Chapter 4:

Her

Magnum Opus


“Your mom died?”Bookmark here

“Yes, it was long ago.”Bookmark here

I´m at loss of words.Bookmark here

“How did she die?”Bookmark here

Her expression changes for a bit, it looked uneasy for an instant. “She had an accident.” She said looking at me going back to her usual coldness. Bookmark here

Hell no, if what she says is true, this part of the city was a warzone. She probably was killed.Bookmark here

“How about that?!” I point towards the newspapers on the wall. “She was part of a mafia isn´t she?” Bookmark here

“No, she dated a guy from the mafia. Don´t get too carried away, what I told you it´s true. I just don´t feel ready to give you details.” Bookmark here

“The guy from the newspaper… is he your father?” I asked expecting to provoke a reaction on her.Bookmark here

“Yes, he´s my father.” She said without hesitating.Bookmark here

“So, he got you enrolled to school?”Bookmark here

“Yes, you can say that.”Bookmark here

Unbelievable. I am not capable of reading her mind in the slightest. It´s so confusing.Bookmark here

“Are you okay?” she asked with a preoccupied voice.Bookmark here

“Yes, I think I´m tired.” Bookmark here

So, she shows concerned about me, but she isn´t ready to talk about why she is helping me and why her mother died. However, she can talk freely about any other sensitive theme without hesitation. It seems that she´s just too introvert. I´m an idiot, she´s a loner what was I expecting from her. Damn, this whole situation is affecting my reasoning already. I should take her offer to sleep on the couch. Bookmark here

“Wha…?! What are you doing?!” I said after making up my mind. She´s getting dress in front of me. Bookmark here

“I´m dressing up. Why? Does it bother you?” She said without looking at me.Bookmark here

“Yes! What is wrong with you?!” The moment I said those words, she froze. Did I sound too rude?Bookmark here

“Go out.” She´s said.Bookmark here

“What?”Bookmark here

“Go out, if you feel uncomfortable, then go out. I need to change.” She said.Bookmark here

I stand up, and leave the room. Unbelievable, doesn´t she have any common sense? How was she raised? Does she even know how to read? I need to calm down, every time I think about this I lose my cool. I take a deep breath. Being with her is really troublesome, no wonder why she doesn´t have any friends.Bookmark here

The door opens. Bookmark here

She comes out with sheets, pillows and blankets. Also, she´s wearing black pants and a loose shirt. Bookmark here

“Take:” She says while throwing at me those things. Bookmark here

I take them and begin to prepare to sleep on the couch. Bookmark here

“Good night”. She said after sitting on her couch. Bookmark here

“Good ni… What?! Are you going to sleep here?”Bookmark here

“Yes, is there any problem?”Bookmark here

“Of course there is! Don´t you have a room?” I said almost shouting.Bookmark here

“I´ve never had a room for myself and I don´t want to sleep in my mom´s bedroom, it makes me feel bad.” She said with her eyes close.Bookmark here

“But, where did you sleep when you were a kid?”Bookmark here

“Sometimes out…. the bathroom…. Here on the couch and in someone else´s house.” She said yawning now and then.Bookmark here

What type of life did she have? Maybe that´s why she´s so antisocial. I´m starting to believe she killed her mom.Bookmark here

“Did you hate your mom?” I asked.Bookmark here

“….” She opens her mouth but as soon as she opened it she closes it. Bookmark here

“I don´t know, and don´t want to talk about that. Now, shut up and sleep.” She said.Bookmark here

Her avoiding my question, makes uneasy. I don´t think I can trust her when she can´t tell me how her mother died. I have to be careful…Bookmark here

I know I´m asking too much, but she needs to realize that I can´t simply trust in her that easily. Yes, she has saved my life two times in a week but she makes it look suspicions for not giving me reasons. I hate to say it, but maybe she´s just dumb. Bookmark here

Without knowing, I fall asleep. Bookmark here

It´s morning, I can´t say I rested well but it certainly was better than when we first got in here, that time I was exhausted, it was more like I fainted rather than fell asleep. Food. It smells like Hope is cooking, it smells nice or probably I´m just starving for not having eaten since god know when. Bookmark here

“Oh, you woke up. Come, let´s have breakfast.” She said with a different expression. Was she perhaps happy? I´m so drowsy that I couldn’t see her well. Bookmark here

I stood up and walked towards the kitchen. It´s a pretty normal one compared to her mom´s bedroom and considering she said she used to sleep here. A table for a small family, there is space for four people and over the table are the dishes. Sandwich egg and inside something that resemblances bacon and cheddar cheese. Two cups of orange juice and some hot cakes. It looks good. I take a sit and she does as well. I start off by drinking juice to clear my throat. Bookmark here

“Hmm? Aren´t you going to eat?” I ask after noticing she was just looking at me, maybe she´s waiting for my reaction. I should start eating after all, I´m curious about the type of expression she would make. Bookmark here

I bite the sandwich. I can feel the cheddar cheese almost melted fit so well with the egg, the bacon on the other hand intensifies the flavor of these ingredients. Damn, it tastes better than I thought. How can something this simple tastes so good. I wonder what kind of face I made, it caught me out of guard. I feel a little embarrassed for lowering my guard so I look at her.Bookmark here

“Whoa...” I What a beautiful smile, she doesn´t look the same, it´s like two different persons. Her face it´s adorable.Bookmark here

“Did you like it?” She says with a smile bringing me back to the present.Bookmark here

“Yes.” I responded without thinking. Bookmark here

“Good.” She says, and after that she proceeds to eat as well. Bookmark here

“How did you learn to cook?” I asked.Bookmark here

“I learn by myself.” She says calmly.Bookmark here

“Did you cook for your mother?”Bookmark here

“Yes.” She says with a bitter tone of voice. Why is talking about her mom so difficult. I´m getting more and more interested, I can´t tell if they got along well or not. Bookmark here

“It´s great” I say. “When did you start cooking?”Bookmark here

“I don´t remember, maybe when I was six or seven years old.” Bookmark here

“You mother must have loved it”. I say that to see if she opens up a little.Bookmark here

“I don´t know, she never said anything about it. But I´m sure she hated it at the beginning when learning.” She says with a bitter look.Bookmark here

“Maybe she didn´t know how to express how she felt.”Bookmark here

She stops eating after hearing me say that. Bookmark here

“Maybe…” She said with a low tone of voice and then continued eating.Bookmark here

“Sorry, I won´t talk about your mom, all I wanted to say is that it tastes really good. You should be proud.” I said that trying to cheer her up.Bookmark here

She turns her eyes on me it seems she did not expect that. I turn my eyes away feeling ashamed. Why am I saying these things to her? Yes, she is helping me but I don´t have to forget that someone tried to killed two times already.Bookmark here

After all that, we finish eating.Bookmark here

She´s washing the dishes while I am still sitting on the table finishing the orange juice. I wonder if all this that just happened made her happy.Bookmark here

Suddenly, I hear various motorcycles approaching. Wasn´t this place inhabited? She immediately stops washing the dishes and heads to the window to have a view of the outside. Bookmark here

COME OUT YOU BITCH!! THIS TIME YOU WON´T GET AWAY EASILY!!Bookmark here

“What´s happening?” I say a little terrified. It seems they´re after her. Bookmark here

“It´s the mafia.” She says irritated and heads towards the kitchen but stops abruptly. Bookmark here

“What? What happen? Are you okay?” I asked in total confusion.Bookmark here

“Do you think violence is bad?” She asks me in the same place she stopped without turning back at me.Bookmark here

“Ah? I don´t know, maybe in self-defense. Sometimes you just have to protect yourself.” What am I saying? I sound stupid.Bookmark here

“Just in self-defense…” She then takes a kitchen knife. She looks more determined now. “Go and hide. They are after me; you don´t have to get involved in this.” She says with a firm tone of voice, no it was more like an order a mom would give to her child. Bookmark here

I hear footsteps from the outside, they are here.Bookmark here

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