“How are you classifying your father? What exactly am I doing? Your father only assists me. Why are you looking down on what he is performing to help?” I let my mouth hang open as if I couldn't believe what he was asserting. He may be correct, but I will not allow him to continue believing what he is speculating.
“I wasn't born yesterday that I don't know what you've been doing,” he declared, taking both of my hands and leaning me against the wall. My hands have now risen over my head. I turn my head to the left so that our faces don't come into contact. He'll get to kiss me, just from a safe distance away.
“How come you think like that if you weren't born yesterday? Allow me to go!” I struggled with all my effort to free my hand from his grasp as I let go of his strangling banister. The only difference now is that I know where I'm headed and how to get there.
He did not, however, release his clutch. His refusal to speak to me was as terrible as the tight rope Maxine had once used on me. I was even more surprised and shocked when he placed one of his legs in the center of mine. I was surprised, but I didn't show it.
"If I could do to you the simple gestures you made to my father, what reaction will you have?”
I couldn't believe his lip was already on mine. He moved in time with his rhythm. He tasted it with each phase as if he just grabbed a chocolate box, tasting each piece. My knees quickly weakened like jello, and butterflies crept up my throat, preventing me from swallowing. They were caught in my throat, eager to go out merely to beat up a man they hadn't seen in a long time. But they all came to a halt when Andrius inadvertently detained them.
“See? You are weak, too. You are also just one of those people who are easily tempted by blazing body heat when something simple is done to you.” He stopped. “Just like my father.”
I was astounded that a bug could have entered my mouth via such a large space. I wouldn't be able to travel back in time if the door hadn't banged. What did the heck happen? My body slipped into the wall because my feet couldn't take it any longer, and they fell like water as if tossed on the floor. I collapsed on my knees. I still can't believe what occurred.
“Ha!” My sigh was accompanied by a sneer devoid of affection. That was a defeated smile. I believed I had a chance today, but what he did turned the fight on its head. Maybe in online games, and they'll name it “come back.”
Come back.
I should be the one to use those words because this is the day I will show elegance and come back. I just leaned my head against the wall and rested myself so that I could regain my strength. Furthermore, I rummaged in my purse for the phone and dialed Aiza's number.
I closed my eyes.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exha—
“What happened?”
I opened my eyes because of the speaker on the other line. I pinched myself with sharp nails. If I didn’t do that, I might not be able to speak because Andrius seems to have taken my brain out the door. I don’t know what to call my plan. It is successful or failure? Not knowing what to say, I just let what came out of my mouth.
“Success. Send me a driver.”
That's what I told her as I knock the back of my head against the wall since I knew that wasn't the correct response. I'm simply trying to keep myself from making another blunder. How long will I continue to attain things that I am not assured of? I must have been strong, well, and standing because of the amount of time I've wasted.
I need to present myself to the things I want to do to let them know how much I've battled with all they've made me feel, but why is this?
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