13 Chapter#12 Drunk

WASHINGTON — PORTLAND 9:00 AM

—Yes, officer, you haven't returned for three days now, my husband and I are super worried.

On the porch of the mediocre house, Yolanda was talking to a police officer. She had called him about thirty minutes ago. She with an innocent face, she with feigned concern she talks to the officer about Ingrid's disappearance. She actually has been away from home for almost more than two months but a couple of lies don't kill or so they say, but in this case they will. With her arms crossed over her chest still in her night clothes she lets see some treacherous tears in her eyes with some sobs and laments.

"Don't worry ma'am we'll find her." she -she notes in a small notebook information about the girl and takes in her hands a photo given by the lady- did she do this many times?

"Yes, it was quite common when she returned from school furious or had a bad day, I did not notify before because she always returns on the second day, but, this time it was not like that ..." putting her hands together on her chest in supplication mode look at the officer- please find her, that's my girl ... I don't know what I would do without her ...

—Don't worry ma'am, she and she will see that she will be with you again shortly. With her permission I am withdrawing. she-she she lifts her cap in farewell and enters the patrol turning on the lights and sirens.

-Yolanda? Everything ready? Did they believe it? -Jhon spoke from the living room nervous.

—Of course, what do you think? Who wouldn't believe a worried mother? -Take a seat on the couch.

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WASHINGTON — SEATTLE SATURDAY 9:30 AM

"Are you still with that chick?" -A blonde with beautiful curves spoke leaning on the chest of a young man about the same age as her-I honestly do not understand why you are with her.

"Because yes, don't you have to know everyone what I think or if? ..." she strokes the golden hair "that's my business."

She enters a call to the young man's phone, he cleared his throat and took the phone by putting it to his ear

-Yes?

—Marcos, hello it's Ingrid ...

"Ingrid?" What's up love? -surprised he looks at the cell phone screen seeing the girl's name big.

"Because you haven't arrived?"

-To get? Where?

"You promised yesterday that you would help me where I work today." His voice cracked a little.

"Who is calling you love?" -the golden-haired she speaks loud enough to be heard through the line.

She covers the girl's mouth with one hand and responds quickly. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry, I'm feeling bad and I totally forgot."

"Do you want me to come take care of you?" -He frowns at having felt a female voice there, she was not her mother, she sounded too young.

—Don't worry love, here is my mom with me.

"Did she come back from Alaska?"

"Y ... yes, she a few hours ago." -Shit what do I do? - Love I leave you, I'll sleep a little. -he hangs up the call and looks at the other girl annoyed- how do you think? What if she heard you?

"I don't give a damn." -with a smirk he gets out of bed.

-Listen to me. -He takes her by the neck of her and throws her back to the bed, pressing tightly- do one of those stupid things again and you won't open your little eyes again, do you hear me? He lets go of her abruptly and walks to the bathroom.

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"What happened Ingrid?" Isn't she going to come? Raphaela spoke next to her.

—N..no, she says that she doesn't feel well and that her mother is there with him ...- Yes, of course, I'm not an idiot ...- It doesn't matter, there's still a lot to do.

I put my hair in a ponytail and change my clothes to some more worn and torn. When I left it, Raphaela was already moving the tables to one of the corners of the premises and I quickly rushed to help her. Between the two of us we managed to move the twenty tables and began to brush hard, they were completely dirty, so much that the water turned dark in seconds. We wanted to get everything ready so that once the real estate workers arrived with the new plans and furniture and the color options, they would be completely free and get to work.

—Hello. -A cute hairy girl happily enters through the doors of the place with clothes stained with paint and dried with a backpack on her back.

—Dianiiiii. -She shot out into the arms of that crazy pink and hugs him so much that she almost took his eyes out.

—Come on come on, be still you break me, she brought a couple of things to help you, as you told me that today they were beginning to redecorate, well here I am.

"For these things I love you." -I put my hand on my forehead bringing a fake tear-it's good that you're here, they should arrive in a few minutes. We were cleaning everything because the papers and things that we will possibly use should be applied with the cleanest surfaces possible.

—I see, then tell me what to do and I get on with it.

She drags Diana to where Raphaela and she introduces them

"Diana, this is Raphaela." -She points to the aforementioned- and well naturally Raphaela, she is Diana.

"Nice, I like your hair, she looks super cute."

"Likewise, I love your makeup, you should show me."

—Of course, no problem, one day that I have off we will take it for it.

-I know! A girls night out huh? What do you think? I think it would be better. -the hairy woman spoke again.

"Good good, but calm down, crazy, everything will be planned." Now to finish cleaning everything that there is almost no time left.

A few minutes later, the real estate agents had arrived, making themselves known with the truck's siren. About five people entered the place, four men and one woman.

"Ingrid Woods?" the lady spoke.

-Yes, it's me. -I went ahead- what does she offer?

"They told me that you will be responsible for signing and receiving all the real estate, right?"

—Yes, yes, of course, tell me where to sign.

"Right here, and here." -I point out the striped spaces where I should sign.

"Good thanks, the boys will stay with you to unload the things and help you set them up."

-Fine, thanks. -A smile escaped my face and I looked at the boys- well, please, put the furniture and shelves there in that place. -I point to one of the corners- the paintings and papers please near the door.

Everyone agrees, starting to load things while me and the girls finished cleaning and moving what was missing, we polished the kitchen and began to put the papers. We apply on the first a paper with a marbled design in blue and black tones. We change all the props such as knives and spatulas, as well as the mixers and other utensils. We changed the ovens since they were mostly rusted and we painted the walls white with one of them completely covered with the same paper as the first one. We put up a couple of cream metal shelves and adorned with a couple of plastic plants. Finally we polished the tiles on the floor and cleaned and unclipped the sink and disposal.

We went into the hall of the store, applied litmus glass paper and changed the already yellowish white cash register for a black one. We put the same tapestry from the kitchen countertops on Raphaela's counter but with a different design simulating marble. We put an LED bulb over the display section covering it with a glass with shades similar to the paper of the crystals adding some plants and pots with a fluffy flesh-colored carpet.

We begin to shape the table area and scrape off the old paint. Laughing, we finished the three of them full of paint slipping on the floor. While we were doing this, some of the workers who arranged the missing things did not take their eyes off us, in fact one of them called Raphaela ... I don't know for what but he returned with a big smile, sure and asked for her number.

"And tell me ... when will you go out with him huh?" I tap him on the shoulder as I laugh.

"D ... what are you talking about hahahahahaha" She puts her hair behind her ear.

"I saw you, don't do it, let's go tell me."

"Well, yes ... he gave me her number and asked me out."

-As it is called?

—Samael, he's 30 years old.

"Look how good ... congratulations." I wish you luck.

We finish scraping and then apply a layer of white paint and put some pictures in the middle of the wall. We applied white Christmas lights in the upper area and I put a cork mural with a large sign that said "Assessment" the idea of this was that every time the service ended they left their impressions and some criticism if there was something to improve.

Finally we changed the tables and the decorative furniture supplying them with glass knobs rounded with candles. We gave some brown tones to the ceiling beams and polished the wooden floor giving it a brown stain finish a few shades darker than the ceiling. To finish all the remodeling, we help the boys to upload the large sign with the name of the store. The large winged dial with "Wings" written in large glowed brilliantly with shades of bluish and soft pinks giving it a special charm. With my hands on my hips I admired the hard work of the whole day and I couldn't help but smile big.

"What if we're going to have a drink, ladies?" -said one of the guys who helped with the remodeling. This one had black hair with blue tips and a rather happy smile apparently. He had dark brown eyes and this man definitely released happiness and what all hippie would call "good vibes" through his pores.

"Uh, you guys go have fun, okay?" I have to fix some things ... -I quickly took my bag and let go of my hair to quickly take my way.

"But Ingrid ... come on, it'll be fun." Diana yelled at me from afar.

"Don't worry, I'll tell the grandmother that you went out to relax, I'll see you later, take care Rapha ..." I yelled back waving my arm emerging or walking.

I had greeted from there an alarming speed, it definitely did not take away my fear of the crowd. I had been walking for a long time and now that I think about it ... I really have nothing to do, I think I'm used to running away from everything that automatically, I make up an excuse not to socialize ... that's bad ... I should go home and do something or maybe sleep, or eat or something ...

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WHILE ELSEWHERE ...

"Come on, take another Diana ..." Several voices spoke in chorus, including Raphaela's voice with encouragement and signs of happiness.

"S ... really?" Other? -Diana spoke with a sleepy and drawn voice, certainly she had never drunk more than one beer in her life, so at this moment she was more out of her mind than ever in her life-well, another will be ...

She returns the mouth of the bottle to her lips taking a long sip, revealing her cheeks redder than a ripe strawberry. Everyone laughed and clapped loudly while others danced on the floor. Raphaela with her black hair could be seen in the distance dancing with the blue haired boy. Moving her hips rhythmically between laughter over the music seemed unattainable for Diana with a certain person she liked. Putting her hands under her chin, holding her own weight, she sighed loudly and without anyone seeing her, she took her bag and began to search her cell phone for Ingrid's contact so that she could pick it up. . She instantly regretted that idea.

Stumbling over hers, her own feet tried to hit the cell phone screen without apparent result. It was already 10:00 at night and she had only sent an email to her grandmother and Ingrid that she would possibly be late and stay at the house of a colleague, she was not proud of the state she was in and much less wanted her grandmother see it that way.

Minutes still on the way she about to collapse from sleep she falls herself sitting on a bench sighing and ruffling her hair while she with narrowed eyes she looks everywhere trying to locate where she is.

—Oh mother, I would like to be a cat and find my way home ...

"I can help you with that ..." A funny and funny voice speaks behind her back.

-Hey? Who where? -He turns his head and meets someone he did not expect to see even in his most remote fantasies, Tom was standing there with a plastic market bag with black pants and a shirt of the same color with his black pasta glasses falling from the bridge of his nose and scratching the back of his neck.

-Are you OK? Where were you? It looks like a truck has run over you ...

"Well, I ... was having a party, yes that!" Or so I think, I honestly do not remember if it was a party or not.

"Interesting, and ... why are you here alone in the first place?" From what I see, you haven't called anyone because if you weren't you would already be at home, right? He sits next to her and hands her a bottle of water.

"Well, actually," he takes a long sip of water, "it's the first time I drink this way ... badly and I only drink water so ... I honestly don't know how I'm talking coherently right now." I didn't want to call anyone because I don't want them to see me like that, it's pathetic. -she sobs a little and wipes her nose with the sleeve of her sweater.

-Do not say that. -She helps him to wipe her tears from her, taking her from both cheeks, squeezing them, making a duck's mouth with them- anyone can get drunk once, you don't have to be ashamed. If what you don't want is to be seen like this, then I can take you to my house so you can sleep there today.

-Really? -She looks at him with bright and absurdly large eyes- thank you.

-Yes of course! Now let's go before you catch a cold, the night is cool.

With a smile brushing her lips he stands up together with it and with the help of it he hooks on one of her shoulders as they go all the way laughing and joking. They arrive at the major's apartment and open the door amidst laughter and stumbling from Diana.

"I think you need a bathroom, I'll lend you some clothes ok." him -he laughs discreetly when he sees her trying to stay on her feet- Go cool down I'll leave her in front of the door.

-Yes thanks. -With a sorry smile, he leaves the living room and fled to what was Ingrid's room and took off his clothes to enter the bathroom and get under the artificial rain- ah ... it feels good, a cold bath, what best in the world....

She began to carve her body carefully and removed her makeup with a little skin cream that was in front of the mirror, spending time there looking at herself. Her rosy cheeks were the evidence of her almost past drunkenness, she knew that the next day she would hurt even the smallest neuron but that concern vanished when she realized that she was at her house! the crush of it! She was at her crush's house and had bathed in one of her bathrooms! Ok ... That had sounded very fangirl but that didn't stop her.

-Diana! I have the clothes out here, I'll go out so you can get dressed, ok?

"Yes ... yes, thanks, I'm out ..." she waited for the sound of the door to close and she came out poking her head out of her. There on the bed there was a large T-shirt with tracksuit pants accompanying him. She gave him to go through the drawers to see if she could find anything there and thankfully she found what appeared to be her women's underwear still in her package. It seemed that Ingrid had bought it and did not use it, it was definitely her style, completely black and without any type of drawing, she took the underwear and placed it next to the same bra that she was wearing that day and put on the borrowed clothes. The clothes had a freshly washed scent but in the background you could feel the natural scent of the owner of it. With a smile she took some of her clothes already on her body and brought them to her nose. She went outside to the living room and saw Tom sitting there playing with the no longer puppy. It was a beautiful scene and her awkwardness in walking from her gave her away completely due to her hitting the small dresser table with her hip.

"It suits you better than me hahahaha."

—Thank you for lending me clothes, I already left mine in the washing machine, by tomorrow it will be ready.

—Don't worry about that, the clothes don't rush, now I was going to see a movie, do you want to come with me?

-Yes. she-she nods she gawking and she sits on the couch at a safe distance from the boy. She begins to watch the movie, in itself it was nothing to write home about but apparently her companion liked her a lot. As the minutes go by, his eyes begin to tire and he yawns gently while his head falls to the side of the chair, sleep was winning her over and although she wanted to continue admiring the beauty of her secret love in her eyes they did not feel like obeying so without further ado, with the intention of dropping her head on the arm of the sofa, she lets herself go completely. I took note of this and before her head hits the armrest of the furniture, he takes it and places it on her shoulder.

For him it was not an unpleasant feeling or anything like that, on the contrary, he felt good and even comfortable. Waiting for the film to end, she entertains her hands in her pink hair, playing with them while the girl leaning on her chest is asleep with calm breathing and a trail of saliva that runs along her corner and with a smile she looks at her and wipes her mouth with the shirt he's wearing.

At the end of the film he takes her below the knees and back of her and takes her to the room that she had as guests or the one that once belonged to Ingrid. He gently laid her on her mattress and wrapped her in the blankets. He removed the unruly hair that was almost colorless and brushed it away from her sleeping face. He caressed one of her cheeks in our love and left a chaste kiss on her forehead to get out of there. The cute dog was waiting for him outside and gave a big affectionate bark.

—Shut up boy, she's asleep, we shouldn't wake her up ...

Walking with the dog he enters her room and sighs at her seeing her so desolate, he definitely looked a bit sad but it doesn't matter, someday she would do something to him. He lay down on his bed with the dog next to him and running his hand over the dog's back fell asleep soundly within minutes of closing his eyes.