#7:
The shouts coming from the living room chilled my blood. Lucia quickly walked around the counter and ran down the hall, I followed her.
The twins were writhing around each other on the floor, hitting each other. Ramses looked at them pale and scared as Lucia tried to separate them.
“Enough! Enough, both of you!” She yelled, taking each one by the collar of their respective shirts.
Ramses woke from his stupefaction, grabbing Mark and leading him out of Matt's enraged reach.
I could see the brawl had wreaked havoc on both of them, Mark's right eye was beginning to blacken, while the left corner of Matt's mouth was bleeding.
"I told you I don't want her here!" Mark roared.
"And I told you to fuck off!" Matt replied.
I couldn't understand the situation, I mean... Matt got mad because Mark told the woman who cooks for them that I was his girlfriend?
Although, thinking about it, I think he actually got furious when I corrected the situation and replied that I was just his friend, but he really wasn't even that. Which made me reason, that he had beaten up his brother but I was the one who'd made him angry. To keep from saying something stupid that I would later regret, I bit my tongue, turned on my heel and stormed off to my room.
The clock on my cell phone informed me that it was 11:30 at night. I hadn't had breakfast, lunch or dinner and in truth? I was on the verge of convulsing from hunger. So I slowly left my room and headed for the kitchen. I kept the light off, so as not to disturb, illuminating myself with the cell phone flashlight. I sniffed around for a few minutes, until I decided to help myself to a plate of the spaghetti that Lucía had cooked.
The kitchen light came on, surprising me with the fork a few millimeters from my mouth. I narrowed my eyes and snorted in frustration, the Montalvos wouldn't even allow me to eat in peace.
“Ha. I thought it sounded like a rat was sneaking around the kitchen.” he mumbled, annoyed.” I was right, besides being rude you are also a thief.
"A thief?" I yelled in protest.
“Yes. Look at you , stealing our food.”
"I'm not stealing anything!" I defended myself.
He came over and I feared the worst, but he stood on the other side of the counter, glaring at me.
"Get out of my house, Ramona," he growled.
That was a low blow, that nickname always made me sensitive, I could feel my eyes getting wet.
“I'll do it as soon as the sun rises, Mark. I have no desire to be part of your circus! - I spat through my teeth.
“All right! And since we're making things clear…stay away from my brother.”he muttered, turning around and turning off the light again.
The alarm woke me up at seven. It was Sunday and I really had no desire to get out of bed, but I couldn't stay at the Montalvos', that whole situation was bad no matter how I looked at it. To all the drama of the fight the day before, I had to add the discomfort that my own confrontation with Mark caused me. Finally, I had indigestion. I spent part of the early morning throwing up the three spoons of spaghetti I had eaten.
Damn Mark, I hate you! I thought, as I packed my things in my travel bag and backpack, noticing that Matt had brought everything except my books.
Classic!
I left everything ready and went to Matt's room, he’d told me that it was the one right next to mine. I knocked a couple of times, hoping he would ask me in but there was only silence. I turned the latch and crept inside, quickly noting that Matt was on the fifth dream. His room was much more spacious than mine and even had a desktop computer. The light of a lamp dyed everything in a reddish color and I went to the bed.
Just at that moment some tendencies that I didn't know surfaced in me, I'm ashamed to admit that I stayed there, at the foot of his bed practically drooling. Matt slept in boxers, the kind that look like shorts, they were black because I could see the edge of the elastic above the sheet that covered him. His abdomen was flat, I contemplated his navel with curiosity, my gaze went up to his chest and toned and muscular arms.
Son of a bitch! I thought.
Hunky son of a bitch, I quickly corrected myself.
I had always thought of the twins as my enemies, they were a kind of evil entity, they were like a hydra from Greek mythology, which if you cut off one head, two more would grow. They had always been there and I was here, but just at that minute I realized...that Matt wasn't bad to look at at all.
And he likes me, I thought.
And he probably murdered Amalia, my subconscious whispered and my erotic bubble burst into a thousand pieces.
I bit my tongue and took a deep breath. To what I came for! I thought decisively. I edged around the bed, leaned in a little, and shook him by the shoulder.
"Matt, hey," I whispered softly, after all, I wanted to wake him up, not kill him with a heart attack.
"Hmmm," he stammered.
So close, my heart sank. He looked so…cute.
"Wake up, I need you to take me back." I insisted, shaking him a little more energetically.
Matt opened his eyes, looked at me sleepily, smiled like the cat that just pulled a fat goldfish out of a fishbowl, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up on the bed with him.
I struggled for a few minutes and instead of letting go he raised one of his heavy thighs, resting it on my hip.
I broke out in a cold sweat, fearing Matt was going to sleep rape me, or worse. What if he ended up strangling me?
"Matt, hey…what…?"
"A minute, just a minute and then I'll let you go," he whispered, hiding
his face against my neck and sniffing me.
He settled in, sticking even closer to me and continued sleeping as if nothing had happened. I growled internally, staying still for a few moments, and then I tried again to get him to let go.
"Matt, hey," I murmured.
"Hmm?"
“I have to go.”
He huffed, opening his eyes slowly. I had never, and I repeat, never seen his eyes so close, his face so close.
His features were as familiar to me as mine, yet the reddish light from the lamp made him seem strange. I dont know.
"Rosi?" he asked sleepily.
“Yes.It’s me.”
He patted his lips, breathing through them, his gaze ran over my face as his arms tightened around me.
“What are you doing here?”
"I came to ask your help, I need…" He didn't let me finish. Without warning and without any kind of finesse, Matt Montalvo glued his mouth to mine and ended up sticking his tongue down my throat.