House of wax I. - Coming back

8. Coming back (3/3) Final decision

Hey! Thanks for 200+ reading, I am so happy about that ;D. That's the reason why I've decided to post new story today. How will Vincent react to Lisabeth's plan? What is Bo trying to do?

Lisabeth
„What's wrong? Don't you remember me?" I asked Vincent. He changed a bit. I think he wears different type of mask and his hair is longer. It's so weird to be back. It's not the same atmosphere. Right when I came there I knew something was wrong. Did Vincent really attacked me? Maybe Bo told him some lies... Okay, damn, I hope everything will go well. Vincent was still looking at me, when Bo started: „Okay,Vince. I believe, that you remember this mademoiselle, Lisa. She just stopped by, I hope you don't mind." I looked at Bo inquiringly. What the heck did he just say? Why don't he just says, 'hey, don't you remember Lisa?' He acted so careful. Vincent was alternately looking at me and Bo. It couldn't continue like that. I need to talk to Vincent - alone.

I took him by his arm and quickly went with him to his room and locked. Bo didn't expected that, so he stood outside the door. „LISA, GODDA*MNIT! OPEN the door, Lisa sweetheart." „Shut up there!" I kicked the door. Vincent was standing by the wall, watching me and it was making me really nervous. „Mhm, so. I don't know what was happening here, but, hey, Vincent, listen." I wanted to stroke his wax cheek or hair, touch him anyhow, but he blenched. „Okay, I see. I don't know your actual situation, but I worked really hard. I mean; I was working hard 24/7 and I think I got it." I took a stool, stood on it and whispered in his ear: „I got a money, I got a place. We can open our own „House of wax"!" He looked at me wonderingly and then pushed me off the stool. I fell on my back and hit my head. „Ouch, Vincent! Why did you do that?" He shouted out something at me, but I couldn't really understand him. When he realized, that I have no clue, what he is saying, he took a pencil, a piece of a rumpled paper and angrily wrote something on it. He then raised me up on my feet and put the paper in my back-pocket, then he opened the door and pushed me out. It all happened in like 3 seconds.

Bo looked at me sneeringly. „See? He's not in good psychical condition." He took me around shoulders and we went downstairs. It was really late. I laid on a couch, when Bo was going to make some tea. I was falling asleep, when I saw Bo above me, asking me: „Don't you want to lay on bed? I mean, sorry for waking you up, but this couch isn't really comfy and it's being cold down here." I looked drowsily and nodded. We went to some bedroom, with huge double bed. I laid there, when I realized, that Bo will be sleeping there as well. Okay, I sighed, I hope he is smart enough to do not anything inappropriate.
I was falling asleep, when I felt his hand on my hip. „BO! What the f*ck? I'm tired, let me sleep, but if this means sleeping in the bed, I'm going back on the couch." „Ok. Sorry. I just, you know, when we were dating..." „We weren't dating, Bo! The thing we did, it can't be call dating. We haven't even kissed. And now, leave me alone. I dare you to touch me once more!" I turned away from him and fell asleep.
The next day I woke up around 7 o'clock, Bo was luckily still sleeping. I went to bathroom in the tube full of water, warm water. I put there a lot of shower gel, so there were bubbles all over the water surface and my body. I was enjoying the bath very much, when Bo came in, like nothing was happening. „Oh, good morning, Lisa. Sorry for disturbing you, would you mind, if I'd brush my teeth here?" He said and kept curiously looking at my naked skin. Thank god for the bubbles. „No, hey Bo, I would mind. Gimme 5 minutes!" „But actually, this is my house, so I should by the „commander" here.." „Just leave!" I yelled at him and he finally left. Such a jerk. I quickly dried myself and realized, that my clean clothes is in my car... So I take on my underwear and bra and the only shirt I found in whole bathroom. It was white and long. I don't know, if it was Vincent's or Bo's. They are both very tall, so for me it was more like a dress than a shirt.
Then I remembered about the paper Vincent gave me yesterday. I found it in the back-pocket and opened it.

Excuse my behaviour, I have no damn idea, what to think about it.
You left, sent no letters and suddenly, you're back, hoping it's alright.
I don't even know if you're just kidding. I really don't.

What? I did send him about 10 letters!? He was the one that didn't answer! I took a pen from my jeans and wrote on the other side of paper: 11:00, your room - explanation.

I hope he'll get it. I quietly went near his room and put the paper under door. Then I went to kitchen, where Bo was already waiting and seemed really „curious" when he saw me in the shirt. „This Vincent's shirt does really suits you, my dear! How did you sleep?" I rolled eyes. „Bolton! I'm not your dear! And I slept quite well." I shook my head and reached out my hand for a bread. Bo took my hand and laid it on his face. „No? What a shame. Wouldn't you like to try that once more?" I pulled my hand back. „Bo! No. I just want to have breakfast. Shoudn't you go to job?" I looked out of the window and I saw a storm outside. „Maybe someone will need a help." He looked outside as well, than confusedly at me. „Job? Oh, sure. Well, okay. You better stay inside." He took his coat and left. 9.30.
There we go. I ate a slice of bread and went through the whole house. Like literally. I started to look inside cupboards, bookshelves and drawers. What I found really shocked me. I hold some papers and letters in my trembling hands. I sat on couch and started reading. Psychological test, patient Bolton Nicholas Sinclair. What? Split personality and occasional memory loss. Like seriously? I started to feel a lil' bit sorry for him. Next, I realized I'm holding 10 letters in my hands. Those letters I sent Vincent. So, it's true. They were delivered, but Bo took them and Vincent never saw them. I put the psychological thing back, but I took letters with me. It was almost 11:00 (AM) so I went directly to Vincent's room. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I didn't have to wait a long time. Vincent opened the door and invited me in.

„Hey Vince. Of course I excuse you. I mean, ten years is really long time. Since I graduated I worked a lot. Mc'Donalds, cleaner, office secretary and summer jobs. I saved up a lot of money. Enough to make my and your dream come true. Open our own 'House of wax'. Not in here. But in LA. At least we can try. But I got money, place and also sponsors. Are you in it with me? Oh, and I brought you these. Bo must've hid them away from you. Sorry." I explained the whole situation to him and gave him letters. I kept looking at my feet, hoping it's gonna go well. Suddenly he gave me a piece of paper:

Ain't you kidding??

„No, no. Just please, come with me. I'm begining to feel scared of Bo. I want you to be happy. If you won't like it, you can go back anytime you'll like. I just... Was working so hard for all of this and I hope its going to work." Tears started to came down my face. Vincent wiped them and hugged me. I felt so happy.

„Whe- are w- leav-n-?"

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