I sat in my room reading. Well, trying to anyway. I was trying not to think about what happened a few nights ago. But I couldn't. V came yesterday to check on me. He made me lunch, watched a movie with me and we danced for a few songs. And then he left. He knew I wanted to be alone for a while. But now I didn't. I wanted to hug him and cuddle with him and kiss him. I sighed and put the book down. I stood up and walked ever so slowly into the living room.
From the living room, I could hear Desperado by The Eagles starting up. I walked faster and a smile grew on my face. I walked into the room to find V standing at the jukebox flipping through the songs. I hugged him from behind and sighed. I let go of him so that he could turn around and hug me.
"How are you doing love?" V asked.
"I've been fine. I actually wanted to see you today," I cuddled into his chest. "I missed you."
"It's only been a day," V chuckled going over to sit down.
"When you're upset that's a long time," I whispered still standing over near the jukebox.
"I believe you did the right thing for yourself," V stated.
"I wanted her to realize the pain she had put me through. The torture. All I wanted was that. But then," I sighed. "I found a secret room in the house that night. The paper with the names were up on the wall. It had my mother's name on it with a job next to it. It was to kill you. I got mad. I knew it was to try and kill you because that wouldn't make me angry enough to kill Mr. Finch. But I did get mad enough to kill my own mother."
"Whether you found that paper or not I still believe that you would have killed her," He replied. "For everything that she has done."
I sat down next to him and looked at my glove covered hands. "Do you know why I wear this outfit V?"
He hesitated. "It's because of the fire isn't it?"
I shook my head. "I think it's time to tell you the rest of my story."
"You do not have to if you do not want to," He said.
"The best proof of love is trust." As I tugged at the middle finger of the glove. I carefully slipped my glove off to reveal my hand. It was covered in red blotches and cuts. You could see apart of my hand muscles as well. "After they figured out that my muscles were metal they did all kinds of tests on me. One of them required a grenade. They threw the grenade into the metal testing room and it exploded. My muscles took it like a charm but my skin did not. The fire only made my skin worse. I was fast enough to turn my face sideways and cover past of it. But that's the only good thing that happened while I was there."
"May I ask a question?"
"Go ahead," I said slipping my glove back on.
"You talked about your mother a lot. What about your father?" V asked putting his arm around me and pulling me closer to him.
I smiled. "I loved my father. He was a great man. He wrote for the newspaper. His column was about the seven deadly sins and those types of things. He was always into that sort of stuff. But he passed away when I was 9. I was devastated. No one had ever loved me as much as my father. Not even my uncle who built this house after my blueprints. My uncle died while I was in Larkhill. The only person I had left when I was able to escape during the fire was my mother whom I hated for putting me in there. So I went out on my own. I visited my fathers grave everyday. Telling him the stories that he used to tell me. Now I don't get to visit as often as I'd like."
"You've had a rough life," V said holding me in his arms. "But I am going to make it much better. Close your eyes."
As soon as I closed them my lips touched his. It wasn't as gentle as it normally is. It was far more rough. He slid his hands down the sides of my body and leaned against me making me lean back. He then pushed me back on to the lounge chair as he kissed me again, harder this time. I put my hands on his shoulders and held him there. I liked the feeling of him on top of me.
His lips part from mine and he gets off of me. But I want more. I sigh and sit up with my eyes still closed. I put my head on my hands. I want more.
"I'm sorry Aga," V said. I open my eyes and turn to him. "I'm sorry. I can't do it."
"I know but I've got a question?"
"Yes love?" V asked with sadness in his voice.
"Will you ever be able to?
Sorry it's short. I'll update in a few days.