Amori

Chapter 6: Roman Meets Pierre

Roman, so how did you react when you first... saw Pierre? We're you... welcoming?

Are you fucking kidding me? Violet steals my car for a moment to buy herself some, I don't know, tampons then she comes home with this literally bloody kid who kept on painting red on my lawn and you people expect me to go welcome them in embrace? Of course not!

I understand Roman but I would request for you to calm down, I understand very well that whatever that might have happened that we are trying to recollect could bring up some very emotional outbursts but I would just like for you to...

Can we just get on with this? Do you want to hear the story or not?

Right... yeah, I... what happened when Violet brought Pierre in?

Not so fast, you see, she drifted the car into my garage making all that whirring noise and my ears and eyes couldn't just believe what I witnessed. Anyone could just imagine how my jaw was buried down to the ground, there was fucking dust and smoke in the air. She got down from the car without care that I just saw what she did to my car. She walked to the other side and picked up this boy wearing a white buttoned up polo, blood was all over his shirt and they were all from his nose and mouth dripping down like a waterfall. They were almost of the same height, maybe the boy was an inch taller I couldn't tell cause he was limping his way as Violet assisted him towards the front door. Bitch, she didn't even say anything and went past me.

"What are you doing?" I clutched on her arm.

"Can you get the door please?"

"You stole my car."

"The door please"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Roman!"

Just like that. She shouted my name and I broke. I found my hand freely opening the door for them. It was resounding. Stunned as I was, I didn't notice that the boy slipped from her grasp and fell face planted on the floor, smearing an artwork of red all over.

"Roman, don't just stand there! Help me out here!" her voice in command.

Obligated, I stooped down on the boy's side and helped him up back leaning to Violet who kept on dragging him. They got away from my grasp while I was left there standing, not knowing what to do or how I should react.

"Hey! Hey... careful with th... oh shit no" that was all I could muster as I watched Violet dropped the boy down on one of the white couches in my living room. Of all the couches, it just had to be the one on the center, the largest one. He laid down there on his back, his legs were on the edge, feet still on the floor. Violet removed his brown loafers quick without the slightest disgust on her actions as she threw the dusty shoes on the side, my black furry carpet.

She turned to me and asked if I had a first aid kit or anything like two pieces of white cloth, one dry and one damp. I rushed upstairs and scrambled in my bathroom's dresser leaving some stuff I took out of no use on the floor. Running downstairs, I almost tripped on my own foot trying to hurry my way down since I've been hearing Violet's calls for me to get back to her fast. Immediately, she grabbed a hold of the pile of soft white towels that I hugged in my arms.

It was enchanting to see her take care of the boy like that. When you watch her move, there is this gentle touch that even I can feel from a distance. She reminded me of my mother. As an only child, I was left alone to find things in our large backyard to entertain myself. From catching bugs to climbing trees, I was pretty susceptible to getting cuts and bruises. My mother had to attend to me crying out at the back with a scraped knee for most of the time since my dad had to leave for work. I can always picture her looking at me without judgment, without that hint of anger instead the corner of her lips rose up to a comforting smile telling me how proud she is of me. All I did was be a kid yet she was proud of me.