Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

Marina

Matthew left a few hours ago. He took off with my scarf, changed his clothes, and drove out the gate with a screech of his tires.

Attempts to comprehend what had just happened were unsuccessful. It is difficult to understand someone who surprises every second. In fact, the morning started really unexpectedly. I even enjoyed wrestling with this crazy guy.

And I enjoyed kicking his ass even more. Even if it was with his permission. I'd had time to appreciate his abilities in combat, so it was foolish to think that he could really lose to me. But the drive of what was happening was so overwhelming that when his cheeky lips were on mine, I briefly wanted to give in for a few seconds. But reality quickly reminded me of itself. I'd promised Lana, and I simply couldn't break my promise. No matter how much my body demanded otherwise.

After Matthew left, I took a shower and had breakfast with Laura. The woman turned out to be very sweet and caring. She decided to fatten me up by all means, and I didn't mind. Who knows how long I have left in this house.

I need to please my own body with new tastes. And then the Cahlons would buy themselves a new jar of caviar. I brazenly stole the open one from the fridge and smeared a thick layer of delicious caviar on a piece of bread.

After breakfast, I stroll aimlessly around the house. Not afraid of being caught, I go to Matt's bedroom. The rather stingy masculine furnishings are already visible from the threshold. The shorts he trained me in today are lying on the chair. On the table is a laptop, chargers, and wireless headphones. Why did I come in here? I don't know, but I'm in no hurry to leave the room.

There is not a single picture on the walls. Only on the bedside table in a wooden frame is a picture of a very beautiful woman with rather sad eyes. I sit down on the edge of the bed and take the frame in my hands. I run my eyes over the picture. How much she has in common with Matt. The same bushy eyebrows, the same wide eyes, and full lips. The blond woman smiles, but there is no joy in her smile. Even in this she looks like Matt. Only today and yesterday was he really smiling. Not with that wild grinning smile of his, but with a different one. That's probably why I'm here now.

I want to know more about him. I want to help him and Lana connect. The girl thinks she's lonely around her two brothers, even though it's obvious that they're both protecting her. Although Lucas is just friendly with her, not running around like a kite, but Matt acts very differently.

I put the frame back and walk over to the table. It's not right to go through other people's things, but who's going to stop me?

I open the drawers one by one. In the very bottom one, under a pile of papers, I find another photo. In the picture Matt is hugging some girl from behind. She' is quite pretty and cute. I don't know why, but I feel irritated. Probably because here he is also smiling the way he smiled at me this morning. I wonder why he keeps it? Is it his ex-girlfriend? Or the real one?

I don't want to think about it, so I leave the room to change and go to the pool.

I try not to think about the crazy psycho or the girl in the picture for two hours, but for some reason the thought, like a nasty ant, crawls in my brain.

After lunch I go to the bar, glancing from time to time at the door. Each crack of the bell evokes a barely perceptible sense of anticipation inside. I try very hard not to admit to myself that I'm waiting for an asshole to come in and sit on one of the bar stools.

I chase those thoughts away, and finally they are forced out by the flow of visitors.

Lana arrives in the evening. I casually ask if her brother is home, and when I get a negative answer, I get even more annoyed.

Why the hell do I even care where he went with my scarf? Not to give it to some other whore of his. Who wants a piece of old rag? There's something different here, because that's no way to react to an insignificant thing.

I don't talk to Lana about it. Then I'd have to explain how he ended up at Matt's, and the memory of her older brother makes the girl's body shiver nervously.

"Why are you here? What about the ban on leaving the house for anything other than class?" I wonder with a smile, reminding her of Matt's order and seeing that same shiver.

"Laura said he hasn't been home since this morning. I thought I'd stop here for half an hour and then go home. He won't even know. Do you know how boring it is to sit there alone?" The blonde sips her favorite mojito while I pour vodka into shot glasses for a small group of guys seated in the corner of the bar. "Listen, how about a movie tomorrow?"

"Again, the same question. Will Matt let you go?"

"I'll tell him I'm going with you. He doesn't seem to be bothering you anymore. Or are you just not telling me?"

"No" I shake my head in denial, scolding myself for lying again. But I don't want to make things worse between the two of them.

"That's good. So, maybe we could go out in the afternoon. How about that?"

"Okay" I agree and am about to hand the tray to Ann when one of the guys rolls up to the bar and stretches his lips in a nasty grin.

"Princess" He says to Lana, rubbing his shoulder against the instantly tense blonde. "Would you like to join us?"

"No, thank you" She answers politely and moves carefully away.

"Hey, get to the table!" I intercede by handing him a tray of drinks. "Can you get it yourself? If you spill it, it goes on the check"

"You're sassy, aren't you?" The freak sticks out his tongue and moves it several times. I feel nauseous.

"And you won't have any balls if you don't get out now" I give the jerk a sweet smile and nod toward his table.

"No. I'm not going anywhere without this Snow White."