One Night Only

LillieText © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I am trembling from the terror I have just witnessed. I still hear a voice calling me. Suddenly, they start shaking my arms, as I’m still in shock. I blink and try to come to my senses. In front of me is my friend. I frown. I don’t understand what she’s doing here, but I ignore that part and I notice her worried face.

“Lillie, are you all right?

I ignore her.

I can’t concentrate. To continue standing here as if it were nothing and that he is out there lying on the floor while he is bleeding wounded… I let go of his grip, which was holding my arms, and I walk towards the door to leave and return to his side. I’m not able to leave it like this, I can’t and I don’t want to. Mika calls out my name. I know he cares about me, but I can’t just sit here and do nothing. Before I get to the door I stop in my tracks when I see it being opened. I swallow nervous saliva and stop breathing. I hope it’s not those perverts that bothered me before. At that my breathing quickens along with my heart as I check who he is.

That’s him, yes.

I smile like a fool when they come in, and I don’t know why. The boy helps him. My smile suddenly disappears when I see why. My eyes stay fixed on the blood stain. I bring my hands to my mouth and I start shaking, but I react and get closer to him as fast as I can.

When I stand in front of them, I examine him with my gaze from head to toe until my eyes stop in his, in those gray and intense pupils, which now show some distress. I pucker my lips. I want to ask him how he feels, but before I do he beats me to the question.

“How are you?” ask quietly, but in a tone in which I can hear you.

“I’m fine. That question should be asked to you. “I’m examining his wound. Does it hurt a lot? Is it very deep?” I move closer and place my hands on his chest. I examine it with my gaze and my touch. His shirt is half open. I feel something hard, and I don’t think it’s her abdomen.

I hear a rasping sound, so I lift my head to see his face. She has one of her stupid seductive and mischievous smiles, showing the dimple on the side. I stop my review.

“Nothing that I haven’t already lived, I will survive, but don’t stop, you can continue with your work. “He smiles more, showing his perfect teeth”. It doesn’t bother me, on the contrary. “He’s winking at me.

“You’re an idiot. “I tap him on the shoulder.

He lets out a grunt of pain.

My eyes almost popped out from the fright. I think I hurt him. Worried, I find out where I hit him. It is one of the places where it is stained with blood. I thought it was not his, since there was also on the chest, only I did not find any wound. I take him by the hand and lead him to bed, where I feel him on the shore. I hadn’t paid attention to the place, but when I walked with him to the bed to sit him up I could notice that it’s similar to a motel room. I’ve never been to one, but because of the mess, with condom wrappers and drinks, that’s what makes me think.

I take off his shirt not caring about his silly smile and his look. I was stunned to see him. It’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a bulletproof vest, but I take it off as soon as I unbutton his shirt, completely exposing his hard and well-marked abdomen, as well as his well-defined pecs.

Oh my God, he’s so perfect.

My eyes stay in that place for a while. I don’t know why they’ve made me want to touch it, to walk through each marked line with my hands. As I go down further I see three scars, one on the side and two very close to the navel. How did she get them? I don’t know why my curiosity is piqued, but I’m not going to try to find out. Maybe he did them in some confrontation like today. Maybe, he is always exposed to danger. No, he’s the danger. I would like to caress every scar and explore further to discover the real Devil. I shake myself to get those thoughts out of my head. I focus on my goal; I put my gaze on the wound and examine it. I ignore him, as he noticed that I almost drooled while looking at his torso.

You arrogant bastard.

I turn towards the blond guy who follows behind me along with my friend. She grabs his arm. I frown in confusion, but I realize that he may be the guy he came for. How? He is the friend of the Devil, or perhaps the one who came to look for left him in oblivion and found another. That’s typical of her. Well, I’ll investigate that later, right now what matters is to heal that wound. Later Mika will hear my sermon for having abandoned me for a row. I feel frustrated. I didn’t like what she did. I look at her annoyed, but I avert my eyes and ignore her when she opens her mouth to speak. I’m watching her lover.

“I need to clean the wound. Do you know if there is a medicine cabinet here?” I make a curt inquiry.

He shrugs his shoulders in a sign of not knowing.

“I don’t know, but let me check.

He moves away from us and goes to the bathroom. You only hear the sound of things falling to the ground.

“Lillie” babbles”, I…

I interrupt her when I put my hand in front of her. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“Not now.

She just nods and puts her head down.

I know he feels guilty and I know he’s not having a good time, but I don’t have the courage or the strength to argue. I know I’m going to scold her. What hurts me the most is that he forgot about me or didn’t care how I felt to come and have sex with a guy. It is something that disappoints me, that for her our friendship has less value, and all for a man, rather for a few bills.