Page 4 of Temptation: Discreet
Me: That's what I was afraid of.
Sierra: Sorry! I wish I could help. I hate that you're a prisoner in your own home.
Me: Me too
Sierra: You need a night out!
Sierra: and a good fuck!
Me: That probably won't happen LOL
Sierra: That's because you haven't met the right guy yet but you will and he's going to rock your world.
I laugh at her comment. She’s so open about her sex life that it almost makes me wish that I experienced a better time. It’s not that I haven’t had an opportunity, I did when I was in college. One time. Which was the equivalent of never happening because it lasted about two minutes and I never finished, so does that even count?
Since then, I haven’t been able to go through with it with the limited attempts I may have had. This life is all about power, and when men think with one brain more than the other, well… Being practically a virgin at least provides me with some sense of power, or that’s what I keep telling myself. It’s the only control that I hold when I’m powerless every fucking day.
More movement within the bushes tears my attention away from my phone. The hairs on my back practically stand at attention as I squint my eyes, trying to get a clear view. Shrugging off the feeling of being watched, I drift my attention back to my phone when the vibration goes off again.
Sierra: Can you sneak out soon? OMG, there's a new sex club that opened near The Diamond! We should go!
Me: I'm not going to a sex club.
Sierra: You never know.
Me: Not happening.
Sierra: Never say never.
I roll my eyes at this bitch and her ideas, as if she could see it. I don’t bother to tell her whathappened earlier tonight. I can’t tell her that I’ll now have a newly appointed stalker, and that I’ll be forced into a marriage I don’t want. She’d protest, cause a scene, and probably get in Julian’s face.
The moment that we were paired together at Serpent’s Boxing Club, Sierra and I clicked instantly; her energy matching mine, my twin flame. With every high kick and jab punch, we hit it off through our boxing matches. We push each other to be better, to learn more, and grow in strength. Sierra is also the owner of the dive bar that I normally go to called Butterfly. She inherited it from her mother, and from the little details she’s shared, her father had disappeared when she was just a kid.
After one more inhale and exhale, I allow the gust of wind to carry the toxic smoke into the horizon. Placing the cigarette butt onto my ashtray, I give the backyard one last glance before walking inside my bedroom. My gray and purple comforter on my queen-sized bed matches the colors of the walls, and is covered in decorative pillows. The curtains remain open allowing the light of the moon to shine through the darkness of my space, the only peaceful place for me to relax even when my world is falling apart.
I’ve always felt my room as my sanctuary, the only place I am truly safe in from this prison I was born into. No matter what changes occur in my cell, this space will always remain my safe haven.
I turn towards my ensuite bathroom, ready to wash the day away and get in bed. All I can think about is closing my eyes and letting myself dream of a life that isn’t my reality.
1. *No tienes nada que decir – You don't have anything to say?
2. *Perdoname – Forgive me
3. *Entendiste – Understand?
Chapter 3
Sweat drips off my body as the blurred image of my mother standing over me with blood dripping down her causes me to panic. I can’t move. It’s like I’m paralyzed, struggling to keep calm as her death replays in front of me all over again.I can hear her screams as she begs for our safety before everything around her goes silent.
My eyes burst open when the sound of me screaming bounces off the walls. I flail and try to gain control of my body, until I’m finally able to sit up against the headboard of my bed and gasp for air. My pillow is wet from either sweat or tears, but it’s most likely both.
The memories of my mother are slowly fading from my mind. I barely remember the way she smelled or the sparkle in her eyes when she laughed. I mostly recall the fun we had together, the way she would lay in bed with me and read or the way she’d teach me to swim in the pool that we have outside. Every time I take in the reflection of the moon in the pool water, I am instantly transported to the day she tossed me in and the words of encouragement she’d say to me to keep me going. She was everything to me. She was the only one that truly felt the sheltered life alongside me and yet still felt free in a way I’ve tried to mimic, only to fail miserably.
As my breathing steadies, Julian slams the door open and barges into my room as if the rest of the house were on fire. “Hermana, estas bien?” he says hoarsely; his eyes holding a puzzled look as he takes in his surroundings.
“I’m fine,” I say, my face growing warm in shame as I swallow the sadness that washes over me. I wrap my arms around my knees, comforting myself the best I can. My brother takes a few steps forward and takes a seat at the edge of the bed. His silence speaks louder than the words I know he wants to say. I know he wants to make things right for not having my back during dinner with Father.
“I’m fine,” I repeat.