Beautiful, sweet, smart, and a wanted criminal. He's not sure who she really is, but he's curious to find out.
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"She was fighting something inside of her and wanted to replace it with me. "
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We both left the palm reader shook. Neither of us wanted to say what she told us. It was quiet and awkward.
"I think we should go home early." Charlie suggested. I stopped in my tracks. The psychic said she would suggest that.
"What? You don't want to?" She questioned.
"What happened? You wanted to get away. Why the sudden urge to go home?" I asked her. She couldn't look me in the eye anymore. She hadn't held my hand or looked at me directly since walking out of there.
"Nothing happened. This just has all been too much." Of course she was lying. I knew what was wrong. The psychic told me.
"It's just the first day. Let's go lay down and regroup. Tomorrow let's lounge around the villa, eat, have sex , and relax." I kissed her forehead. "Ok?"
"Ok.." she agreed.
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We made it back to the villa. I was exhausted. Charlie looked bothered. I couldn't help but think about what the psychic told her. Did she expose me like she exposed her? She seemed shaken to the core. I was too , but she was showing it much more. Someone so calculated and in control seemed like she was spiraling.
I undressed and grabbed the blunt we left behind. I heard her vomiting in the bathroom.
"Charlie." I got up and went to check on her. "What's wrong Mama?" She sat down next to the toilet and began sobbing. Something was tearing her up.
"Talk to me." I picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bed. She continued to sob while I rubbed her hair. We sat there for a little while and she eventually got up to brush her teeth.
"What did the psychic tell you?" She asked me.
"Enough." I responded, not wanting to get into it. "Why is it bothering you so much?" I asked her.
"It's all of it. I hate...all of it." "All of what? Your double life? Is that why you shiver and cringe anytime someone calls you Coca?"
And just like that, she dried her tears and kissed me with as much passion as she could muster up. Anything not to be vulnerable.
Who are you Coca?
I let her have her moment, returning the kiss. She straddled me and took off her shirt. I wanted to stop her and force her to talk about what she was feeling. I knew she didn't want to do this. It was just a decoy to keep from opening up to me.
"Just make me forget. Please Izzy."
She was fighting something inside of her and wanted to replace it with me.
