Love You to Death – Chapter 9 ~

"Blue." Gomez said softly, slightly disappointed. Her eyes were plain blue. The sight he was aching to see was something he saw so very often. "So, they really must be sensitive to the light..."

"Absolutely nothing special. Nothing unique, nothing beautiful, just plain blue eyes. Like my sister's, my mother's, my father's- are you satisfied now, sir Gomez?"

"Morticia, calm down."

"I am calm! Are you calm?!"

"I am very calm."

"...Well, good." Morticia nudged her long, black braid over her shoulder. Gomez stared deep into her eyes...Something wasn't right, he thought. Something just did not fit. "...I'm ready to move on, now." Morticia swallowed.

"Right, right...Morticia, what do I do? Why did this happen, I do not love this woman!"

"Well, perhaps you did this...just to make sure you loved her, you know..."

"Excuse me?" Gomez chuckled with disbelief. "...Who-Who do you think I am, Morticia?"

"Well, I..."

"Sex?! Sex is a way to find out if you love someone? That's terrible! That's-That is a depressing situation, right there, do not make me turn into a sensitive man, Morticia..."

"I'm..."

"Too late, I just turned into a sensitive man-okay... Sex...is not something you do to find out if you love someone. It should be what you do, after you realize you love someone."

His words were like poetry melting over her heart. Morticia turned her head to the closed dresser drawer where the book lied inside. "...When do you realize you love someone, Gomez..." Gomez stared. The silence in the room was painful enough. He could no longer look at her without telling her what had to be said.

"Morticia." Gomez swiftly took her hand and placed his other hand upon her cheek. "I love..."

"Don't you dare!" Morticia snatched her hand away and stepped back until her back hit the wall. "I know what you're going to say, and you don't mean it. Love is a learned trait, Gomez. And I have learned betrayal, heartbreak, and evil. If you're so prideful, and so strong, you would have ended it with Ophelia right after you proposed to her because you knew you didn't love her! Why would you let yourself suffer, and because you did, everyone else around you had to suffer! ...You're no sensitive man, you're a coward. And cowards don't love. They surrender." Morticia turned and quickly rushed to the bathroom. Gomez shook his head and watched her walk away.

"Why do you insist on always fighting me?!"

Morticia stopped and looked at him. Though her eyebrows were lowered, her eyes showed no anger...no emotion. "Because I know you will surrender." They shared a silent moment. She stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She ran cold water in the faucet and washed her face. She stared into the sink and watched two blue eye contacts swirl down the drain. She looked up in the mirror and made eye contact with two shining silver eyes.

...

Gomez stepped into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. His heart never ached so badly. He jumped at the sound of a feminine sigh coming from across the room.

"I've always loved this bed...the silk sheets, the warm pillows...so comfortable. A lot more comfortable for certain things that a hospital bed just can't do justice for, hm?" She giggled and moved her arms and legs, making snow angels on the bed sheets.

"Ophelia..."

"Surprised?" She sat up and looked at him. Her voice was no longer hoarse, she looked good as new. "Recovered in no time. And now I am back!" She sat on the edge of the bed. A pink garter on her thigh peeked out from under her small, champagne coloured dress as she slowly crossed her legs. "Back to stay..."

"Leave."

"Mm...my, you certainly didn't have that tone when you ravaged me the other night at..."

"That was an accident, a damn accident. I was a fool, and I don't know what came over me!"

"I do." She stood. She removed the elastic band from her hair that held her ponytail and let her short, blonde hair fall to her shoulders. "You know you love me. You can't keep your mind off me, and you know it. And if you don't love me, I sure as hell will make you love me. You're pathetic, Gomez...chasing after a woman like Morticia, even she is too good for you."

"Oh, what are you talking about?"

"You know, I could fill a small rubber, redneck lawn pool with the lies that spill out of your mouth. And just swim in them. I could have a fucking block party. Here's the deal, baby...I am Ophelia Frump. And I get what I want, when I want it, and exactly how I want it."

"What do you want?!" Gomez glared. He honestly felt like launching the woman out of the open window.

"I want you, your sex, and your money. And I want that bitch across the hall out of the picture. I swear to God, Gomez, I don't know what you are thinking, but my sister over ME?!" She scoffed and strutted towards the enraged man. "Over my amazing body."

"You will not lay a hand on her. I will protect her." Gomez stared her down.

"Oh, please. You can't even protect yourself." She struck Gomez so hard he fell into the wall. Blood trickled down his cheek from 3 of her nails that slashed his skin like a feline paw. "You wouldn't hit a woman would you? Oh, of course not, you're such a gentlemen."

Gomez looked at her, straining to keep his balance. He was dizzy. His cheek stung.

"Morticia trusts me, Gomez. I'm her older, loving sister. I was all she had, all she ever had!"

"She has me, now." Gomez stepped towards her. Ophelia laughed, menacingly.

"Not anymore. Listen closely, I love her to death...and that's a promise. Do as I say if you really love her."

"You are wicked, Ophelia Frump. And you are going to rot in HELL!"

Ophelia smiled and pressed her forehead to his and stared into his eyes. "Oh, darling...I vacation there."