Realities

Yolie:
I wake up under the freezing bathtub water. I screech, bolting upright, my is body shaking convulsively. I clench my jaw so my chin doesn't shake, the last thing I want right now is for my teeth to sound like castanets.
*What the hell ...?!*
Memories come to me like flashes. *Wet grass, full moon, Alex naked, me too ... I open my eyes wide... Patrick also?!*
Hiding my face in my hands I free an anguished and begin crying bitterly.
Damn Alex! Now everything makes sense. That's why he seduced me so much, that's why he caressed me so much. The answer he was looking for was never in the Grimoire, it was never the formula for the Aqua Vitae. The key for him to get answers was ME, the whole time.
He lied to me. He used me.
My chest hurts. It feels like an elephant has sat on my heart, squeezing it painfully.
Somehow he knew that making me read Yoleandra's diary and handing me objects from my past life would make me more susceptible and he would finally be able to contact the Sorceress through me, and all the sex? He surely amused himself like crazy making me believe he wanted me.
I know very well what his decision will be. He won’t sacrifice Patrick, that's for sure.
The bathroom door opens and the bastard comes in, holding a towel and folded clothes in his hands. Decent clothes this time. There is no longer need for me to dress in those gruesome robes.
— Little witch.
I scowl at him.
— Have you come for the spell Alex? Why are you so impatient? - I ask sarcastically. Rinsing my face with the freezing bathtub water. I'm not going to cry in front of him. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply he’s hurt me.
He stops short and visibly pales, compressing his lips and looking at me with a frightened expression.
— How much do you remember, precious?
— Everything.
— Everything? - He gasps in disbelief.
— Even the most sordid and smallest detail.- I say through my teeth.
He doesn't know what to do, places the items he was carrying on the sink and walks over, coming closer to me, cautiously.
— Little witch...
He tries to touch me but I pull away, getting out of the tub, walking away from him. I'm completely naked but it doesn't matter, it is all over so I don't even try to cover myself. He looks at me with his eyes turning black and my stomach turns.
I run to the toilet, emptying my stomach. He is approaches, intending to remove my hair from my face, but I slap him his hand away, I don't want him touching me! After I’m done being sick with disgust, I head over to the sink and rinse my mouth.Turning around, I grab the towel, wrap myself in it, and exit the bathroom.
*This isn't my room.*
— We are in mine.
*And who the hell asked you?*
— You didn't, I answer you because I want to.
I turn around, scowling at him.
— Yes. I'm able to hear your thoughts again. - He whispers.
I make a face.
*Brilliant. Never complain when things go wrong, they can always get worse!*
— We must talk, little witch. - He pleads and I turn my back on him, heading towards the door , he materializes between it and me, blocking my way out.
— Don’t hate me little one, what we did was necessary.
— It was necessary ... - I repeat sarcastically. - You had to convince the fat, blind girl of how much you wanted her, right? You had to fuck me all the time, right?
I bit my lip to keep from crying. There was something else, there is always something else.
— You'll justify yourself by saying that there was no other way to contact Yoleandra but, don't you know what a fucking tabla de Ouija is?! - I shout.
— It doesn't work like that, precious. It had to be through you, you were the only one whom the spirit of the Sorceress could possess. You are her heiress, her reincarnation, you know that.
I take a deep breath and glare at him.
— None of that matters anymore. Thanks to what happened in the garden, you have your answers and I don't need to ask any more questions, everything has become more than clear. Yoleandra didn't lie. I know how to set you free. It is as if all her knowledge has entered my mind at once.
— What will you ask for in return? - He says in a barely audible whisper.
Your head on a platter!
He smiles and I roll my eyes.
— Absolutely nothing.- I answer outloud.- I will cast the spell for you and as soon as you die, I will be free. Returning home, to my country is enough payment for me.
Alex looks hurt.
Control yourself Yolie, that man has no feelings.
He steps away from the door and I step out into the hall, walking slowly, fighting the tears that roll wickedly down my cheeks.
You're so fucking stupid Yolie! Everything that's happened to you, you deserve for being such an idiot.

000

**Don't let his sweet words lull you, your blood is special for more than one reason and you are not who you think you are.
Yoleandra warned me, but I decided to ignore her. I was carried away by his kisses, I got blinded by his caresses.**
Memories flash in my mind that are now painful and macabre. Our first roll on the beach here in Spiros, that night we played with dinner, our session in the tinted glass car on the cliff just above the Acropolis, his mouth on mine, his hand pulling my hair possesively.
I frown.
The barbecued coconut at Edem, his obvious amusement in the face of my out-of-control jealousy, I sigh. It hurts to remember what we did next.
Then we came back here and we spent weeks fucking like rabbits in heat. My chin is shaking, I can't seem to stop crying.
Everything was millimetrically timed. Everything was planned down to the smallest detail, the Grimoire, the necklace, the fucking robes. Even what he fed me... Everything.
I hide my face against the pillow. I know he’s not worth crying for, this isn’t worth suffering for, but I can't help myself. The gigantic knot that I have stuck in my throat has loosened a little during the hour I have spent lying here and the weight on my heart is no longer that of an elephant, now it feels more like a horse’s. I roll my eyes. *I'm such an idiot!*
— Who made you so smart?
— You're really smart, little witch.
Lies! I’m the most credulous and naive girl in history. Looking back on it all I had so many clues of what was actually going on, now that I have stopped to think I have noticed them. Oh, can’t seem ro stop crying, the more I do the more I feel like doing some more. I sigh, blowing my nose. Right now I listen to the song Bored by Billie Eilish, it perfectly matches my mood.
I'm bored, so fucking bored of him and his twisted games. He made me love him and the whole time he was planning his death, I’ve given him everything, all of me and all I wanted in return ... was his love.
*Arggg, damn you Alex, damn you and your heterochromatic eyes!*
I'm hungry.
Getting out of bed, dressed in a wide T-shirt and long pants, I go out into the hall, looking for the stairs. (Someone filled my closet with clothes which are in the style I like wearing. It’s obvious it doesn’t matter what I wear anymore.)
Sun has long since riced. Going downstairs to the kitchen, I open the fridge, pulling out a package of hot dogs and begin to eat them whole two by two.
I need a hotdog overdose, NOW.
— Don’t hate me, precious. - He whispers behind me.
— I don't. - I reply in a growl.
— I can hear your thoughts, mikrí mou magissa. You can't lie to me.
Even that. Even his sweet words in Greek were also a lie.
Shit, this hurts! My eyes flood with tears. He comes to me gluing his body to my back. I wipe my stupid tears away, frustrated and reach out, grabbing a knife from the wooden stand where the sharp objects rest, turning to face Alex , holding the knife in my hand.
Alex steps away in the blink of an eye.
— What are you playing at, precious? - He asks, seriously.
— I said I'd help you. I will collaborate with your suicide Alexandros, but don't even dream you are going to continue playing with me. - I look at the knife slowly, taking in how sharp it is and then I direct my gaze him. - If you come closer I will stab your cock. Do I make myself clear?
He laughs, shakeing his head. Then he looks at me and sighs in resignation, raising his hands in surrender and taking a couple of steps back.
— Agreed, your wishes are my command.
— Good. - I look around. - Where is... - I swallow hard-... Patrick?
Alex runs his hand through his curls, frustrated.
— He left, went to see his girlfriend.
— Kira?
— Yes.
Hmm. I lift a shoulder, I don't really care. Giving my back to Alex I head for the stairs, carrying the package of sausages in one hand and the charp knife in the other.
— Are you going to put it under your pillow? - He asks mockingly.
I look at him over my shoulder.
— No. I'm tired, I need to sleep. My mind feels like I’ ve been awake for a thousand years and my body ... - I huff. - I'm going to put it between my legs. So I can sleep peacefully knowing you won't come near me.
Alex's jaw drops to the ground and his eyes go wide. I turn my back on him, heading up the stairs.