©Chapter Six: "Will".

Marathon 1/2.

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"Helena, my love ... This is not the end of the story, I promise you."

I woke up with a start from the dream and looked around me nervously. I took a breath deep and calmed down, everything was in order. I got out of bed and checked the time on my cell phone.

It was Saturday, ten in the morning. Today my dad and mom were going on a business trip for important work matters. So, they are like crazy organizing the last details to go to the airport early.

I took a quick shower and put on the first thing I found. I took my phone and left my room. I went downstairs with speed and headed the kitchen for breakfast.

—Hey, mom.

I said her Hello.

He smiled at me. I was in a rush.

—Hello daughter. I left you breakfast there. — She informed me, as he disappeared from the kitchen with speed.

I laughed.

I approached the counter – island – and sat on it. I observed what he had prepared for me and it was a coffee with milk, with toast. I began to eat quietly, and when I finished, I washed the dishes that I used.

When I finished washing them my parents were about to leave. I helped them carry their bags to the taxi they ordered and they looked at me.

—Well, you know the rules. No parties, no low grade at the Institute, and ... Oh, nothing! You are a saint, I don't need to tell you what to do, princess. I love you Lenna. Anything call me, kisses. — She hugged me tightly and in seconds he was away from me.

Okay, honestly, I would have liked our hug to last a little longer. I shifted my gaze to my dad's and he smiled at me. It is not so demonstrative.

—Be careful, little one. We will be back in a couple of days. I love you. — He hugged me quickly, kissed my forehead with patches and separated after milliseconds.

«Bet it will be more days».

I was stunned.

They kept saying goodbye to me, as they got into the taxi, and I did the same. In the blink of an eye, they were already gone, leaving me alone.

Again.

I sighed sadly. Without further ado, I went back into the house and closed the door behind me. I watched her and thought; what could I do in this time alone; surely study. I laughed, maybe I'm going out to a party or a disco maybe.

I stopped thinking about those things and decided to start cleaning the house. I started with my room, then the living room, then the bathroom, and finally the kitchen. How nice it is to see the house sparkling and organized. When I finished cleaning it, I lay down on the couch and watched television.

[...]

After spending hours watching television and being bored, I received a notification from my cell phone. I noticed, and it was a message from Katherine.

"Friend, would you like to go out today?"

Kath, 7pm.

I smiled, opened the message and wrote to him.

"MMM good".

Me.

"Okay. In a while I'll go and we'll get ready at your house, do you think?"

Kath.

"Yes, come. My parents are gone, they went on a trip. So hurry up and come quickly."

Me.

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit. Kisses."

Kath.

I left her in sight and went up to my room. I walked over to my closet and checked what clothes I could wear tonight. I already had the outfit ready. And as I settled him on my bed, I heard the house bell. Quickly, I left the room and came down the stairs with speed. I walked over to the front door and opened it, finding Katherine, smiling happily at me.

I smiled at him.

—Bitch, my love! — She hugged me and I followed the hug. He entered the house and closed the door.

We went up to my room and the action began; We started producing and fixing them for tonight.

[...]

I didn't feel my feet, but I followed the rhythm of the music, non-stop. It was four o'clock in the morning I think. I was a little short of breath, but continued to drink the pure vodka, without thinking about the future consequences. My head didn't give more, I was going to explode from the pure alcohol I was ingesting. And from so much loud music, I heard someone speak to me but I continued to have fun in my world; called, supposedly, "illegal fun," as my parents call it.

I turned my head and it was Katherine, my dear best friend; The one who got me into all this "illegal fun" stuff. Well, rather: "fun over the top."

I smiled amused.

I saw how she frowned at me for my stupid smile I did, but I didn't take much of it. I was just looking at that tall, brown boy with green eyes I suppose, white skin, incredible muscles, and a charming smile. He did not take his eyes off mine and I did not stop moving my hips sensually so that he would not stop seeing me with that desire in his gaze, and that he did not stop biting his lower lip.

This does not make me the polite girl that I always have to be, but to think of being in her bed or at least feeling her lips on mine, is the wish that I cannot help thinking and feeling it. Although, with those thoughts, others pass over me, causing me to think of him.

God, I'm totally drunk.

—Lenna, calm down. Actually, stop for a bit. — Katherine told me, grabbing my wrist and trying to take the glass from me.

My wrist came out of his grip.

—No, Kath! I never have fun, leave me alone. — I yelled, fed up with everything and drunk.

—Don't be an idiot, let's go, — she scolded me, tugging at my wrist.

—I said no! You go, bitch! — I answered annoyed, taking my wrist out of his hand.

She gave me a bad look, shook her head and left, causing me to lose sight of her. I rolled my eyes and went looking for her but couldn't find her. Curse.

—She'll get over it, — I said softly, amused.

I went back to the dance floor as if nothing had happened. But I felt like they grabbed my waist roughly with a pull and I placed my hands on each of his pectorals.

—You ...— said and I looked up.

It was that boy who kept looking at me the other way around. I smiled at him in amusement and wrapped my hands around his neck. He, noticing my action, hugged my waist tighter.

—Tell me, cute ...— I whispered in his ear maliciously.

He smiled at me.

—Stop dancing like that, babe. You turn me on too much, sweetie. — He lowered his hands to my butt and squeezed it.

—Yes? ... what else? — I asked him in an almost whisper, approaching his lips, slowly.

—I want you in my bed, — he whispered, moving my left leg to her waist slowly.

—Do it, — I muttered.

The unknown boy brought his face closer to mine and brought our lips together. The kiss never started slowly, it was very intense and with many licks. The brunette squeezed my butt more, he began to grope me more than he should and I didn't like it at all. For a moment I wanted to separate, but he forced me to continue. It scared me. About to push him, someone did it first. The brunette was jerked away from me, and a black-haired man punched him hard on the nose with all the anger and hatred in the world. The green-eyed boy fell to the ground, passed out. Some were surprised by what happened and so was I when I saw him again.

—Matthew? What are you doing here? ...

He interrupted me.

—What are you fucking doing here?! — He yelled annoyed and analyzed me — Look at you, you're drunk, God. — He took me by my left elbow, hard, and hit me to his body, sharply.

I laughed, for no reason.

—Oh, leave me, bad guy, I pouted, whimpering. I want to have fun, I never do.— I struggled his grip.

He glared at me.

—Do not! You will go with me! You look ridiculous like that! In't do understand how you could lower yourself to so much. God, you're not like that, Helena. Let's go.— He scolded me, angry and took me out of the disco, frustrated.