Our Reflection

21• I Put A Spell On You

Cheryl Blossom POV

"Do you promise to call me every day?"

"Promise."

"And that will not be filled with sweets?"

"I do not promise."

Theo laughed and I grabbed him, spreading kisses across his face.

He wiped a tear that insisted on running down my cheek and gave me a kiss.

"Don't cry, Mom."

"I will miss you."

"I will miss you too, but this is not goodbye, see you in two months."

"Okay"

I hugged the little one again and got up, coming face to face with Mark.

"If he doesn't come back in two months, I'll put you in hell after you."

"Do not worry, Satan, he will return safely. Of course ... if you deposit the amount that I said."

I closed my fists so I wouldn't hit the German's convinced face and he took Theo's shoulder.

"Let's go, son, they are already calling our flight."

I watched my little one walking away with his father and Mark gave me one last look, followed by a smirk.

I wanted to tell the FBI that this was a Nazi kidnapping children to recruit them, but that would be too childish.

As much as I hated the idea of ​​seeing Theo traveling with Mark back to Berlin, I needed to accept, after all, the boy missed the useless.

I decided I had nothing else to do at that airport and started walking towards the parking lot, I was dying to eat something different.

As soon as I got in the car, I picked up the phone and dialed the only number I knew by heart. After three rings, a tired voice answered me.

"What?"

"Lunch?"

"By God, it's nine o'clock in the morning! But if you asked me for coffee, I would accept it without a second thought."

"The point is, we are not going to have lunch in Los Angeles."

"Okay, you got my attention. Where are we going?"

"I'm leaving the airport now, I arrive at your house in half an hour, get ready. Little kisses."

"But, Cheryl..."

Before giving her a chance to deny my invitation, I ended the call and started driving towards her house.

I turned on the radio and a classic piano tune invaded the car, turning me off for a few seconds.

Of course, I remembered Toni, especially the way we met last.

Her body was bruised because of the injuries caused by my sister, but then the aggressiveness when talking about how she liked the act.

I confess that calling her a bitch was not the best thing to say at the moment, but I do not withdraw any of my words.

Three months had passed and we have not exchanged a word since the incident at the lake hut, I was not picking up Theodore at the château anymore, I let Mark do that.

It's not that I didn't want to see her, but that would lead to more discussions.

About Marjorie, well ... I didn't like looking at her face anymore, now much less.