Dollface

Part 22

A soft, warm wind blew against my skin. I sat on the back porch, leaning back and using my arms to hold myself up. I sat there, total silence as always, trying to keep away from the negative thoughts in the back of my mind.

I look through the glass behind me, can see Simon setting up his computer, he is frowning and carelessly throwing papers around. I wish he would show different emotions for once. He is so detached and independent.

Suddenly something warm and smooth started moving around my bare feet. impulsively I snap my eyes down to see what is slithering up my leg.

I: Oh my God!

I screamed, watching the pale brown snake stop at my sudden reaction.

Of the many things I know about snakes, I know that there are several dangerous ones in Brazil. I've never come into contact with one before, but this one was pretty long and thick enough to scare pretty much anyone.

Never upset a snake, I once read. I whimper softly as it started to slither further up my leg, threateningly by its movements.

Desperately, I glanced behind me and saw Simon plugging some wires into the wall. His side was facing me, which was good enough to get his attention. I bite my bottom lip and wince as the creature reached my thigh.

I tried with all my might to stay still, thinking of a way to get rid of it without agitating it. The little whimper of Tom's name barely made it past my lips. I turn my head once more, looking at the door and the distance it was from me, noticing the door was ajar, somehow I was able to get Simon's attention.

I: Simon...

I called quietly, squinting as I felt the snake slither around my waist. Tears began to well up in my eyes. Simon leaned over his desk and clicked a few icons on the now-on computer. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, obviously unaware of what was happening right outside.

I call Simon's name again, as loudly as I could without scaring the animal.

I: Simon.

As I did so, I suddenly felt relieved as Simon turned his head. His annoyed expression softened for two seconds as he noticed my distressed, tearful face.

As he moved rather casually toward the back door, I nudged my head toward my legs, Simon was now outside and immediately eyed the deadly creature slithering around my body.

The way he reacted, so calm, it was somehow calming, once he was in front of me he knelt down and put his index finger to his lips for a few seconds to think, when he went to grab the snake I flinched slightly.

I: Be careful, Simon.

He paused and looked at me.

S: You'll be fine, just stay calm.

In a flash he snatches the snake from my head and rips it from my body. I watched with wide eyes and parted lips as he threw the reptile across the grass, to the other side of the backyard.

As if nothing had happened, he strutted back towards me.

S: Are you okay?
I: Y-yes...

My breath hitched as he wrapped his hands around my wrists and pulled me up from the porch. His dark eyes bore into mine, one of his hands slipping from my wrist and wiping a tear from the corner of my eye with his thumb.

S: I hate it when you cry.

He said quietly, frowning angrily.

S: It annoys me, but unlike anything else, it annoys me the most.

My silence allowed him to continue as I stared into his beautiful brown eyes.

S: So don't do it and keep grinning like the little smartass you are.

I take a deep breath and take a moment to take in his features. His flawless, defined jaw, his plump, kissable lips, his mesmerizing eyes.

S: Do you want something to eat?

All fear was pushed aside as a chuckle left my lips.

I: Are you nice to me?

I asked quietly, hoping he would try to avoid an argument, he rolled his eyes in pure annoyance,

S: I'll stab and burn myself alive before I'm ever nice.
I: Simon... you're nice.
S: No, that's a shame.
I: Okay, yeah right.

I snorted, shaking my head and releasing my wrists from his hands.

I: And I'd like to eat now.

I whirl around to the door and head to the kitchen, sure he's following me.

S: I'll make something. I'm sure you have no idea how.

My eyebrows raised at his comment and I crossed my arms.

I: How are you supposed to know if I can cook or not?
S: I'll be careful, you've had nothing but cereal for four days.

He commented dryly, pushing past me, a small smile curling my lips, hoping that this little vibe he has is more present.

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It was eleven in the morning and we decided to make some breakfast, Simon was silent most of the time and did the work himself while I sat at the island and watched him. I watched the movements of his large hands and tattooed biceps. I hate to admit that he was fascinating to watch.

S: Isa, do something useful instead of staring at me.

I blush furiously as I feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I then stand up and try to help myself so as not to show the clear embarrassment on my face.

I grab a bowl of unbeaten eggs and start mixing them, only to catch an annoyed look from Simon seconds later.

I: What?

I frowned and looked up at him.

S: That's not how you do it.

I giggle and raise my shoulders questioningly.

I: Then how do you think I do it?

Simon walks behind me, wrapping both arms around me, one of his hands gripping the bowl while the other grips my fork. I feel the heat from his body radiating onto mine, sealing me in a bearable air.

He tilted the bowl slightly and started moving my hand with his in a circular motion. I smile at his behavior, finding his anger amusing.

S: So.

I start to giggle and lean my head back on his shoulder.

S: Why are you fucking laughing?

I bring my head forward again and shake my head while biting my bottom lip.

I: Nothing.

I grinned, thinking how much I want him to lose his self-control. Losing patience he claims it would take a lifetime to break. I wanted him to be like this more often.

Then he backs away from my body and takes the bowl away, turning on the stove.

I:...Why didn't you kill the snake?

He goes to the fridge before answering.

S: I actually like animals. I won't murder them if they don't have the same mental abilities as humans. That's why I hate humans, and I'm good at killing them.
I: ...but don't you ever wish your life was different?
S: I don't think I want my life to be different. Why? Do you?

Of course, I would choose to live a little like normal people, but I never really thought about it. Unlike my sister, I've always been someone who just rolls with the flow.

I: Actually... I don't know, there are certain things that just wouldn't feel right.
S: Exactly.

I get lost in deep thought and find myself admiring his side profile as he pours the eggs into the pan, he then turns his head towards me and narrows his eyes at me.

S: Are you done interrogating me?
I: I'm not sure.

I remarked, a smirk on my lips.

S: You're not funny.
I: HA! What do you know about being funny? All of these judgements come from Mr. Grumpy.
S: Take a damn nap or something.