A Masterpiece

The fear emanating from the girl is palpable. I even notice she is shaking a little; this whole situation is causing concrete tension to rise in the villa, which is turning into an emergency. All this begins to intoxicate me to the highest point, and without hiding, it is always how all problems start with me.

If this continues, I will lose my footing, and the objective I set for myself when I came here will end up in the trash because I risk screwing everything up in the next few minutes.

I have sweaty palms, and I feel a little cold sweat running down my eardrums. I usually don't sweat, but I'm just worried about what I can do here, and I'm sure I'll end up putting their villa in ashes; if that's why I think this girl is making me run like crazy, it's true.

I'm not here hunting; I'm here to see Ewen. I'm trying to put some order in my emotions and murderous side, which is beginning to awaken me. The fight I put up against my own body and instinct is tiring. I don't want to hold back, but I have to. Everything I've done before will be revealed, and it will be an absolute disaster. I have so much left to do and implement.

I look for a moment at the girl's hand on my jacket. I want to take it off to put a break on all this mad rush and refocus, but maybe I should stop running, but if I stop suddenly, she risks losing her balance.

When I look around, all the staff seem scared, as if they were spectators in a horror movie when they are lovers of musical comedy and romance.

I closed my eyes and let myself be guided by the girl. Her hand is starting to annoy me, her fear is making me sick, and my heart is not helping any of this. It is beginning to twist in my chest as if he were crushed with a hoof. I need a little peace.

I felt the change in temperature on my face. I wasn't wearing anything super fancy for brunch with adults and others, but for people my age, it would be perfect. I can say I was perfect. I didn't think to change or wear something more presentable to land on a whim at my boyfriend's parent's house for the first time.

I look more like a soldier with a black t-shirt, ribbon joggers, a black jacket, and black sneakers. I don't know which battalion exactly, but it's perfect. At least it makes me a little more mature. My childish features are less visible.

I was planning to spend the day outside with Ewen. We had to talk, and it would have been better if I had invited him to go out. For example, I want to go to the amusement park since I've never done it before and do outdoor activities.

After all, I am still in a period of familiarization with public places, or else we could have done something else if he did not want to.

But I just wanted to take advantage of today's temperature; it's super good.

I hurriedly opened my eyes when I felt the soft warmth of the sun's rays on my cheek. I'm not calm enough as I would have liked, but I think I have at least found a little balance between my murderous instincts and my psychological equilibrium.

The girl had her eyes lingering on me; they were misted with tears. She begged me without saying a word. And how can a person rely on a complete stranger to help her without knowing the thoughts that person may have in mind? It's not prudent, but it's forgivable since she's home.

Then, I was seized by the cries that covered me. Suddenly, I shift my eyes from the crying girl in front of me to the place where the shrill and desperate cries come. But the first thing I noticed snatched an exclamation of surprise from me.

"Holy shit!"

Is it him wearing this outfit? He dared to show up at their brunch dressed like this. This boy is crazy. He must not be feeling well in his head. I said, "He must have a death wish."

His grandfather must be more than offended to shake him like that as if he were an olive branch.

As I told you, he might surely do something to provoke someone. He doesn't provoke me the same way as the other people around him. He gives me ideas that are not very Catholic.

Usually, he is lovely and always well dressed, but above all, he is like a pretty well-behaved little boy, but this is completely different this time.

I can already imagine him taking them off while kissing him. I can imagine celebrating him all day long dressed like this and even...

But it's not the right time. I have to do something; otherwise, I risk undressing only a lifeless body with the jaw or even the head crushed.

But, one last thing, I would like to take him to dinner dressed like this.

His white pantsuit is very tempting, not to mention his thin waist, which is covered with a layer of belly chain, is completely uncovered. I can only see his back, enough for me to imagine him from the front. He must be enchanting enough to get killed by his stupid parents.

This boy is incredible. I've never seen his tiny waist so pretty and sexy. With all those chains on his body, it's mind-boggling and lethal. He has terrific nerves, this boy with almond eyes. The Chinese know what they said about this study.

He is irresistible without accessories, and what he has done is completely on another level. He has burned all the stages in one outfit.

There is such tension in the atmosphere that my nostrils burn in contact with the air I have inhaled.

I take my eyes off him for a moment to turn my attention to this well-dressed little crowd standing on either side, who seem to like watching how this jerk is mauling him. Not everyone...

Kenan's mother was at her wit's end. She had to scream and fight against the man holding him back, against her husband.

But there are these three bitches and this old owl standing guard over Zack and his father; they are having their time. They eat, drink, and have fun as if they were at an open-air cinema. They are totally in their element in the act of so much brutality.

I can see how outraged and horrified Zack, and his father are by this scene, but they don't have enough guts to intervene, to come between this man and Ewen.

This man is unleashed on my little treasure like a rabid beast, and I don't accept that. I wouldn't say I like it at all. He is not anyone's punchball for anyone.

And suddenly, all the anger and rage I was trying so hard to keep under control surfaces, and I see everything in front of me in horrible blood red.

Ken's mom starts screaming again as her husband holds her from moving and stops her from going to the rescue of her child, "her baby," as she calls him.

In a split second, I found myself behind Ken. I don't know when I arrived there, let alone when I grabbed the monstrous arm of this old man and started twisting his wrist mercilessly for the old man he is, nor the respect I should have shown him.

He didn't respect Ken's body and rights, so why would I respect someone like that? Why should I show restraint in front of him?

To me, he's just a pile of shit that I have to clean up before the smell makes it hard to breathe, well before it rotates the atmosphere, making it entirely impossible to live.

A heavy silence fell over everyone. Even the three serving bitches stopped pecking at the plates. The mean grandfather looked up at me, and when I met his gaze, I squeezed harder on his wrist, which made an interesting little crack. He let out a cry of pain and released Ken, who staggered. He bumped into me behind him.

I released the old man's wrist that I screwed up enough by tossing him away like dirt to catch up with Ewen. My right hand went to nestle directly on his bare belly adorned with the layer chains, a "body chain" it looked like.

I know a lot of things about jewelry because I like jewelry. And I always wanted to ask him if he wanted some too. I just didn't know how to approach it yet. I didn't want him to believe that I was trying to turn him into, I don't know, I don't know... so, that's how it is...

Chills run down my spine when my hand comes into contact with his bare skin. I want to venture further, to slide my hand under his crop top to touch his nipples.

I haven't teased him in a century. Even without my voice, I know he knows it's me. The little cry he let out was a signal his body gave him about the identity of the invader who had just entered his territory.

This time it's my turn to have the problems he faces whenever he hears my voice unexpectedly. He clung to my jogger for a moment to catch his breath; then, he slowly lifted his head towards me.

And I'm there impatiently, panting, waiting for him to make eye contact with me, my breathing quickening and my pulse racing.

The wait to look into his beautiful hazel eyes in this outfit puts me in all my states, driving me crazy while I try to keep my composure.

When our eyes finally meet, a sensual growl escapes my throat, my belly hardens, and my breathing becomes even faster. He had tears folded in his eyes, his lips red and swollen, his cheeks on fire, his milky skin glowing like an angel mirror.

He looks tired, but despite that, he is the most beautiful piece of art ever. I have there, in my arms, under my eyes, a living work of art.

And who is this person who dared to slap him? Ah, this one has to thank heaven I'm late. Otherwise, that damn hand, she wouldn't have it now.

We stayed like that for a moment, looking at each other without saying a word, but nothing was calm inside me. I fight against the urge to kiss him immediately and undress him, leaving him only dressed in these chains that he had the excellent idea to buy.

The person who invented his body jewelry knew what he was doing.

With my left hand, I arranged a strand of hair sticking to his face, and I quickly looked away; it was the only way not to screw up things much more than they already were with his family. He is... seductive.

"So kitten, have you provoked the wrong person again?"

That was the only way for me to avoid doing a stupid thing. I already kissed him in front of his mom once because I can't control my urges when I see his mouth, and kissing him here would be like adding fuel to the fire, and I'm stronger than that. I'm better than that... Aren't I?

He didn't answer. On the contrary, he jumped and fluttered his long eyelashes like the flapping of a fairy wing. He wasn't sure that I was there. He had just realized he wasn't dreaming, and I was actually the one holding him right now.

He straightened up abruptly like a wild cat, jumping to his feet, except that he had two feet and not four paws.

If someone else had told me that, I would have denied it, but I was there and witnessed the whole scene.

He was no longer that Ewen, whom his grandfather had bullied and abused. He had once again become that cat with tiger syndrome. He started staring at me like I was the one who wanted to get rid of him a while ago.

"What are you doing here? He yelled, looking at me from head to toe. He has never been so arrogant with me. He can ignore me and pretend I don't exist, but he is never contemptuous and dismissive of me.

I looked up at the rest of the audience, who still hadn't recovered from their shock. Even the grandfather wasn't sure if I just crushed his wrist with one hand. Then I look back at Ewen, who is still waiting for an answer to his question.

"I'm here to pick you up," I tell him without flinching. He blinks again, but this time it's out of boredom, and he rolls his eyes. I looked elsewhere because if this continues, I risk doing something irreparably.

He is a master of himself. While I do everything to stay zen, he seems good about himself and manages everything like a boss. He shows no signs of trouble while he tortures me.

I look at him more attentively, paying more attention to his outfit. Indeed, he wears a body chain over his V-neck crop top, which reveals the fine mesh of the jewel on his milky skin. He has pierced his ears and maybe his navel too. I'm not sure.

A sigh escaped me, and again I had to look away. I did just that today; I looked away. I imagine I would have forbidden him to do that if I were him.

But he couldn't stop looking at me when I looked at him. This damn brat! I think he knows what I must be feeling because he licked his lips provocatively and sensually without taking his eyes off me.

Then he shuffles from foot to foot slightly before slipping a hand into the pocket of his chic baggy pants like a kid, resuming his innocent and pure air.

What the fuck!

"Unfortunately, I don't intend to go anywhere with you." He ends up answering, avoiding looking at me.

"Can I know who you are?" intervenes his father's deep voice.

" A friend of your son's, obviously," his father angrily answers.

"Dad, I get that he is my son's friend, but I don't know him. I am not stupid. "

"You believe that it remains to be proven," the old man replies, ironically this time. His father glared at his grandfather, who glared at him while stroking his limp wrist.

Unfortunately, he will need much more to get rid of the pain.

"Only your son could hang out with someone who doesn't respect his elders. Look what that runt did to my wrist. He's probably a petty thief he brought home this time. "

I look up at him just as Ewen has turned to face them.

"Old man, watch your words. If it's your habit to mess around with all kinds of people, don't think it's the case for everyone. " Ewen answers him in a tone that is both calm and hard.

"And why would I respect a person like you, Friedrich?"

"How dare you?" As I told you, nothing good could come from this thing you call your son. He's worthless. Look at his acquittance, uneducated, ill-mannered homeless people who allow themselves to show up at your door. "

"You want to know who is worthless here? As you say, Friedrich, it's you because I don't see two around. Oh, there's your son too. I almost forgot the latter. "

"Young man, I don't know who you are or where you come from. I will not accept that you come here under my roof to disrespect me."

"Mr. Schröder, if it weren't for my respect for your wife and son, I would have already set that house you seem proud of on fire to ashes because you dared to lay your hands on him."

"So thank them because this uneducated thug is an absolute madman when he sees shameless and stupid tyrants like you and your father acting as if they were the most devout and the executioners of order."

"Who let him in?" Where is your security? Who lets this less than nothing come to disturb our Sunday? "

His grandmother intervenes like a hysteric. She is almost as tall as her husband. She is austere and faded in a straight dress, but we see that she does everything to stay beautiful; but it's a waste of time because it's already too late. Her time passed a long time ago.

"Don't worry, and I am not here to stay too long. I'll leave if he asks me to leave, old skin, so I'll stay here as long as he doesn't order me to. "

She was startled and showed a scandalized face for calling her old skin. Her husband stepped in my direction when he saw his wife's face. But he gave up no matter what crazy idea that should have been going through his head at the moment when he saw my sore dog expression.

" What don't tell me she thinks she's still young, guys? Doesn't she have any mirrors or any old pictures of herself? No, but what am I saying? I am silly; she must have hundreds. You are rich, after all.

"That's enough, young man. Get out," Ken's father stepped in. "I'm sure you had no parents to take care of your education. I forgive you for your disrespect, but I will never forgive my son for having such poor attendance. You have seen his friend. He knows he must not interfere in the family affairs of others. "

I had a joyless laugh that must have been frightening since they all took a few steps back. Only Ewen and his mother stayed close to me without moving. My parents, I mentally said, kicking a nervous foot… humm.

I know how I would have taken pleasure in snatching those words from his mouth, but I try to control myself. They looked at me and thought I was homeless. Are they serious? They must be far too full of themselves to see what they have in front of them.

"My parents, the good news is that they're dead so they won't be ashamed of my behavior today, and that educated friend you're talking about must be Zack, right?" I looked up to look at him where he was standing.

He still hasn't moved next to his father, who seems increasingly lost by what he is following, a kind of drama for him indeed.

"It's just that he's not a man; I'm talking about the man in general, what makes us human, the man in himself." Because no man of that stature will let a wretched monster beat his friend like shit before his eyes for fear of hurting the misplaced egos of his elders. "

"To be my eldest, you have to earn it, and not one of you here deserves it. So yes, I don't respect you, so learn to be a real man, of course, to earn my respect, old-fashioned brick. It's not that testosterone stuff you are. Do you think a man is all about that? "What nonsense, all that is bullshit, guys."

A murmur of voices rises among Zack's sisters, and their mother as Zack's father stares at him without saying a word. Zack rolls his eyes. He uncrosses his arms; he slouches his hands in his pockets and purses his lips.

He started clenching his fists, his jaw gripped, and all the veins in his neck, head, and arms began swelling, and in the next second, he started running toward me like a bull in a harem.

I feel like a toreador waving a red rag carelessly under his nose.

I didn't move, and I waited for him with firm footing. The impact was of quality. I have been white-heated since I saw this scene, so I might as well get rid of the remains of anger still dribbling in me.

If at least I can't take my anger out on Ewen's parents right now, why not take it out on Zack?