She was tired of the lies, deceptions and pain. She wanted someone who she could trust and not burry her in their lies. She longed for the desire in her relationships, and her life. She wanted to love, again, she would let her gaurd down. But, only for a special someone. Here is Aneilya and Chris' story.
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Chris
I still had what Aneilya asked me on my mind as I jogged up the stairs, skipping every other one. I still couldn’t grasp how Dianne had the nerve to show up in my house like we friends or something. Now Kae, she just, I have no comment for her! I made a mental note to myself to get my locks changed, as I turned on the shower, stepping in the steamy bath tub. I let the hot water tap against my head as I stood under it just thinking about nothing in reality, I picked up my bath sponge soaking the water on it and selecting one of the body washes I had sitting on the shower rack. I began lathering my arms when I noticed a big spot of blood on it. How did blood get on me? I thought aloud, thinking back to when I last seen blood. I scrubbed the half dried blood of my arm until it turned pink, I quickly washed the rest of my body and wrapped my lower body with a nearby towel.
Stepping out of the steamy bathroom, cold air hit my soaked body, goose bumps raised on my arms giving me a little shiver. Aneilya was talking loudly with someone not noticing me. I made my way to my dresser pulling out a pair of Hanes underwear and a graffiti covered pair of boxers, I looked up in my mirror catching Aneilya’s eyes on me. I smirked, and grabbed my things.
“Jessica.” she mouthed pointing to her phone. I nodded and went to my closet to find that it had been invaded with Aneilya’s clothes. I put on my underwear and boxers, looking around for what I should wear. I found my outfit after looking in my rearranged closet within 3 minutes, I threw it on and went to my jewelry box that sat on top of my dresser and took out my gold watch and chain set I just bought. I sat on my bed and laced up my shoes, realizing Aneilya wasn’t on the bed anymore. I applied some Degree and Axe body spray, and grabbed my phone of my bed, powering it on. The door of the bathroom opened and out walked Aneilya with a pair of 6 inch beige Christian Louboutin’s, and a tribal looking outfit.
My eyes were glued to her as she strutted in her outfit she fixed her self in front of my mirror, she winked at me and turned around swiftly facing me. I noticed she had put her bangs out, and had straightened it. “You ready?” she asked, smoothing out her tube skirt.
“Yeah.” I said, getting off of the bed, sliding my phone into my pocket. We walked down the stairs and out of the front door, I locked it and we headed to my car. I unlocked the car with my keypad and opened up the door for her to get inside, she sat down and I closed the door rushing to get to my side. I got in and started the engine, sighing, and looking at her before backing out of my drive way. The drive to the restaurant was silent, but not an awkward silent, a peaceful one. It gave me enough time to just think about stuff, without me not being able to hear my own thoughts. We were under a traffic light when I had just remembered to call Antonio, the owner of the restaurant we were headed to, to check if he still had the reservation I had made earlier with him.
Dialing Antonio
“Ah, Christopher ciao! You haven’t forgotten about your reservation for tonight, no?” he spoke loudly, with a heavy Italian accent.
I pressed the down button on my volume rocker, “Nah man, I haven’t. I was just calling you to make sure if I was still on the list.” I put on my right signal, making a sharp right before spotting the restaurant.
His deep, bass voice chuckled into my ears. “No certo che no. Of course not, in fact your table has been set up for thirty minutes now.” I heard the rattling of pots in pans, in his background.
I pulled up into the front of the restaurant, “Thanks man, I’m here now.”
“Oh grande, I’ll have one of my men come out to park your vehicle. See you inside.”
I hung up the phone and grabbed a pair of designer glasses from inside of the armrest and decided to wear them. I looked over at Aneilya, as she looked at the building like a child would when passing by an amusement park. She turned abrubtly to me, “What is this place?”
“Home.” I said as I seen Paul, one of their workers walking towards the car.
Her jaw dropped, “This is your house?” She asked astonished, pointing to the building.
I shook my head, “No. It’s Casa Tua, it means home in Italian.”
Paul gently knocked on Aneilya’s window signaling his arrival, I unlocked the doors allowing him to help her out of the car. I exited myself and saluted Paul as I made my way towards Aneilya.
“They’re going to take our picture as we’re walking down that red carpet over there. Just letting you know now.” I said as we approached the entrance of the restaurant.
She smoothed out her tube skirt and eyebrows, whilst holding on to her clutch. “Why?” she asked before looping her arms with mine as we walked down the carpet, as we posed for the six kneeling photographers, blinding me with the flashes of their cameras. “Because this is a five star hotel, and I’m sure this is the only one that does it.” I said, raising my arms out so she would take a view of the scenary in front of her.
Antonio did big for this one, I mean even I was in awe of what he had done. All the tables had been cleared out of the restaurant. So it was just one table in the middle of the where the candle lit chandelier hung above us, a nice tablecloth was neatly placed on the table where our plates were also arranged. Rose pedals surrounded both the tables and chairs, there was a mini scented candle placed in the center of the table along with an white rose. I pulled out a seat for Aneilya and soon took mine, the lights where dimmed a soft music played as an waitress came placing an Enjoy! -Casa Tua card on the cable, and left in silence. Then two our ones came on our left sides placing a steamy plate of lobster tail, broccoli, shrimp, garlic flavored mashed potatoes, and fries in a basket. He definitely does not serve anything like this on his menu, I thought. Two more waiters came along pouring wine into our wine cups. Antonio then came along with his own filled wine cup.
“Bello,” he nodded his head towards Aneilya. “You must be Aneilya. My you are beautiful! I am Antonio.” he smiled revealing the eye wrinkles on the corners of his eyes. He laid his rugged hands on my left shoulder, “I like this one Christopher. Scelta guista. Enjoy your meal you too.” I really took that to my head when he said ‘Scelta guista; right choice.’ We ate in very little silence talking throughout our entire meal, up until I mentioned Gui. She took the last shrimp off of my plate before I did and reached her hands for some fries, and popped them all in her mouth at once. “Oh yeah. Gui told me to tell you, that he’s out.” She said swallowing the rest of her food.
“OUT?!” I shouted, as I jumped out of chair bolting to the entrance of the restaurant. “Paul I need my keys.”
He tossed me my keys as Antonio came out of the Kitchen wiping his apron, “Mr. Chris is something wrong?”
“Gui left the house.” I said as I exited the double doors of the restaurant.
Aneilya managed to catch up with me in her heels, “What’s wrong? Is Gui in trouble?” I unlocked the car and started the engine with my keypad, we both got into the car and I sped out of the entrance making my way to one of the nearest crackhouses that Gui would call ‘hangout spots’.
“He might relapse.” Came out of my mouth, causing my eyes to become tight as I grippened the steering wheel, stepping on the gas pedal as a flashback of Gui came into my mind of him laying lifelessly in my driveway.
“Why don’t you just call him?”
“With what phone? He doesn’t have one.” I said making a wide left onto the road.
I felt her eyes on me, “Yes he does, I saw him with one earlier. A BlackBerry.”
I looked at her with still eyes, “A white one?”
She nodded. I made a full U-turn in the middle of the street.
“I know where he is now.” I turned down a closed road. “He’s with Crazed.”
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
