Outlast fiction: Mrs.Gluskin

Chapter 17 Noodles with Sauce

~Marie~

I got up from Eddie's lap and walked over to answer the phone. "Hello?" I picked it up. "Marie..." It was Ana.
"Where are you, Ana?" I start questioning her. "I'm in Wilmington, Delaware. I-" she sounded excited for some reason, but I interrupted her. "Ana, what in the world are you doing in Wilmington!?" I was so angry and frustrated, I think my eye twitched. "I'm spending Thanksgiving with with James's family. Marie, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Look, we will be back in five days. I gotta go ,bye" Ana sounded as if she was in a rush or in a hurry.
Meanwhile, she left me stranded on the phone, leaving me mad and angry like I had to punch a wall. I slam the phone on to the
counter. And crashed on the empty side of the couch, the opposite side from Eddie. With one hand, I combed my hair to the side of my face and just let my mind flow of thoughts.
I did not know that it was November, I did not know that that it was Thanksgiving weekend, for I haven't checked the calendar in over three long, sad, lonely years.
Then I thought about Ana,
Why would she do this to me? It's been over three years since I last saw her. Three years of being cooped up in an asylum, alone and forgotten. Three years of being away from my sister, missing the moments in her life where she needs a protector, a big sister and not Shithead James. I used to think James was a good guy with a good house and a good income. I thought he was right for my sister, but it turns out, he's nothing but a woman beater. Always thinking that the man should be master and the woman should be the slave. Not my book. I don't believe that any women should be controlled by their husbands. Especially, hit. So now I worry for her, she was probably forced to go with him, forced to be his slave.
"Are you ok?" Eddie said coming closer and closer to my side of the couch. "Yeah, I'm fine" I said turning my head away from him. "How's your noise?" He said with hand on my cheek forcing me to look at him. "It's fine, It stopped bleeding" he stared at me with concerned eyes. "What's wrong?" He words were soft in my ear. "Ana and James are spending Thanksgiving in Delaware, and...." I didn't want to finish the sentence. "So let's spend Thanksgiving alone, just you and me" he said holding my hands together. I didn't really like the idea of me being alone for five days straight with only Eddie. Then I thought about our last conversation, maybe it might be a chance for us to get to know each other a little more.
I stopped and looked down at my blouse, it was covered in drops of blood. I stood up from the couch. "I should go and change" I said as I walked up stairs and went to my room.

~Eddie~

While Marie went up to change, I decided to walk around the house a little bit. The house was huge and modern looking, which really wasn't my style but it was nice. The walls were tall, and full of pictures. I looked at one which showed Ana in a wedding dress standing next to James, looking at him as if he was everything. I went to the next picture, this time it showed Marie in a long, red, silk dress giving her an perfect hourglass shape. Both her hands were in her lap and stand up straight, very lady like. Her long brown hair was laid behind her back, as she was posing in a very elegant way. I looked closely at the picture, she was everything I dreamed in a woman. Big curvy hips, small waist, big bust, full lips, big beautiful eyes,
Everything I every wanted in a woman.

Suddenly, I hear Marie humming in the kitchen. She was singing a lullaby made for going to sleep of what it sounds like. I leaned against the wall, listening to the sound of her sweet, tender voice. I peeked behind the wall and found her over a stove cooking noodles, wearing only black jeans, flats, and a black and white shirt with sleeves. She looked nice from the back. She turned to look at me, then back at the stove. "Hey Eddie, dinners almost ready. Have a seat" she said as I walked in and right next to the table. She came to the table holding a pan of noodles and sauce, in the other she was holding two plates. Her hands were full.

She set a plate in front of me full of noodles then poured sauce over them. Marie then handed me a sliver ware, I tried the noodles. All I tasted in my mouth was a variety of flavors, mixed into one spectacular taste. I ate some more and looked up at Marie. "This is delicious!" I said, she gave me a warm smile then sat down right next to me eating along with me. Since I was done first, I turn to Marie who was still eating and said "This is so good, what's it called?" She paused and cleaned her mouth with a napkin. "Spaghetti" she answered. I stood back in my chair wondering how did it taste like spaghetti. When somebody else made spaghetti it didn't taste as wonderful as this. I look at her and she look at me and I whispered "This is the best spaghetti I ever had"