Teddy knocks on the door.
-Is everything okay?
-I'm fine.
-Can you open the door?
I slowly open it.
-What's going on?
-Nothing.
-Are you stressed out? Because, if you are I can help you with it.
He leans on the doorframe, with a spark in his eyes.
No! You won't do that to me again, not if I can do something about it.
-I'm alright. I've just been through a lot of emotions lately.
-Is it because of those boys? I told you, they weren't good for you. I'm the best to take care of the little treasure you are.
I press my lips together, trying not scream at him, to get out of my home. If I do that, he is going to get angry and he'll stay longer.
-You really look good.
I look away.
-Listen, I'm sorry, alright?
-It's fine. I'm just tired.
Of you! I'm tired of you. Get out of my life! What is wrong with you? Why can't you understand the word "no". You have issues and I don't want to be your punching bag.
- I have to go.
-You do?
-I'll come back tomorrow evening.
-Nice.
He takes me in his arms and carries me to my bedroom. I get under the covers and he kisses my forehead. He puts my phone on the nightstand. He walks out, I hear the front door closing and locking. I start to sob in the dark. I said, he wouldn't get me again. I need to fight. No, I need the boys. You can do this on your own.
The ceiling is empty, I am used to see stars on it. The bed is empty, there is no one to keep me safe.
I want to scream. I need help.
I end up falling asleep. I have an agitated night. I dream about Tyler painting me.
His eyes are so close to mine, I could dive into them. I grab his hair, while he is kissing my collar bone. He takes his paintbrush and start dragging it on my chest. He lowers the sheet and kisses my breasts. Then between them. Go down until he reaches my belly button. His hands are sliding on my sides, to remove the sheet completely. He lays kisses everywhere.
I wake up with tears running down my cheeks. I want to see him. I want to make sure, he is fine and he is taking care of himself.
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Painting
RomansaThree people. Each with a different past. A girl who doesn't drink, two old friends. The end of a party in a cabin, two hours away from the city. What could go wrong? What could be good? Will she have to make a choice? In a world that becomes more...
