprised it wasn't. I step inside, I can barely see anything except a candle by the door. I pick it up and hold it out in front of me. I see a shadowy figure in front of me and yelp as I jump back and fall. My balance was already terrible. The figure smacks their lips at me, slowly approaching me.

"Get up, Cecilia." The figure was Elodie. She grabs my hand and helps me get up. She moved me to the side as she walks out of the house. 

She eyes her car as she circles it, checking for who knows what. She then steps inside and locks the door. "Where were you?" She ask me, harshly. She sits me down on her sofa and heads to the kitchen. 

"I, uh..." I can't see to get the words out of my mouth. I shake my head, hoping to clear my mind. I try to stir up words as I speak. "Friends. I was with friends. We party. I mean, we partied." I groan. I see her eyes become narrow. 

"Eat." She says, throwing a plate steak and mashed potatoes in my lap. I scoff and roll my eyes. I place the food on the coffee table in front of me, not entirely fond of her new attitude.

"No!" I shout. "You can't make me." I say, I feel as my words begin to slur but I push through it

"Cecilia, quiet." She snaps. 

"N.O!" I shout louder. In a swift motion she pushed me on my back. She grabs both of my hand with one on hers she pins them above my head. She places  the other one over my mouth. 

"I told you to be quiet." She snarls. I try my best to get out of her grip but can't. I now realize that she's on top of me. 

Her waist is rested on mine as she manages to keep her hands steady. That is when I see her head quickly turn on the right, looking beyond the couch. Due to her pinning me, I can't see exactly what she's looking at. "Hi, my love." She says. I expect to hear Loraline's voice but I hear something more mature.

"What are you doing up? It's nearly one o'clock. You should head to bed." I hear this woman say with a strong German accent. Then I hear more footstep.

"Come back to bed." I hear another woman yawn. I wriggle and try my best to get out of Elodie's grasp. I do the only thing I can think of and that is to lick her hand. Surprisingly it wasn't too bad.  Her hand was rather sweet. She jerks back in disgust.

"Cecilia!" She yells in a higher tone than usual. She wipes her hand in the middle of my chest and gives me light tap on my face. 

"Cecilia?" The women question in unison. 

"Yes, Cecilia finally came home, after saying she'll be back in a few of hours. More importantly, before dinner." She hissed. She lets me go and gets from on top of me. I sit up and see two beautiful ladies. 

One had red hair and the other had blonde. The redhead, was grabbing the blonde and laying her head on the blonde's shoulder. The redhead was a few inches taller than the blonde.

"Who are they? And why are they in their nightgown,  let alone still here." I growl. They both look at me with utter disappointment like I know them personally!

"Her, the beautiful blonde to the right is Irene. She's -- goodness I hate to call you this, darling-- my maid." 

"You're fine, love." She says with the brightest smile.