Love hurts

From Melody's perspective.4

- It's already the fourth little note this week! Ash is such an inadmissible thing.

— Ok.

I look at him in amazement and try to stay calm, despite the fact that Ash always manages to stretch my nerves to the limit. Rolling over the doll, he lazily takes out a cigarette and lights it right under my eyes. He amusedly blows the blackish smoke in my direction, then snorts ironically.

"Ash, I'm going too far." Don't be silly with your mother.

Harry also intervenes in our discussion but he is in vain. He rolls his eyes in response to his father's remark, then continues to pull the insatiable one out of that damn cigarette.

- Why do you always have to be so insensitive?

He turns his lightning head towards me and rests his dark gaze on me for a few seconds. I hold my position firmly and touch it with my eyes.

Ash has been out of control since he turned 15. It hasn't changed at all for three years now, although it always promises the same thing. At first he was a child in his place, although he always had a penchant for this irresponsible behavior. He was always making too much exaggeration for his young age. But I could easily keep him in check, but now all I do is in vain.

Ash leaned more and more toward his father's dark side. Towards that part bathed in hatred. I always gave him the love and understanding he needed, maybe that's why I don't even understand his superior and disgusting behavior and attitude towards all the people around him.

Angrily he gets up from the table after putting out his cigarette and slams on the sofa in the living room, completely ignoring any of our requests.

Oh no, I'm tired of this behavior. I follow him to the other room.

"Ash, you'd better apologize and review this hooligan behavior."

"Mom, you're exaggerating, like every time." Just go after my head.

Harry appears out of nowhere and snatches the remote control, which he pushes nonchalantly from his hand. I look slightly disappointed at my only son. I didn't expect him to give us the same treatment, even though that's his nature. I can't change something that's natural to him.

- You've been a huge pain in your ass for years. We always overlook everything you do, we always hope that you will change but you are the same mitochan.

- It's not for nothing that I'm made of two criminals.

My eyes widen in surprise. I know it's always related to this unpleasant aspect of our lives. He uses it as an excuse for his chaotic life in which he sank.

Harry grabbed his hand violently, forcing him to stand. I close my eyes angrily, then exhale loudly all the pain that accumulates inside me.

- Listen boy, even if you're my son, that won't stop me from crushing your face. I thought I clarified this once.

- I pray.

He snorts mischievously and sits back on the couch. When did he become so insensitive and ruthless? I know that the time spent away from him contributes to his manic attitude, but all I did was for his own good and happiness.

It all started with a game: someone wrote a text, and someone else started their story, starting from the last sentence or phrase of the previous one. They followed the game and ...

- I love her so much, she's just mine! I'll take care of you, you'll just have everything to stay by my little one

After breaking up with her boyfriend, Ashley Gray comes to Canada to be the nanny of Ray's children, a man who is preoccupied with his job, Ashley tries her best to find ...

At every quarrel, Ash sends me back to the past and makes me relive the same hard times, over and over and over.

Immediately after we left the city where we had been sheltering for a week, we crossed the borders of the countries until we arrived in England with the help of mercenaries to whom we paid a colossal amount of money in time.

I hardly rented a small apartment in the center. We worked hard to pay our debt, but also to support ourselves. Soon Ash appeared who was so small and cute. It was our encouragement and support when we felt we were collapsing.

But everything was getting worse. I could not afford the huge expenses with only two such low salaries. For a while, Harry decided it was best to go back to his old habits. I lived in terror for several months. But it all came to a halt when Harry managed to raise enough money. With a heart like a flea, we tried to talk to some people who would have been able to erase our names from our detainee files. They were somehow destroyed, and from that moment on, we were truly free.

We tried to leave all the past behind, but the damn Ash continues to roll our eyes every day for something we did out of unconsciousness, when we were just kids. He will never understand the motives behind our misdeeds. Because he's too immature and too full of it. He never knew what poverty meant, and he never had a broken heart. And at the current rate, he won't even have it. To have a broken heart you need a heart. A patient heart full of love. Ash is not the type. Ash's heart is empty, it's ice.

- Can you make a compromise? At least for our sake?

I get back on my feet when Harry's hoarse, nervous voice thunders in my ears.

- Dad, why do you have to ruin my good mood?

Ash replies, just as irritated. I'm already on the outside, and the boys don't seem to notice me in the landscape anymore. I intervene before a real conflict arises between the two. Although Harry is mature, he still has trouble controlling his nerves. And Ash doesn't help him at all, he just puts straw on the fire with his arrogant attitude.

- I'm going to Ash's school and that's where I ended the conversation.

I say determined, and the two look back at me. Harry looks at me exasperated, and Ash looks at me proudly. She's probably thinking she'll get rid of the clean scarf this time too.

- She was getting pathetic anyway.

- Fuck that!

Harry exclaimed and ran his hand nervously through his hair. Ash bursts out laughing, then stands up and reaches me. His height inherited from his father is impressive and I am forced by circumstances to look up. His big palms catch my face.

- I love you mom, okay?

He says thoughtfully, then his jaw tightens. I sigh in defeat and leave myself in his worked arms.

- And I.

He smiles weakly as he breaks his embrace, then hurried past Harry.

- Head up old.

He says laughing, then puts on his shoes and opens the door aggressively. He slams it behind him, then I hear only a roaring engine and the loud squeak of the wheels.

"It's our fault, isn't it, sweetheart?"

I say and sketch a small smile. Harry shakes his curls and comes up to me.

- Mostly not Melody.

- I think now is the time when he needs understanding.

- You've been saying that for three years, honey.

- Because he's still a silly teenager, full of hormones.

We both burst out laughing, then pulled my hair out of my tight tail.

- It's just a phase.

- Pimples appear to children his age, in this phase that you keep talking about. Instead, Ash becomes a devil. How will we handle it?

- It's just a Harry phase. Ash is a naughty guy with a defrosted mind okay? He wants to form his own principles and personality.

- I doubt that's all.

- Although he is distant and mischievous, deep down, your son knows the difference between good and evil.

He rolls his eyes and tightens his tie around his neck.

"How much was that stupid meeting supposed to be?"

- In an hour. Customers had to catch a flight from eight so they rushed.

He approves intelligently, then sits down on the couch and flips through the new clients' file once again.

- You're a very sexy lawyer in this suit, honey.

- And you in this too short dress. How about you move that ass up and change it?

He catches my eye and I can clearly read the jealousy in his voice. I start laughing louder and contract her desire, I lift her thighs a little higher.

- You're just as stupid.

The phone rang suddenly and I frowned when I saw the number of Ash's high school principal. I sigh then take the call.

What else did you do, natar? I hit the pebbles on the alley with my boots and get into the car nervously. The two of them have nothing to argue about. I won't listen to them, I don't care what they say, much less I care about their math. I have other things on my mind. I can't think of equations and that teacher who doesn't even fit in that huge skirt.4

I put the phone on the speaker and call the English idiot. I start the engine with careless movements and then start in the trumpet towards the garage. At least there I am in my element. Far from meaningless dramas. We are very happy and without A's in math. At least I'm very happy and that matters. Not?

Answer today, you idiot .

How stupid this man is, he's probably forgotten where the call came from. I throw the phone in the left seat and clutch the steering wheel in my hands. Fuck that. I need a cigarette. And preferably a strong coffee. They took me too early with their aberrations.

The phone starts ringing backwards but I don't answer. I press the accelerator harder and I try to relax. I have to have a good day after all. After a few turns and side streets I reach the garage. I stop the engine lazily and go inside carelessly.

- Ash man, I called you.

- I know, I was watching him sound.

Without further ado, I stick my palm to the back of his neck. The blow resounds throughout the room. I don't even know why I'm wasting my time with this beast. Is it because he's my friend? I think so.

- Get me a better beer or whatever you like here.

- No beer today buddy, we have to be at school in 30 minutes.

I almost drowned with saliva in my mouth. What the hell? School? Friday? I didn't go to school on a fifth Friday.

- Wendy sure got us the ball director. Do you want us to be expelled? She said she would only give us a chance if we went to her class today.

- Fuck that too. The year has not even started well and we already have problems. "

"Just because of you and your big mouth." I understand that you are a big badaran most of the time, but it doesn't make us fried on school days at least.

"Okay, calm down." You will begin to become a mother.

I smile at my idiot friend and then we go together to my tuned BMW. I get back in the driver's seat and pull a cigarette out of the package. I turn it on and let the smoke fade in the closed air of the car. I turn left with the palm of my hand and accelerate harder.

Even though we tried to get there on time, we failed. Someone had to waste half an hour at Mark's too. I still hadn't drunk my coffee. I casually stop the engine and go down in front of the high school together.

- Where the hell is everyone?

- Probably at class?

I shrug carelessly, then walk down the long hall in silence. I slam the door open, laughing, and we both sit in the last benches amused.

- Mr. Ash, are you in mourning?

"Yes, Mrs. Wendy, my interest in you has died."

The whole class bursts out laughing, but Dean sticks his elbow in my ribs.

- What the hell are you doing, idiot? You said we'd be on time.

Two identical twin sisters, the same life and the same destiny. That's until the moment Elena decides to end it. How will her sister's life change, after the sacrifice ...

- I needed to be more explicit. Let's be on time, but don't bother the idiot. Remain silent! Worse stuffing.

- You, out of the last bank, stop, please!

Angry, she returns to the blackboard with a series of exercises without any logic. Clearly this hour will be the longest and most boring hour in history.

- Mrs. Wendy, I want to go to the bathroom.

- I'm not letting you Ash, shut up and write.

"But I didn't ask your permission."

I say and get up from my chair. I walk the distance to the classroom to the door, but I stop in front of the teacher.

- "You have a stain right in the ass."

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I'm serious and I touch her skirt. The others start laughing at her again. Red in the cheeks, she returns to the board, but not before shouting in the principal's office. I snort impassively and walk out of the room.

I walk down the long hallway until I get to the bathroom and enter. I sigh and run my hand through my ruffled hair.

They look at me in the mirror.

Same face.

The same bruises and signs.

The same dark circles and tired eyes.

I moisten my lips with my tongue. I feel angry again, and my eyes darken considerably. I'm bursting. My fist finally cracks the mirror and the pieces of it come off the wall. At the same time, my disgusted expression dissipates.

I irritably clean my bloody hand and go back to the hour after lingering in the bathroom. I walk back down the hallway but am assailed by the noisy crowd of students filling the hallway. The ringing screams loudly and I feel my nerves reappear.

Determined to go home, I head in the opposite direction to the classrooms, but not even two steps make my shoulder grabbed by the principal. Damn that, too.

- Ash, I'm waiting for you in my office.

I close my eyes tightly in an attempt to stay calm. I really don't want to break his face and his. I follow in his footsteps until we get to the office. I don't wait for the invitation and I sit directly on the chair.

He looks at me from under his eyebrows, but I let him start his plea, totally uninterested in his words. At least I didn't go down without explaining myself first. I always hear the same things and he gets the same answer every time.

- Can I go now? I am busy.

"Didn't you understand anything I explained to you so far?" Ash ... your parents are great people, please stop making fun of them.

I snort in disagreement.

- So that's all there is to it, isn't it? To my parents, to the prestige of the school and to the teachers. Nobody cares how I feel or what I want.

At the end of the sentence I already stand up and type the last words.

I head for the exit and then slam the door behind me. I go out in the outdoor playground again and keep going until I get out of school.

The others go out of their way and continue to whisper at my expense. I look in several directions and notice them instantly pretending to have an occupation. I roll my eyes and push the massive door hard.

Dean is already in the high school parking lot with our other friends. I smile when I reach them, and I slam into the hood of the car.

- Fuck this day.

I say calmly and I turn my gaze to the people in the high school yard. My gaze falls on Amber, who is stepping in our direction. Dean notices the same thing and snorts amusedly at my shoulder.

- Hello, boys.

She says calmly and smiles broadly. I look away and focus my attention on the phone, even though I'm just staring at the locked screen.

- Hi Ash.

Continue in the same energetic manner. This time I look at her body covered only by a short top and a tiny skirt.

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- What do you want Ana?

- My name is Amber.

She says awkwardly, and Dean chuckles. I keep looking at her hard. I intentionally said Ana. Hopefully this is how the hell it will be, but it stays put and continues to move its weight from one foot to the other.

- Bitch is not my type Amber.

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Her expression changed to a terrified one, and the arrogant smile she had just adopted disappeared.

- But ...

- Amber, Ash's just laughing at you.

Conor says, then he pushes me amusedly on his shoulder. I keep looking at her grinning until she moves her gaze to the ground.

- Let's get her out of here.

I say the same thing and open the car door. I ignore Amber's devastated gaze and disappear into the smoky car window. I start the engine, then the music and let the bass chords tremble in the speakers. I speed up and start in the same wild style.