Chapter 3
G r o w i n g P a s s i o n
The nextt day, I was introduced to Mr. Whitmore. His mansion was just as splendid at Helga's—just a tad larger. He was quite a kind, likable guy and I found him very humorous. I stayed alongside with Helga the entire day, just to catch a glimpse of what her job is like. That's when my admiration for her grew intense. She was such a magnificent work of art yet she was equipped with brutal strength. Beneath that fierce exterior, I could sense pain and angst within her. Even though she longed for a companion, or so she thought, she hid her feelings well by appearing hostile and heartless. Was it because of her husband's death earlier in the year? Oh, if only I knew. She seemed mean to others but never to me for some reason...
Over the next few months, Helga and I shared a special bond between each other. Something inside me told me not to upset her in any way, because if I did, this bond could shatter. Whenever she went off to work, I couldn't help myself but to sit around in her bedroom and sniff her fragrance upon the bed. I wanted to tell her how I felt. It always seemed easy to me to expose those three words out of your mouth but now, I find it very difficult, considering the fact we're both women. In a way, I felt scared, loving another woman in the way a woman would feel about a man. Sometimes I tried telling myself to stop and to just look at her as a friend, but she has this charisma to her I couldn't resist.
One day, I decided to learn karate—just to surprise Helga and to show her that I was capable of doing things she could. She could possibly like me even more, and that was what I had hoped for.
"Hah!" I yelled as I kicked a large kicking sack. My feet and legs were hurt and sore but I wanted to master this. No matter what, I just wanted to do this for Helga...for me. I consider myself weak—one of those women who often waits for her hero to save her. Today, I wanted to change that. Helga was such a tough female, she didn't let any man boss her around or touch her. That was exactly the person I wished to be: a powerful female who would let others have me doing what they wanted...with Helga as an exception, of course.
With one forced kick, I fell down on the mattress, to tired to continue. Ms. Sinclair walked in (this WAS her training room) and saw me in her karate clothes. "What on earth are you doing?"
"I was just...trying to...learn karate," I explained sheepishly. I could feel the heat gathering into my cheeks instantly.
Helga smirked and shook her head. "You can't learn something like this without a teacher. Here, I'll show you how to do this."
She started by doing a couple kicking and punching moves on the sack. Amazing, I thought.
"It isn't hard once you get used to it," she said.
Oh, the emotions that were swirling inside me again. She took my arms and arranged them into position. We went over the basic karate moves—who knew you had to start out slow?
Helga preformed a high kick at the kicking sack. Such agility and perfection she bestowed. I knew I probably would be anywhere as great as she was but it was worth a try. She stood behind me, coaching my every move. "Focus on your target," she told me quietly.
Sweat was running down my forehead. Was it because of the practice or was it because she was so close to me? I couldn't exactly tell.
When she signaled for me to go, I jumped up and landed a kick on the sack. Without success, I bounced off the sack and landed smack into Helga's arms.
"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" I asked immediately, ignoring my own status.
She groaned slightly and replied, "No, I'm okay."
I parted myself from her, held her hand and kissed it lightly. A kiss on the hand meant respect and I wanted her to know that I did. When I looked up, we stared into each other's eyes as if trying to read each other's minds; Helga seemed a tad stunned but I felt incredible. I had always been a coward and I never done anything like that my entire life...yet I was still a little scared, still scared of the feelings I had for her.
A man interrupted us by opening the door and announcing, "Ms. Sinclair? Mr. Whitmore awaits you."
As she left, she vaguely grinned at me and said, "It was nice to be here with you, kid. Bis folgendes Mal Lebe wohl."
A tear rolled down my cheek...I realized that I was the only one who could decipher Helga's inner self. Today was just plain unbelievable...I hoped for another karate lesson tomorrow.
G r o w i n g P a s s i o n
The nextt day, I was introduced to Mr. Whitmore. His mansion was just as splendid at Helga's—just a tad larger. He was quite a kind, likable guy and I found him very humorous. I stayed alongside with Helga the entire day, just to catch a glimpse of what her job is like. That's when my admiration for her grew intense. She was such a magnificent work of art yet she was equipped with brutal strength. Beneath that fierce exterior, I could sense pain and angst within her. Even though she longed for a companion, or so she thought, she hid her feelings well by appearing hostile and heartless. Was it because of her husband's death earlier in the year? Oh, if only I knew. She seemed mean to others but never to me for some reason...
Over the next few months, Helga and I shared a special bond between each other. Something inside me told me not to upset her in any way, because if I did, this bond could shatter. Whenever she went off to work, I couldn't help myself but to sit around in her bedroom and sniff her fragrance upon the bed. I wanted to tell her how I felt. It always seemed easy to me to expose those three words out of your mouth but now, I find it very difficult, considering the fact we're both women. In a way, I felt scared, loving another woman in the way a woman would feel about a man. Sometimes I tried telling myself to stop and to just look at her as a friend, but she has this charisma to her I couldn't resist.
One day, I decided to learn karate—just to surprise Helga and to show her that I was capable of doing things she could. She could possibly like me even more, and that was what I had hoped for.
"Hah!" I yelled as I kicked a large kicking sack. My feet and legs were hurt and sore but I wanted to master this. No matter what, I just wanted to do this for Helga...for me. I consider myself weak—one of those women who often waits for her hero to save her. Today, I wanted to change that. Helga was such a tough female, she didn't let any man boss her around or touch her. That was exactly the person I wished to be: a powerful female who would let others have me doing what they wanted...with Helga as an exception, of course.
With one forced kick, I fell down on the mattress, to tired to continue. Ms. Sinclair walked in (this WAS her training room) and saw me in her karate clothes. "What on earth are you doing?"
"I was just...trying to...learn karate," I explained sheepishly. I could feel the heat gathering into my cheeks instantly.
Helga smirked and shook her head. "You can't learn something like this without a teacher. Here, I'll show you how to do this."
She started by doing a couple kicking and punching moves on the sack. Amazing, I thought.
"It isn't hard once you get used to it," she said.
Oh, the emotions that were swirling inside me again. She took my arms and arranged them into position. We went over the basic karate moves—who knew you had to start out slow?
Helga preformed a high kick at the kicking sack. Such agility and perfection she bestowed. I knew I probably would be anywhere as great as she was but it was worth a try. She stood behind me, coaching my every move. "Focus on your target," she told me quietly.
Sweat was running down my forehead. Was it because of the practice or was it because she was so close to me? I couldn't exactly tell.
When she signaled for me to go, I jumped up and landed a kick on the sack. Without success, I bounced off the sack and landed smack into Helga's arms.
"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" I asked immediately, ignoring my own status.
She groaned slightly and replied, "No, I'm okay."
I parted myself from her, held her hand and kissed it lightly. A kiss on the hand meant respect and I wanted her to know that I did. When I looked up, we stared into each other's eyes as if trying to read each other's minds; Helga seemed a tad stunned but I felt incredible. I had always been a coward and I never done anything like that my entire life...yet I was still a little scared, still scared of the feelings I had for her.
A man interrupted us by opening the door and announcing, "Ms. Sinclair? Mr. Whitmore awaits you."
As she left, she vaguely grinned at me and said, "It was nice to be here with you, kid. Bis folgendes Mal Lebe wohl."
A tear rolled down my cheek...I realized that I was the only one who could decipher Helga's inner self. Today was just plain unbelievable...I hoped for another karate lesson tomorrow.