Repressed (Wattys 2014 Winner)

Chapter 7

“How could you do this?” I snarled at my father, who was getting up from the table.

“I only have your best interests in mind.” He wiped his mouth with a tissue and went to his desk, I followed him.

“Best interests? Of who? Of you?” I asked. I was so angry, I felt like I could spit fire. My mother cleaned the table, she took the uneaten food and used dishes back to the kitchen.

“Milla, don’t argue.”

That’s when I lost it.

“ARGUE? Papa, I knew this bullshit would happen. I knew that you would say something that would fuck up the whole situation yet I brought him here. Only and only because I wanted you to know who I was in love with. I can’t fucking believe you’d do this. I am twenty-fucking-three years old and yet you are here sizing up my boyfriend as if I was sixteen and he was some adult with a driving license and a tattoo. I mean come on. I am so disappointed in you dad. Honestly, I thought you were above this.”

My dad didn’t reply, but my mother did, to him, “Thomas, she is right, you shouldn’t have done that to him. Look at him, he must be so broken now!”

“You keep your mouth shut, this is between my daughter and I,” My dad replied.

“YOU SHUT UP!” I screamed, “I can’t believe you’d do this to me. I love him, papa! I slept with him!”

“You what?” My dad slowly got up from his sleep.

“I had sex dad, with him and you know what? It was fucking mind blowing.” I replied edging towards the door of the house. I opened the door and climbed down the stairs, my mom and dad came after me.

“Milla, please!” My mom cried.

“No, mom. Enough is enough! I have to go, if I don’t I know that I will lose Alex.”

“You come back inside right now, Milania!” My father shouted.

“Make me.” I replied, I turned over my heels and ran.

“MILANIA!” My mother and father’s screams were fading as I ran faster and harder to a taxi stand.

***

I got in and anxiously waited till I reached the hotel. I threw a hundred pounds at the cabbie and ran out.

I opened the door of our suite and entered. It was dark. Alex must be sleeping. I felt like crying, he didn’t deserve that. I tiptoed to my room, wore a pair of sexy lace lingerie and went to his suite. I knew that this was no way of getting him in a good mood, but I loved him. And I knew that I couldn’t lose him. I softly opened the door and watched him in the darkness, he was sleeping. His bare chest exposed to the cold temperature of the room. It was rising and falling with every breath he took. I closed the door and went to the other empty side of his bed. I climbed on it, and put my head over his chest. I could hear his heartbeats. No sound could compare to the one I was hearing.

“Milla?” Alex whispered.

I put my finger to his lips, “Shh…I am right here. I am so sorry for what my dad said. I love you. Please don’t go.”

Alex ran his hand through my hair, “Milania…” He got up and switched on the side lamp, his hair was dishevelled, there were bags underneath his eyes, and his nose was red, “What are you doing here Milla?”

I pulled his face to mine, till our foreheads touched, “You won’t fucking leave me.” I growled, “I have given way too much for you to just walk away.”