Bittersweet

Chapter 1

It was a cloudy morning and it was raining. There was a heavy sound of rain and thunder outside. Worick still slept as usual, and Nicolas had already woken up and did some of the jobs they were in charge of today. Alex woke up with a little neck pain because of an uncomfortable couch.
The rain became quiet, but it continued to fall. Alex took her blanket and pillow and put them on the side. She wore one of her newer dresses that Worick bought her. She didn't want him to spend money on her, but he insisted. Her dress was short, black with a deep cut on her chest and she had lace up to her elbows. She put on her heels and headed for Worick's room to wake him up. It was already 8:10 am. She went into the room and went to his bed. He slept like a baby. Alex felt bad because she has to wake him up and disturb his peace. She touched his shoulder and shaken it. In turn, he gave her a tired smile.
"Good morning, Worick, it's time to wake up. You and Nicolas have to do some important job today."
Worick immediately sat up and looked at her quickly.
"What time is it?" he asked as he rose from the bed as fast as he could.
"It's about half past nine now."
"Why didn't that bastard Nicolas wake me up?" Alex looked at him as he ran to the bathroom and quickly started to get ready. While he was racing with time, Nicolas returned from a small delivery he had made. His jacket was soaking wet and the water dripped from his hair.
He noticed her but he didn't look at her directly or greeted her. Alex had been slightly offended by that before, but she is used to it by now. She has been living with them for some time now but she still doesn't get along with Nicolas that well. She always feels as if she is bothering him or anoying him. She hopes that that will change.
Worick just returned from the bathroom when Nicolas started to take a few more packages to deliver.
"Why didn't you wake me up? Today we have a big job to do. What would have happened if I overslept?" Nicolas looked at him with a blank look.
"Maybe you should try to wake up on time at least once in a while." Alex has already learned a lot from the sign language so she already understands it a little bit better. She needs more practice but she's doing pretty good for now.
When they took everything they needed they were ready to go. Worick warned her that they might be home late so she doesn't have to wait. That meant Alex would be alone all day.

When they left, Alex responded to calls as usual, but after a while phone stopped ringing and she became bored. She watched through the window how rain drops when they touch the ground splash into a million smaller drops. She rose from the table and started to look at books on the shelfs hoping to find something to read. She found a book that seemed interesting, so she started to read it.
While reading Alex lost track of time. It was already noon. She started to feel hungry so she went downstairs to the kitchen. She found some food that was left from yesterday's lunch. After the meal she washed the dishes and went to go back upstairs but stopped beside the armchair at which Nicolas always exercise. She had a strong desire to sit on that chair so she sat down. She took off her heels and rested pleasantly on the armchair while resting her legs beside her chest. The armchair had Nicolas's scent. The smell of him and his shampoo filled her nostrils. She felt her body relax and she slowly started to feel sleepy. Her body and mind surrendered and she fell asleep.
The sound of the thunder woke her up. She got out of the armchair and walked upstairs. It was around 7 pm and the rain continued to fall. Alex hoped Worick and Nicolas had some dry place to stay and that they were not in trouble. She walked away from the window and headed toward the bathroom. She showered and changed in her sleeping clothes. She prepared her blanket and pillow. She lied down on couch. Rain was still falling.

Raindrops fell and as they touched the ground they spilled into a million smaller drops. Alex thought it would be nice if she could be one of those drops. Perhaps then she would no longer feel this emptiness and solitude.