A painful past

Paula

After a week spent in the hospital, Steve took me home. We live in my father's house because Steve sold his father's house under my influence. He sold it a year ago when we were facing financial challenges, due to the fact that we couldn't sell our crops. We used this money to start this year's field work. But it was useless, since we lost our properties. Until then, I still fail to realize that it is Martina who is the new owner. Where did she find so much money? Where was she during all that time?

"She came back to take revenge on us." I told Steve once I got home.

"I asked her if she was going to recruit us, but she spoke to me as if I were a stranger." Steve said to me in a sad tone.

"What did you expect from her? That she should run into your arms perhaps?!" I reply with a nervous smile.

"This is all your fault. Your excessive ambition has led us to this disaster. What are we going to do now?" asks Steve desperately.

"So now I'm the one to blame?! When you gambled with all the jackpot we got from the properties, wasn't that my fault right?!" I retorted annoyed by his accusations.

"My father's properties were going to come back to me anyway. But you ruined everything with your story about raping your sister. My life has not been peaceful since that day. You are still unscrupulous. You never stop in your thirst for power! You pitted me against my brothers by selling the house and now they don't want to see me, even in painting. You drove out your father's first wife and her children who are your own brothers. How far can you go to quench this thirst?" He said looking at me menacingly.

"Only weak people mourn and cry as you do now. As for me, I'm going to think about how to recover my properties. Martina won't succeed in putting me into anger. If you want, keep rehashing the past." I told him heading to my room. I certainly have no intention of leaving my due in Martina's hands. If she thinks she can take revenge on us and we're going to watch her do it, she gets her fingers in her eye.

Martina

Larry takes great care of me. He tries very hard to keep me company. After insisting, I accept his invitation and we go out on a Saturday evening. He invited me to a good restaurant in town. After we've been served, I start the discussion

"Why do you insist on wanting to be close to me?"

"Because I know you're a great person and, I can't explain it to myself, but you have this little thing that interests me." He said with a sincere gaze.

"Everyone calls me femme fatale, I'll call you back." I released between two glasses.

"Not everyone is me Martina. You were able to capture the admiration of Lorenzo, something that was almost impossible, as little as I know him. And as for me, from the first sight, I wanted to love you." He replies, taking my hand tenderly in his.

"Unfortunately for you, I don't have love to give." I say pulling my hand away. "In the past perhaps, when I was still naive and trusted men, I had love to spare. Now it's over." I replied with my eyes staring into space.

"Of course, you have it !" He said in a voice full of tenderness. "Martina, you have a lot to give. You just have to tap into your interior. What happened, what caused you to be so pained about love?"

His question stirs me up and I suddenly stand up and give him a hard look.

"I have to go back home."

"I'm sorry for what I asked you. I'm not going to force you to tell me about your past." He hastens to say, looking up. "You can do it when you're ready. Okay?"

I look at him without saying a word, then he continues gently. "Sit down please Martina." I obey and sit down.

Not to embarrass me, Larry changes the subject and we finish eating. I drink a little too much than I usually do.

"Stop drinking alcohol, you'll get drunk." Larry warned me.

"Come on! Drinking a day won't hurt me. You better drink too. You'ill see, you will be more relaxed and you will not be able to have any more worries.' I said awkwardly raising my glass in the air.

"Think again, alcohol leads us to forget our worries for a moment, but as soon as we are lucid, they still come back to haunt us." He retorted snatching the glass from my hand.

"It's not true! What a killjoy you are!" I exclaimed against him.

larry

Despite my warnings, Martina still drank alcohol until she got drunk. This girl is a real jerk. She does whatever comes into her head. This is also one of her characteristics that fascinates me about her. I really love her but I know she must have gone through quite a bit of trauma in the past. I hope I can earn his trust and make a place for myself in his heart! After the third bottle of alcohol, Martina can no longer control herself. You can tell she's not used to drinking alcohol. I make her get up and lead her to the car. She walks waddling. I know she is going through some tough times right now. I would so much like to come to her aid, but she does not want to talk to me. Not serious. The fact that she accepted my invitation is a big step. I take her home and put her in her bed. I would have liked to give her a cold shower to take the alcohol off a bit, but she would kill me if I tried. I smile thinking about it. This woman is a real badass. However, I change his clothes and put him in comfortable pajamas. I would be lying if I said I didn't drool over his body. Indeed, Martina has a shape that would make the most pious of nuns stop, not to mention her supermodel silhouette. Her ebony, silky skin is shiny and well maintained. I admire her for a while while she sleeps soundly, before going to sit in the living room. Luckily tomorrow is Sunday. I sleep at Martina's and come home early in the morning while she is still sleeping. Around 10 a.m., she sends me a message where she asks me: "how did I get to my room and who made me wear my pajamas?". Sole Martina! I exclaimed. Not even a hello, she engages in hostilities. I don't answer and prefer to go find her in her office on Monday morning