Soiled Seed

Chapter Six

Chapter 6

Meeting HIM.

It’s been a little over a month. Lenin is NEVER home. I was getting really needy for another sweet treat. The problem was Lenin only had time to eat and sleep when he got home, because of his job. I officially kicked my fear of Lenin out the door. I followed him around on his days off, but he didn’t show any interest in doing anything like what we had done that one night. I was growing impatient.

Today he had his day off. Lenin is cooking our breakfast and here I am… staring at his back like I did the day we moved in. I liked watching Lenin. It was starting to become pretty addicting. I swooned at the sound of his voice; I would sneak out of my room to watch him wake up for work, came running when I heard the door open knowing he was home from work.

“I’m making pancakes, make sure you eat every bite.” Lenin’s gruff voice made me shudder and hug my chest. I tip toe over and wrap my arms around his middle making him jump in surprise. “You’ve been very touchy since we moved in here…” He says making me squeeze him tighter. Oh, he feels so warm and nice.

“…” I buried my face into his back and sniffed. He has become my favorite smell. I pulled my head back when he sighed. It was a very loud sigh and it sounded stressful.

“Do you, want to go to school?” Lenin asked suddenly. Did I want to go to school? I know school was for learning, and I know kids don’t like it. Lenin, Tommy and Hearn always came home complaining about their evil teachers and homework.

I shook my head not wanting to feel the way they did when they went to school. When Lenin pulled away from me I immediately changed my mind and nodded hugging him again this time from the front. He placed a hand on my head and pushed my forehead. I was now looking up at him my arms locked around him refusing to let go.

“What, are you doing? Let me go already.” He unlocked my arms and made me sit on the counter. He rubbed his face with both his hands and placed them at the side of my thighs. I couldn’t help but feel completely excited with this. I loved having him so close to me.

“You know the school right down the road? I’ve already registered you there. They know about our past so you’ll be in a special class to catch up with the kids your age.” Kids my age? Catch up with them? Was I stupid or something? Of course I’m stupid. I never went to school and I never learned any of the basic things.

“There is also the thing with you not being able to speak.” Lenin left the cooking pancakes to get something out of a plastic bag and gave it to me. “I know you don’t know how to write but you can practice this way and communicate with me.”

The white board was cold to the touch and the marker was attached to the board the way it was made to. Overwhelmed I popped open the marker and started to scribble on it. I can’t explain how happy I felt.  I look up at Lenin and hug his neck…and hugged his lips with mine.

Lenin allowed me to do it, but only for a second before he pulled away and went back to cooking. I would normally be really bothered about it, but my new gift distracted me. I happily scribbled all over it. I tried drawing Lenin, but it didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to. I erase it and try again. Still didn’t turn out how I wanted to capture Lenin’s amazing features.