I was alone at the longue of the house when Raven came. I didn't say anything and he just joined me. We just stared at what was in front of us, utterly speechless. My gaze wouldn't move his way since I was stunned and claimed to be observing my surroundings.
Beside me, a man inquired, "The night is indeed calming in mind, isn't it?" After giving him a brief glance, I turned my head away. Alright, I'd never been hit by alcohol, but I needed it now. I just wanted to have a low tolerance if I had to.
In order to keep things interesting, I interjected some jokes into my sentences. "Hmm, that's why I prefer to spend the night rather than the morning. Daylight always boils my blood; however, the night gives me peace of mind that I love so much. Since the children are already asleep." I poured a glass of red wine.
"You're right, it makes me want to be me whenever I'm here. Whenever everything's not good, I take sympathy to the dark because no one can see me. No one would judge me or feel pity whenever I cried in the dark." I kept my mouth shut. Why was he discussing that subject at this time? "When we talk about the kids, what you said was true?"
I sipped the wine and straightened my gaze at him, "I will choose our kids over you no matter what happens, Raven. They built me up when I was so broken; they filled those things that should be done by you. And if you don't have it, I won't look for your presence anymore." Damn, how long will Cbiara lie? Until you're cornered?
"I know." I saw the pained smile he released, but I chose to ignore it rather than pay attention to it. "I understand you,"
"Did you get hurt?"
He chuckled, "Of course not; I expected that you would say that." Suddenly, my whole body lost energy. I really wanted to leave, it felt like I was expecting another answer from him, but I just smiled instead.
I was staring away when he was blabbering about something, so I just listened to it carefully. "Even me, I'll do that for the sake of my kid, I will let everyone go just for them." I don't know if I was damn glad because he understands me or annoyed because I didn't get the answer I wanted. I stuck my tongue inside my mouth and was trying to control myself so hard.
I didn't say a word; I don't know, but I lost my appetite after he said that.
"Yeah, of course, that's how parents think." I smiled even though a part of me was kinda dissatisfied. I took a deep breath and smiled at him whenever he looked my way.
No words came out of our mouths after that conversation between the two of us, and it was freaking awkward. Damn, can we just go without saying goodbye? I just drank alcohol until I was tired and passed out.
"You're drunk," he commented to me after several shots. I shut my eyes, then opened them. I looked at him, and he was three. I pointed at him and laughed.
"You are triplets?" I hiccupped. I laughed because they had the same reaction and were confused, even though their dresses were the same. Darn it, I don't know what I'm doing already. "Damn, where is Raven?" I stood up. I didn't know what I was doing, and it seemed like I was just making myself ashamed, yet I still got up and looked at them. "You! Get up!" I ordered him.
"Shh, Cbiara, maybe someone will hear us." He tried to cease me, but my forehead knotted.
"N-no!" I grinned suddenly, then grabbed him, and I wondered why I had three hands. Staring at his forearm that the veins popped out, I found it sexy. I bit my lower lip and checked him. "Hey." I slapped his face, and the three faces I've eyeballed have the same reaction. I pulled back. "Do I have a superpower?" I exclaimed and looked into my hands.
I rub my eyes, and maybe I'm just squinting; when I look again, it's just three him again. I giggled, clapped my hands and even shared that with the man. Damn, why is he fvcking handsome in my eyes? I pouted, held his cheeks, and played it.
"You're so cute," I blurted and kissed his cheeks. I didn't know myself that day, it felt like it wasn't me and another personality of mine when I was drunk.
"Damn, I don't know you're like this when you're wasted. I hope you are not like this to Hiro because I might kill him." He murmured, and honestly I didn't understand anything. The only thing I did was smile and plant kisses on his face.
"I like you; I love your face!" I screamed and kissed him one more time, then my eyes darted at his red lips that were like strawberries. I was attracted; I held it and played; he parted his lips, and I inserted my fingers in his mouth, and he licked it. I was hypnotized, and I felt like I was on top of the clouds as I was amazed by what he was doing.
I just found myself kissing him on the lips. He fought but also fell asleep in the middle of what the two of us were doing.
When I woke up the following day, I was so ashamed of the man that I nearly fainted. Rather than feeling drunk, I think back on what transpired the previous evening. Did I do it and say it in front of him without a fvcking awkwardness? Damn! I scream under my pillows so no one would hear me. That's the first thing that I recall when I woke up. At first, I thought it was just a simple dream but when I smell my breath that's when I confirmed the reality.
It's also his fault; if he hadn't answered my kisses, then that embarrassing situation wouldn't exist. Oh no! Fvck shit! I hit my head trying to erase that. It appeared like he was really staring at me as if yelling that I should be ashamed of what I did yesterday, and even though I attempted to escape it, it felt like he was playing with me in my imagination. I shook my head from side to side and even if I felt like I was dizzy, I didn't care much about it. I acted as if I couldn't recall what I did since I knew I made a mistake and I was not that desperate to tell that to him. However, I detest it when my body screams whenever our skin makes contact with the guy. I hate myself terribly.
That's one time when we were at the dining table and his finger slipped in my finger as well.
Red observed me befuddled, "Mom, why are you red?" Red pointed at my cheeks. I looked at Hiro to ask for help, but he didn't even look at me, so I almost threw pork at him. Why do I have a friend like him anyway? I tried to avoid my kids' questions but Red always looked at me as if I was something in his eyes.
“Mom, you're not answering.”