MAYA, a girl who goes through life with an unwavering smile-around other people that is. While juggling four jobs to support her father and a side hobby of modelling, Maya is rarely at home-to her content. Even through the mental and physical turmoi...
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"A FUCKING TUMOUR." Killian repeats back to me with a scoffs. "and no treatment." he nods to himself. He's calm, eerily so, considering everything about his body language tells me he's fuming. We drove to the club in silence, it's not yet open but Micah had to prepare the bar and Nisha and I are working the opening shift.
"What the fuck, Maya?!" That one hits me somewhere it shouldn't. somewhere that makes my eyes well up for a brief second before I force the tears away. Maya. he never called me Maya. I knew he would be upset but I didn't expect him to e mad at me. "you're just gonna let this thing kill you when the treatment is ready and available?! are you stupid?" the yelling makes my head hurt. the insult makes my eyes sting. the guilt settling in my stomach makes me dizzy.
"Ian..." Nishs warns softly, sending him a pointed look as he paces the area near the front door. He feels like a lion caging me in.
"What Nish?" He asks exasperatedly, but it's clear he does want an answer. she gives him one anyway.
"Acalme-se." she says. her tone makes me remember that they're siblings because no one else would dare give Killian an order at all let alone with that tone. (translation: calm down)
"Eu estou calmo." he snaps, sending her a harsh glare (translation: I am calm)
"então solte seus punhos. você não tem nada para ser trabalhado acima." whatever she says makes him scoff in disbelief. (translation: then unclench your fists. you have nothing to be worked up over.)
"She's killing herself, Ni-" she cuts him off and the action a lot makes his eyes blaze before she even finishes her first word.
"Você pode calar a boca e se acalmar?" killian looks about ready to strangle her, the fists at his sides tighten, it makes his knuckles turn white. "Deus, olha para a pobre garota que está tremendo! você realmente acha que ela precisa ser mais sobrecarregada agora?" They both glance at me and i shrink even further into myself. i hate that i dont know what their saying about it, but my drain of thought diapers as he loosens his fists and takes a deep, controlled breath. he nods at her clenching and unclenching his hands few more times. "sua decisão de fazer não é sua. você a conhece há um mês. você não tem o direito de gritar com ela ou fazê-la se sentir culpada por isso." she explains, her tone softer noe that hs more cooperative. (translation: Can you shut up and calm the fuck down? | God, look at the poor girl shes shaking! you really think she needs to be any more overwhelmed right now? | its her decision to make not yours. youve known her a month. you have no right to yell at her or make her feel guilty for it.)
"Fuck, don't cry..." His face softened only slightly as he crossed the room to me. "please don't cry," he says, its by no means soft, but its a lot less harsh them before. I hadn't even realized that my eyes were leaking until his thumb, once again, unexpectedly gentle, wipes a few tears from my cheek. "I- I don't know what to do when people cry."
