Dessert Isn't Always sweet II
It had felt like a lifetime had passed since i'd been in the washroom.
My stomach was exhausted four throws back and presently my body has turned to dry hurling everything under the sun.
I frantically attempted to call for help yet the second I moved away, I would come running back, spilling the items in my stomach at two times the speed of previously.
I was harming. I was separated from everyone else.
Additionally, all I desired was for someone to search for me. I only desired for someone to care. The night was going to get worse.
Nobody had come searching for me, my dress was totally destroyed, my mascara was running all around my face as tears of torment, disappointment and hurt ran down my face and the sheer and express actual aggravation coming from my stomach wasn't making a difference.
I only hear the door opening and a loud sigh of relief when I'm nearly unconscious against the toilet seat. "You are here." My eyes flutter open when I hear Alejandro's voice and see his expression slowly change to one of concern as he takes in the scene.
Greta approaches me from behind Alejandro, her face furrowed in resentment as she looks at me.
I cry more hard. What have you been up to? Slumping against the toilet, I croak. As he examines my face, Alejandro drops to his knees in front of me and murmurs, "I was looking for you," frowning at me. "What occurred?"
As my eyes close, I can't even force myself to respond. As he examines my face, Alejandro raises my head and tilts it from side to side with calloused fingers on my chin. I close my eyes once more as I lean into his grasp.
"Cazzo, Principessa no doubt about it." Before I can respond, I dry heave into the toilet once more after he makes a comment.
I don't understand that Alejandro's gone until I hear his strides approach before he drops to his rump by and by.
Now only, he presses the opening to my lips while holding a water and smoothing the hair on my face with one hand. "Drink this for me." I do exactly that while he gently commands me to raise my chin.
He continues to move my hair back and away from my face until I feel nothing but pure exhaustion instead of nausea. "I want to go home," I said. I say this, my voice cracking as tears well up once more in my eyes.
Even though I was enraged at Alejandro, he was all I had at the time, and I was having a terrible day.
I just wanted to be cared for and stop acting so put together, and maybe it made me weaker.
I wanted to fall apart and let him pick up where I left off. "Agreed, allow me to go get your bag. I'll just be a moment." As I hear him get up and dash out of the room, he murmurs hastily.
But then behind him in the hallway, I hear Greta's voice. "Are you certain that she isn't faking it to get attention?" I let out a sob because I felt so alone, left out, and pathetic, and I didn't hear Alejandro's response.
Furthermore, when Alejandro gets back with my other assets, I figure out how to bring my cries into little wheezes.
He assists me up, just I with doing none of the work as I wind up drooping against his side, while he leads me out, with an arm folded over my midsection, holding me upstanding.
The subsequent he sits me in the vehicle, I shift farther away from him and turn towards the window. I was as yet angry with Alejandro. In an effort to ignore the shakiness of the vehicle as the driver speeds off, my eyes shut on their own.
I simply desired to return home, lie down in my own bed, and fall asleep. Alone.
For the first time, I didn't want to be around anyone because they were all disappointing. "Stabilize your direction." I hear him sternly instruct the driver to maintain control.
"Where did you go?" As I rest my forehead against the cool glass of the window to try to calm my erratic breathing because I was still feeling like complete shit, I ask, my voice cracking.
I wish there was more room for me to move away when I hear him move closer. "It has no bearing." The awkward silence that continues after his response tells me everything I need to know.
He was off with Greta. Additionally, I was heartbroken by that. "For what reason didn't you come look for me?" After a moment, I softly respond. I at long last summon the mental fortitude to pivot and check him out.
Alejandro: "I was there so long." A tear fell down my cheek as I looked up at him, whether it was the pain in my stomach or the knowledge that while I was miserable, he was locked away in a room doing whatever he wanted with Greta. Alejandro's face totally falls and his hand shoots out to wipe at my tears as he rearranges nearer to me all the while. Remorse fills his eyes. "Yes, Principessa, I know. I-" he stops himself, prior to shaking his head in what is by all accounts frustration.
"I ought to have been keeping an eye on you." He mumbles and extends a hand to wipe my tears once more, but I turn away.
After finishing our conversation, I turn away from him and use my own hand to wipe away the tears. "Definitely, you ought to have." . . . The splendid light behind my shut eyelids makes me murmur out in disturbance prior to covering my head further into the glow.
The sound of strides reverberates around me and I frown realizing they aren't mine.
I at last figure out how to lift my head out of what I currently acknowledge is the hoodlum of Alejandro's neck to see that he's conveying me.
It isn't until he puts me down on the latrine that I understand we're home, all the more explicitly in my restroom. Alejandro walks swiftly through my bathroom, his large frame making it appear so small, and I watch with tired eyes. "What are you engaged in?" I yawn, cleaning my eyes and murmuring out when I understand I'm still in my dress and have my cosmetics on.
I groan at the sight of myself as I look up into the full-length mirror in front of me. My hair is a wreck, tangled and hitched, dried mascara stains my cheeks and around my eyes and hints of regurgitation wait on my jaw.
I look disgusting. "You really want to clean up." He tosses behind him, finding my cabinet that holds my mouthwash and toothpaste, prior to setting them on the counter.
I don't answer. Unimpressed, I simply blink at him.
He turns to walk toward me, ignores me, squats down, and reaches for my foot. "I'll get you some pajamas from your closet if you wash up, yes?"
After removing my shoes with a hum, he gets up and leaves without saying a word. I proceed to the sink while rolling my eyes.
Before applying my nighttime face lotions, I wash off my makeup and brush my teeth several times, chasing it down with mouthwash.
I was far too exhausted to even stand, let alone bathe, so I needed a shower.
Alejandro returns at the entryway similarly as I wrap up brushing my hair, and I try not to save him a look.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
