Bruno
After living two years in absolute luxury, my old house seems like a small thing.
Well, I didn't need much back then; it was just me and the TV, and Carter occasionally.
Now I have three and a half more people with me and there doesn't seem to be enough room for all of them.
The moment we enter my house everyone runs to the baths, removes all the dark and turbulent stuffs our skin was carrying was top priority. Besides, Carter left new clothes for all of us, so everyone feels fresh now. Everyone but me, I'm in front of a laptop that Carter gave me, searching for Ben's parents. I'm not going to leave him in a home I don't know.
He's not your son.
I know, but I feel responsible for him and I don't want to leave him in a home where he's not happy.
Ben's parents are a typical suburban family. The mother is a housewife; she drives a Honda Odyssey. Ben's father is a successful lawyer and drives a Nissan GTR, they seem like a normal family, there are no criminal records, no tickets, no nothing.
Damn it, they're the perfect family. Well, that was until Ben disappeared; everything started falling apart from there.
Like it always does.
Sighing heavily, I lean back on the kitchen chair, the same place where I found Dante's video two years ago. Shit, it seems like an eternity and now I find myself under another initiative: to return Ben as soon as possible.
I got used to the idea of having him near me; every time I visualize returning him to his father's arms, my body itches as if thousands of ants were walking on me.
The house remains silent, until I hear, “Wowwww, are those real?” Ben's enthusiastic voice comes from the living room; his reaction automatically makes me smile.
I walk over there, Dante and Amira are sitting on the couch trying to hold Ben who wants to run to Sarah.
She had stayed away from me after my rejection back in the airport. I didn't want to be rude or cold, but I didn’t want her to see me like that and needed the time alone to calm my mind. I needed to process everything that had happened in the last few years.
As the wise woman she is, she had stayed away from me since we arrived.
But now I'm beginning to miss her.
When my eyes meet hers, my stomach turns over just to look at her. Now she looks alive, fresh and gorgeous. Her hair still drips water and sticks to her skull, she wears a black tank top, which is very tight, highlighting her curves and a worn-out black jean that squeezes her ass perfectly. Her tattooed arms are exposed now.
She squats down to keep up with Ben and allows him to exploit her drawings. He carefully touches the skin like he’s expecting they will come to life.
“They are. Do you like them, Ben?”
Dante’s and Amira's eyes are not so different from Ben’s; they are really surprised too; they never saw how Sarah decided to cover her body from the world.
“They're amazing! Did it hurt?”
Sarah looks at me for a moment.
Of course it didn't hurt, Sarah is used to fucking pain, thanks to me.
I have to intervene, “Of course it hurt, it's a very painful treatment Ben, like when you get a vaccine, but many times per second.”
Ben holds his left arm automatically, remembering old shots, I guess. We all laugh at his reaction.
After a while, Ben no longer finds Sarah's arms so surprising, but I'm still fascinated by her.
“Can we talk?” I whisper near her.
“Sure.”
Placing my hand on her lower back, I walk her to kitchen. I lean on the kitchen counter and I place her between my legs; I bury my nose in her neck and I inhale her sweet scent, making waves over my body like it's a fucking earthquake.
