The Guardian Angel - Translation

5. You Like Me

On the one hand after yesterday's meeting with the twins I felt better. Music effectively relaxed me, and I even more, I realized that this too damn missed. For this and for such meetings. On the other hand, I felt a growing sense of guilt and anger for what I did after a party in the parking lot. Calum attitude did not surprise me at all, although I was disappointed with it. But I knew that Hood is stubborn and, before him, this anger will pass well enough to talk to me, it will take time. I had to, so be patient.

          I got up today, much earlier than usual. Probably this was due to the fact that since appeared in my life Michael, ceased parties and drunkenness to the almost unconscious. Morning hangover, nausea and headaches are gone, and I felt like I slowly regained control of himself. Although it was only a few days, I have seen little improvement.

          I stood in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. I put on something other than the usual sandwiches, which deigned to for so long. I made scrambled eggs. I took a deep breath, turning back, I hoped that someone would stand behind me. The truth was that sobriety brought together a strange sense of loneliness. Silence and emptiness prevailing in the apartment, began to be on his way quite overwhelming. It is possible that somewhere in the middle of building a fear in me, and so that's all I'm done alone. Maybe I can fix a relationship with Calum. Can even contact with the family will improve. Certainly approached it too selfish, telling myself that it still is not enough. As if to happiness I was missing one element, which he could not yet find and fully understand it.

          I put a plate of scrambled eggs. Flooded boiling cup of tea. I added everything two fresh rolls, which I bought in the morning. I was alone with myself, I did not even had to force myself to this to move your ass and go shopping and to prepare something different for breakfast. I just wanted to do it. Little success, given that the previously preferred not to extend the nose of the house, and I went to the store when the fridge was empty and there was nothing to eat. He then immediately bought alcohol which bunkrowałem in cabinets.

          I turned around, feeling like I'm getting more and more hungry. However, as soon as I did, in front of his eyes appeared to me blue shag. Instinctively I screamed, overshoot the back. I ran to the counter, hitting him ass. A plate of scrambled eggs and bread rolls fell out of my hands, shattering on the floor and messing it scraps of food. My fingers tightened harder on the cup, but he spilled himself and tiles. I growled in pain as the hot liquid met with my skin. The result was that the cup and flew down. It crashed, and he disintegrated into small pieces.

- Whore, Michael! - I cried, not even hiding the rage.

- Oops - he said, chuckling under his breath. - I did not mean to scare you. - I looked at him, not for a moment believe in his words. - Maybe a little - corrected, with an air of innocence.

- Because of you, in the end I drop on a fucking heart attack - he hissed, chilling at him.

- I will not let you die, as long as you do not help me return to the former position.

- Text worthy Guardian Angel - I snorted in disbelief.

- Healer!

- Fuck you - I said, then grimaced when I felt a strong burning sensation in your hand. Burn it made itself known. The skin turned red, and I knew it would be a matter of time, how come there white bubbles.

- Hurts a lot?

- Fuck you, fuck.

- Hey, do not be so rude, I can not help you.

- Oh, I forgot that you are worried only about its Posadka. Mother, how fast can you screw up someone humor.

           Clifford pursed his lips, moving them slightly. He glanced at me with the air of a whipped dog, and I turned the eyes. Przesłodko looked at this issue ... But I was so pissed off at him.