Fragmented Love (5 page)

Chapter 13

RESEMBLANCE TO THE DEAD GIRLFRIEND

"Why is my goddaughter did not come?"

Juan Carlos's grandmother Amelia asked, while the three dined before a table provided with food.

"She left, however, said it would soon come to visit." - Amelia looked at Juan Carlos and he smiled, admiring the young woman in a beige dress. Sometimes he imagined that Amelia looked like a doll and wanted to charge it in his arms and keep her for a while not accelerated time.

After dinner, Juan Carlos took her to the library. The girl looked at some shelves full of books and looked very surprised with the number of books in the room.

"Wow! How many books!"

"Do you like to read?"

"It depends on whatever"

"What do you like? Fiction, police cases, fantasy, romance?" - He looked at her and smiled.

But Amelia did not return the smile, but instead asked another question. - "What do you prefer?"

"I often read police cases"

He said crossing his arms over his chest. Amelia realized his dark shirt and then looked at one of the shelves.

"And I usually read some passages from the Bible"

Juan Carlos smiled. - "You are very religious"

Soon she was encouraged to explain. - "I had spent my mind to go to a convent but I gave up when I thought of my father, never leave him alone in this life."

The young man came closer and looked into her face. Amelia could see the twinkle in his blue eyes.

"Did you ever consider entering a convent?"

"I do not know, maybe one day"

I said looking around.

"That's because are not you in love with someone. When that happens, you put away this crazy idea in your mind"

"You're starting to sound like Marianne"

His finger held his chin and looked into the dark eyes of the young - "not just sex that affects you, but also the love"

Impressed, Amelia removed the child's hand from her chin and she tried remarkable reversal.

"I'm going back to the room and being in the company of your grandmother"

She stepped aside and left the library spreading further.

Minutes later, she was sitting next to Mirian. At that time the old woman was weaving a navy blue jacket. She loved to make these pieces of clothes and give them to her family.

"I love my grandson Juan Carlos. He never stopped coming to visit. It is always present in this house"

"Just you have a grandchild?"

"Yes, I just had a son who is the father of Juan Carlos"

"Do I look like the bride who died?"

"How Lucia?" - He looked at the girl sitting on the couch.

"Her name was Lucy?"

"Yes Lucia was a good girl, always came to visit me"

"Juan Carlos thinks I look like her"

"I really see you as Lucy"

Mirian started to examine it further and realized that Amelia deceased girlfriend reminded her grandson.

Chapter 14

THE FIRST KISS

At night, Amelia was sleeping and woke because of a noise. She got out of bed and was being routed by this noise came from inside the room of Marianne.

Gradually the girl opened the bedroom door and found her stepmother Marianne in bed with a strange man.

That scene tormented her. Their moans pursued her in order to let crazy. Amelia soon returned to her room, looked quite surprised.

***

In the morning, he woke up and changed clothes and headed for the kitchen. Then she saw Marianne saw her standing in the kitchen.

"Who was that guy? What was that creature?"

She questioned when she open the fridge and take a bottle of water.

"Worse than that"

"Tell me what you saw"

Amelia's voice thickened, detested her stepmother at that time. - "How were you able to bring that disgusting man to our house and sleep in my father's bed!"

"View of judgment"

"You're a traitor. I know you never loved my father"

Amelia's eyes filled with tears. She wanted to have the power to expel Marianne from that house. And do not look on the face of the serpent.

"Today I am not willing to make small talk with you"

Marianne turned and left the kitchen, however Amelia came before her and prevented her from leaving.

"Now you'll have to listen to me!"

"I will not let you control my life!"

Marianne said, squint her stepdaughter.

"I hate you for what you are doing! You're a ridiculous with men. Bitch!"

During the insult, Marianne gave slap to her face. Amelia's face twitched, burned and reddened. Soon the young woman left the kitchen without another word.

***

Hateful in her life. Amelia sat on the trunk of a tree, staring into space.

In the evening, with the sunset, she was still in the same place. A bird's nest was near the trunk, she heard the chirping chicks, and tried to go to another trunk, until bedtime. He stood watching the three chicks in their nests.

"How funny!"

She played with the little finger on the head of each of them and smiled sweetly.

"They are happy when I'm sad. I have no mother, no father, I am alone, if I born in the world, I'd be like you, and be in that environment too, happy, singing, until the time of flying come and be completely free"

She muttered.

After some time, Amelia walked standing by the trunk. She lost her balance and fell. Her foot hit a huge beaked stone and started enough blood out of her deep wound. She wanted to get up, but could not; her bleeding it is also prevented.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

She grunted and began to sob with her eyes closed.

Why my God, this happens to me? "

Meanwhile, Juan Carlos was with Marianne on the balcony. The boy had just arrived there.

"She has not come back yet?"

"She knows her way" - Marianne said, did not seem concerned about the delay of the girl who was away from home for hours.

"I'll find her. It could have happened something"

"If you find her, bring her back home"

Juan Carlos nodded and turned to one side.

***

Night had come, and Amelia was in the same place, lying on the floor. She had her eyes closed. Her face was wet with tears.

"God help me, I do not want to lose my foot. I know you will not let that happen, I trust in the Lord"

With voice murmured softly.

After that, she saw something moving in the dark until it took the form of a person.

"Amelia. What happened?"

He asked accelerating steps.

"I fell from the tree"

"Are you injured?"

"My foot is bleeding. I cut myself with a stone. I cannot walk"

The boy knelt down and picked it up. Bringing the girl back home.

Amelia took a shower, changed her dress and then sat in the chair while Marianne was doing bandages on foot.

"Still it hurts?"

Amelia did not answer. Marianne ended up making the bandages and left the room immediately. Juan Carlos came and asked quietly.

"You discussed right?"

"I'd rather not talk about it"

"Sorry!"

"No need to apologize"

"Your foot still hurt?

"A little"

Juan Carlos knelt at her feet and looked at the face of Amelia.

"I would prefer that this was happening to me" - he confessed. - "And you're free of it"

His hand began to stroke her hair. Only a few strands that were falling below the left shoulder of Amelia.

"I have the right to be able to wake up slowly, slowly. Without my scare"

He admitted meeting her eyes. Amelia looked confused and pressed her forehead.

"What are you talking about?"

"From us, of our lives"

Juan Carlos put his hands on her waist. Amelia had changed, her eyes widened in horror. She was trembling with fear. Gradually the young man came to kiss her. Amelia felt the warmth of his lips against hers, wanting to lean like a lullaby, then closed his eyes, hoping to do.

Weakly, he kissed her on the lips and Amelia stood there like a statue, just let it act with the kiss. At that time he put his hands on the arms of the chair and hugged them tightly. He kept kissing charming as his hands gripped the sides of the face of his loved one.

Then his lips brushed aside and kissed her on the cheek and then her forehead. He stood up and left without saying anything.

Amelia opened her eyes and looked at her back as he walked away.

Chapter 15

TRYING TO FIND THE TRUE FEELINGS

Overnight, Amelia dreamed that his father was angry with her.

The next day, she and Juan Carlos stood before the tomb of the father of the girl. She was praying with her eyes closed while he avoided looking at the grave, his blue eyes confronted to nothing. Sometime later began to blow hard, her skirt rose slightly. She dropped her hands to control the ends of her dress.

But more interesting was that a jug of flowers that were in the tomb fell and broke. Because of this Juan Carlos became more uncomfortable.

The young man was not feeling well at the cemetery. He always avoided such places.

Moments later, the couple was walking through a forest quiet and full of beautiful trees, fresh air and serene. This was a pleasant environment for both.

"I never knew my mother personally, only by photos; my father was the one who raised me. Marianne lives with us the last three years"

Amelia said, walking next to the guy who also walked silently by her side. His hands were hidden in the pockets of his jeans. His eyes were downcast, looking down.

"Why is he was killed?"

Finally, he asked.

"To my knowledge, it was not a bad person, everyone loved my father. I always dream of his death. And I see the man who killed him. But I cannot see his face, just know that he has blue eyes"

Amelia's eyes look to blue eyes briefly from Juan Carlos.

Soon the boy looked away as his thumb touched her lower lip.

***

At night, Amelia was lying in bed with the doll that Juan Carlos gave. She had intended to sleep remembering the fabulous kiss the boy had given her some time ago.

The next day, Marianne was in her room, passing through the body moisturizer. At that time she massaged her right leg and Amelia approached, standing in the way of the open door.

"Marianne, how do you felt the first time you fell in love?"

"Why do you ask?"

She asked, looking at her own legs.

"Curiosity"

Marianne lifted her head and looked at the girl.

"What's happening with you some time ago, you hated my youthful stories of sinful love?" - Said rolling her eyes.

Amelia bit her lip before saying chewed. - "I wondered what it feels when you are falling in love for the first time; if I had someone to answer me that question, I will not ask."

She seemed upset and looked away.

Marianne sighed and stared straight Amelia.

"I felt good and evil"

Amelia's eyes got a unique glow. She seemed very interested in the subject. - "Tell me everything!"

She went into the bedroom and her stepmother stood beside the bed. Both were sitting on the bed, facing each other.

"Good things, when I saw him, my heart was racing, was cold, sometimes trembled and felt an overwhelming desire to keep him for me and by the time I wanted"

"And what else?"

She seemed impatient. She wanted to know more.

"Now I'll tell you the bad things" - she paused. - "I felt uncontrollable jealousy, it's horrible to feel them unseen, and always fought against suffering"

Soon Amelia asked, sounding frustrated.

"You mean, the person who is in love feel all these things?"

Marianne simply smiles before answering it.

"Not every act the same way" - stared at the flushed face of her stepdaughter. - "But I'm noticing you are different. Say it. What?" -

Amelia's voice interrupted.

"He kissed me on the day I hurt my foot"

She said and looked down, looking embarrassed.

Marianne's eyes flew open at any moment. - "In the mouth?"

"Should have been on the face?"

"Of course not" - Amelia took her hands and looked at the face of the girl -." How did you feel when Juan Carlos kissed you? "

"Dread and will at the same time"

"Do you like him, Amelia?"

"A little more than I liked before" - She shook her head. - "But I feel nothing of what you said now"

"Are you dating?"

"I do not know, we have found, but did not kiss me. He did not touch me anymore. It seems he gave me a kiss and then repented"

Marianne glance research on the body of Amelia. - "You're looking out for you?"

"Caring?" - She raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, if you use creams on the body, care of your hair, nails, always fragrant" - She smiled enthusiastically. - "Men love women with these characteristics"

However, Amelia looked at the fingernails of her right hand and grimaced. - "I do not for months my nails, and I don't have the habit of using creams in my body, I feel strange!"

Marianne index finger superficially touches the tip of the nose of Amelia, as she said with humor.

"Ha ha, but you'll get used to these things. If you do not want to miss this great feline Juan Carlos for a more careful girl"

***

Hours later, Marianne was fixing Amelia, made the nails of her hands and feet. She forced the girl to pass through the body moisturizers. Amelia washed her hair and combed Marianne after making a move to one side.

"You look wonderful!"

"I'd rather it was before"

Amelia said, looking in the mirror.

***

Juan Carlos parked the car next to the house and Amelia was out of it in a hurry, with the intention of receiving him, did not even wait to enter the house. She came to him in a flash. Inexperienced, she put her hand over her heart as she walked toward him. The boy was standing with his back against the car body.

He frowned and looked thoughtful. Looking into the heart of the girl before him.

"Do you feel anything?"

"No, I'm just seeing if my heart is racing. But so far no shot. Touch me and see if I'm cold!"

Then she raised her arms to him and John put his hand on her forearm.

"You are normal"

"I'm not shaking and I'm not cold, and my heart soared. So either I do not like you or I'm not in love"

He looked at her face and frowned.

"What are you talking about?"

She insisted.

"If I felt nothing of this is because I'm not in love"

"How do you feel when I touch you?"

He dropped his hands and touched her waist. Amelia stared and looked at him suspiciously. Although the body was shaking and stirring in a different way.

"My body shudders, fear and desire mingle"

Juan Carlos smiled and put his face close to hers. Her chin touched his lover and kissed her lips. His mouth opened a little more and his tongue pierced Amelia's lips. They were kissing intently for a moment and after the kiss, Juan Carlos looked into the eyes of Amelia and said hoarsely.

"I feel that you love me, but still you do not know"