Asazi
Chapter 7
We drove for a good hour; back up into Miami's metropolitan area and then back we turned east and took a large road down to beach house. By now, I had completely lost track of the roads to take to get to the beach but it didn't matter.
Xynan's beach house was built next to a river and the river led down into the ocean, whose beaches were about a mile away. "So what do you think," he asked me as he parked the car and shut off the engine.
I gave the house a good look. It was made of wood, strong, of course, several windows to see inside and porches extending from both of the two stories. One thing that was awkward was that the second floor didn't have any windows. Just a little note I made to myself.
"I like it," I said nicely.
He smiled, still looking at the house. "Well, let's go on in, shall we?"
I smiled. He treated me like a queen, a queen from a foreign country. "Yes lets," I replied and got out of the car. He walked up a bricked path toward the front door; I followed.
We stepped inside and I looked around in awe. The place was well-kept, not any messes or anything like that. There were pictures of different people on the walls and—
"Xynan, is that you?" A girl voice called from the metal, spiral staircase in a corner of the huge living room. And then a pair of feet appeared on the stairs and slowly walked down.
She was average height, probably about nineteen years old. Blonde hair, couldn't tell what eye color because I was too far back and she was wearing a bathrobe that wasn't tied. She looked seductively at Xynan and said, "So…are you tired or—," she paused when she finally noticed me and then said, "—sorry. Well hello there!"
She said it as if I was a three-year-old. It pissed me off.
"What's your name," she asked me, when she reached Xynan and me. Then she bent down, her face getting very close to mine and she said, "Aren't you a pretty girl!" Her bathrobe swung free and I could see her. She wasn't exactly trying to cover herself.
"She's with me for a little while, okay Asazi?"
'Asazi' smiled and stood up straight. "Where is she going to sleep?"
Xynan pointed to a leather sofa and said, "On that sofa…is that alright with you," he asked me. I nodded and he smiled. Asazi was staring at my face.
"She's really nice. Maybe you two can talk sometime and hang out at the beach together," Xynan said, obviously trying to get me to talk to Asazi. Asazi winced at the thought of spending time with me but covered it up quickly by saying, "Ouch! I gotta toothache. I'm gonna go brush my teeth."
She turned around, jogged to the stairway and looked back at me. Or more specifically, my eyes. She saw something in them, I could tell. I didn't know what though. 'Thine eyes are more than beauty can behold' I thought, laughing my own Shakespeare impression. I made that up but it did sound like Shakespeare.
My Mommy used to read Shakespeare to me before I went to bed at night…
My face was the face of anger…but I covered it up with an unreadable expression. I looked up at Xynan's face and saw that he was smiling.
He noticed me looking at him and he said, sounding embarrassed, "Sorry about that. She likes to…uh…go silly sometimes." I could tell he didn't mind it either…which really made me mad.
I yawned before I could help it.
"Are you tired," Xynan almost immediately asked. He was back to the caring, loving Xynan that he had been at the beach.
My eyes blinked with sudden weariness and Xynan laughed, picked me up and carried me over to the leather sofa…and by the time he gently put me down, I was asleep…
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I awoke the next morning to Asazi laughing and Xynan's muffled, flirtatious talking. I sat up and looked around. There was a whole other part of the house that I had missed.
The living room was one huge room with a very tall ceiling but after you enter it, you see a kitchen and another small room that had a pool table in it and a TV hooked up to a Nintendo.
I looked into the kitchen and saw Xynan kissing Asazi's neck and his hands roaming over her. He wasn't making out; just flirting with her. She was laughing and trying to cook some meat on the stove. Jealousy filled me but I laid back down on the sofa and pretended to sleep until her giggling stopped and I heard Xynan walk away, then go upstairs.
I sat up and made a fast movement so she'd notice me.
Her head turned and she looked at me, plastering a fake smile on her pretty face. She really was beautiful; Xynan had a reason to like her…but it will be me, even though I'm a lot younger.
"Good morning," she said with empty enthusiasm.
Shut up bitch. "Hello…what's for breakfast?"
As she replied, her smile faded for some reason, "Sausage with toast. But you'll have to make your own toast, okay?" She paused, then added, "I'll help you find your way around the kitchen."
Almost immediately I snapped, "I can do it. I don't—," and never will, "—need your help."
It was as if she sensed my thoughts. Not only had her smile faded, but her face had been overcome with anger and obvious rage. She turned off the gas burner at the stove and walked over to me…she reminded me of Shawn. No, she was almost exactly like Shawn.
Only difference was I didn't know if she was on drugs. Yet.
She got in my face and cruelly snapped, "Listen you little bitch. I know you like Xynan, okay? I can tell. But if you cause any problems, you're gonna have a lot more probs than being homeless."
I frowned and spat, "I'm not homeless…and if you have a problem with me, I'm gonna have to teach you a little lesson."
Asazi kept a straight face for about two seconds…then laughed in my face. "You? Hurt me? I. Don't. Think. SO!" The second she said the last word, her hand dived down my shirt!
What the hell is wrong with her, I thought. Surely she doesn't go both—my thoughts were proven when she ripped off my shirt. She wasn't gay.
She wasn't trying to hurt my body, just my heart.
I snorted and said, "Do you think I care about my shirt?" I dove at her over the couch, knocking her down and grabbing at her hair. I got a handful and was about to pull on it when a strong, large hand gripped my wrist and stopped me before it would hurt her.
Xynan's hand.
Almost immediately, Asazi crawled out from under me and said, "That little whore tried to kill me! Get her out of here!" It suddenly occurred to me that she didn't care if I like Xynan. She just didn't want me to live in the same house as her. I saw it in her eyes. She was glaring at the sofa that I had slept on, not me. Figured I would get it dirty.
Xynan smiled and started laughing; laughing so hard that tears came to his eyes. "Oh…oh boy! You two fighting was one of the funniest things I've seen. Oh—," he noticed my shirtless chest and said, "—boy…that's okay. You can borrow one of Asazi's—''
"Like hell she will!"
"—Shirts." As if to make me feel better, he added, "—she won't mind."
That's the second time he's lied to me. Is he just trying to make me feel better or is he trying to make Asazi give up? The mind games' confused me and I mentally cried. Tears didn't come to my mind but if it was possible, my heart weeped…
Why is it that no one but one person likes me? Am I hating magnet? Why?
Xynan went upstairs and Asazi had regained her composure and was returning to her cooking. She sighed and muttered to me, "Except for that shirt, you will get nothing from me. Understand?"
I nodded and said, "That's fine…I don't really want your stuff; after all, Xynan wouldn't want that, would he?" Her eyes turned to me and she realized that her earlier excuse was actually the truth. I really did love Xynan.
Asazi's eyes glowed with rage. But she held it in…I was thankful. I knew that in a real fight I probably wouldn't win. I walked over and sat on a chair, a safe distance from Asazi so I could think. Why did she hate me? Did she think I was a bum? It was one of Xynan's people that found me first, not himself. And Xynan picked me up; I didn't even have to ask.
But the main question that puzzled me was this:
How in the world did Xynan like this…this…whore. Her bathrobe was always open so you could see her, her face and hair almost screamed it…it was too obvious. But I knew that Xynan had good taste, and since I didn't haven't really known Asazi for more than twelve hours, I shouldn't have been able to judge her…but she still looked like one.
And me?
How could she call me one??? The utter thought completely confused me. I wasn't even old enough to—yes I was…but I didn't even have my monthlies yet. I'm wasn't a cheating, lying little girl that tried to get to know you and then steal your money. That wasn't me at all.
I was—not anymore, thanks to Xynan—homeless, basically didn't have clothes—they were worse than rag—and…
Xynan coming downstairs for a shirt for me interrupted my thoughts. I didn't care about covering my chest when he came down. Who cares? He tossed me the shirt and put it on. Tear this one, Asazi. Go ahead and tear it…just remember that it was your…no, it was probably Xynan's money that bought it. Go ahead and waste his money.
Xynan looked at his watch and said, "Oh shit. I gotta get to work. No time for breakfast. Bye Asazi and—," he looked at me with a smile, "—bye. You can go to the beach after Asazi leaves, okay?" I nodded and he left.
Asazi stopped cooking and put what she finished in Tupperware, then the fridge. As she walked by me and went upstairs, her cold, piercing eyes watched me and bore into me like a hawk. But I didn't care.
I was still tired…I got comfortable in the chair and started drifting into the endless peacefulness of sleep…BAM! I was awaken by pain all over my body. My feet felt no floor but a half-second later there was and I crumpled onto the floor. "AAA," I screamed.
I opened my eyes to see Asazi on the opposite side of the room, glaring at me and fixing her shirt. She was smiling which could only me that she had thrown me from the opposite side of the room. "You wanna fight," I yelled.
She smiled and tilted her head a little toward her left shoulder. "Yes." Her answer was simple and efficient.
I charged.