Salty Wet Kisses

1: When I first saw you

Ranvir

"Galloway, where have you been"? My mother says lowly, her soft brown hair in a mess from pulling her fingers through it in frustration. Her once bright green eyes almost grey, watering at the sight of my father.

He had just walked through the doors of our four million dollar beach house when my mother again engaged in another fight. As soon as my father saw her a frown emitted from the wrinkles on his face. Those were the kind of wrinkles that you get when you worry and work everyday. 

He shuffled to fix his lab coat and tie before opening his mouth to reply. "I was busy on my project. you wouldn't remember what it means to be busy would you my love". It was three in the afternoon, he had been gone since early morning yesterday. My father once again spending his days in the lab. "Charlotte and I w-"

Before he could utter another word my mother slapped my father. The sound of the sharp loud smack made my eyes blur with tears. I've seen my parents argue many times but never  seen them hit each other. I was scared. Maybe it was fear for my mother because I could see the anger in my fathers eyes or maybe it was fear my family would be to an end now.

"Don't you dare say her name to me!" She was hysterical. Her eyes were wide and her perfect nose was red from crying.

"Don't you dare put your fucking hands on me woman, before I make you regret it for the rest of your life"! He began to pace back and forth against the white marbled floor." You don't know whats happening. You are jumping to conclusions. What you did is a fact and your lucky that I'm keeping you around. Une fille vénale".

"Brûle en enfer"

"I should've, burning in hell would be more enjoyable then seeing your wife rub against another man in front of his coworkers" My father words were menacing and cold. His eyes dark and scary.

"It was one dance. You make me feel so lonely Galloway! Everyday I'm reminded how more important your precious work is compared to your family". She suddenly lets out a desperate frustrated scream that startled me and made more tears pour out of my eyes. "You fucked her... that assistant of yours. I know you have. She gives me a look every time I see her. You don't understand how I'm dying inside Galloway. You don't"!

"Yes because everyday I'm not reminded how much you don't care about my work and how you became this woman who I am not attracted to anymore. You think I'm happy? you think my life is easy? God forbid I find someone who's smart, excites me, and gets my cock wet".

I wish this could stop. I wish I could see my father's smile again, not this mean horrible man. I wish I could hear my mother's laugh again and not this depressed woman. I wanted to feel happy again, I wanted to run back to where everything was okay.

So I did just that and ran. Given I couldn't run back in time when my family was still a family really, since I was only twelve and hadn't figured out time travel yet. But now I had to find another place to run. A place where I didn't cry. So I ran to the ocean.

I didn't even put my shoes on as I ran from the house. I could hear the faint calls of Elena, our cook/live in nanny. I'm sure she was wiping her hands on that rag she kept  hung in front of the kitchen sink. She called my name until I couldn't hear her anymore. The sounds of the ocean waves drowning her voice out.

This new mansion my father bought was clean and white, boring for my young mind. The big body of salt water that came with it was another story completely. I loved the ocean. I loved it so much. Something about the salty air and cold water excited me. It felt more like home then the one I had with my parents, Elena and my sister.

The truth is, I love my mother and father despite the torture they put me through. I just wished they would try for their son and daughter instead of screaming at each other. With my father never being home and my mother almost always staring at her art ,never using her paintbrushes.