Can I stay?

After some time Aunty returned with a bowl of water and a napkin. She sat by my side and dipped the napkin in the water and put it on my forehead.

"I know that we can't take your mother's place, but we care for you as much. So please tell us if you are having difficulties." She said while changing the napkin after a few seconds.

I looked at her and nodded. But can I tell her what I just did? Any sane person would hate me.

Aunty nodded and continued to change the napkin from time to time.

"What happened? Did you eat something bad?" She asked

"Yeah, it upset my stomach." I lied.

"Didn't I tell you to not eat outside? Tell me if you want to eat something, and I will make it for you." She scolded me.

I nodded my head with a smile. She was really a good person. Not many would do things like her for so long.

Maybe for the first few days. But then that's it.

But she had been taking care of me for almost a month now. And never complain about anything.

Suddenly a thunderclap sounds outside. Both of us were surprised by the sudden thunderclap.

"Oh! It seems that it's going to rain heavily tonight." Aunty said as she looked towards the window.

She stood up and called Aisha and told her that she was in my house and told her to close all the windows and stay inside before cutting the phone.

Aunty put the phone down and said "I have to stay here until the rain stops."

She sat on the chair with a tired face. She just returned from her work. She must have wanted to see me on her way. But things happened and now she had to stay here.

The rain had already started to pour heavily outside.

I also started to relax a bit. My body heat also started to go down a little bit. Seeing this Aunt sighed in relief.

Another hour passed but there was no sign of the rain stopping. She read the weather forecast and sighed again.

She called Aisha and told her the news. She had to stay at my house tonight. She also told Aisha to eat on time and sleep early.

"I have to intrude on your house tonight." She said with a smile.

"What are you saying? You can stay here as long as you want." I replied to her seriously.

She smiled and nodded. "Can I get some spare clothes? I can't sleep in these clothes."

I nodded and got up. We went to Mom's room. I opened the wardrobe and asked her to take one.

She took a tank top and shorts. She then went to the bathroom to take a shower and I also returned to my room.

I look outside the window but can't see anything because of the heavy rain. So I pulled the cover and covered it.

I sit on the chair and take out my diary. I opened a particular page which has a list. Some of them were marked but some left as it is.

I mark one of the unmarked. It says killing. I shivered again when I remembered what I had just done.

I quickly close the diary and hide it with other books on the table.

I tried almost every possible way before I did what I did. But nothing worked. I was now starting to doubt. I doubt that I was going crazy. All the words I saw were illusions. Something that my brain made up.

I was feeling guilty for my actions. I was regretting what I did. But there was no medicine for regrets.

While I was deep in my thoughts, Aunty returned from the shower. I looked at her and was taken aback.

The tops were too thin. And because of the bath and water, I could see her breasts. She wasn't even wearing anything underneath.

Because of this her breast swings with her every step. I quickly moved my eyes from them but Aunty noticed my gaze.

She only chuckled and said "Why are you shying? You even sucked them when you were a baby."

"Because I am not a baby anymore and I can't suck them now," I replied to her teasing. I was even bolder with my mother.

"Why? Do you want to? Maybe you can if you become a baby." She laughed at the end.

"Mommy, I am hungry," I said acting like a baby. She was surprised that I didn't act shy like boys of my age.

"Then let me cook first." She replied with a smile.

"I am hungry for milk," I replied

We laugh together. I also manage to not think about my actions.

Aunty quickly went downstairs and made some simple food for us. She prepared a ready-made soup and cooked pasta for us.

She came upstairs to my room with a tray of food. "I make something simple to digest. It may help with the recovery."

She sat on the bed and gave me a bowl of soup.