The next morning came much quicker then Marlisa wanted it too. It was the day for her to mull over all of her acions that lead up to her expulsion from her house. She cursed herself for letting her tounge run off and say all those things to her family. It was foolish of her, and it upsetted her father. But, Marlisa felt a little number towrds him ever since the first time he struck her. She didn't like being hit, it was something her brother did way to much for her like. He would hit her, his wife and maybe even his child when they got older. The thought disgusted her, her brother disgusted her. Marlisa bit her bottom lip lightly and shut her eyes tight as she heard the front door open.
She immediately covered her face with the covers and listened. It was melchior, she knew it was him, but it was all so odd. Being in his house, smelling his scent wearing his shirt…. Marlisa's heart stopped for a moment as she took a closer look at her clothes. It wasn't her dress, no where close I wasn't even a bloody dress. It was a plain whit long sleeve shirt, that was obviously Melchiors.
"Melchior…." He voice cracked a bit, she heard the footsteps stop, then start over to her bed. She was silent, and very embaresssed. "You… took off my clothes?" She shouted sitting up quickly. The older boy's face went pale as he shook his head. "Yes you did you bloody prat! What reason did you have for taking off my dress. It was in lovely condition! You just want a peep show while I was sleeping_" Melchior covered her mouth with his hand. She let out an exasperated shriek. He shook his head.
"First off, what you had under that dress was not my main concern…I" Before Melchior could say something Marlisa let out another muffled shriek. "Sorry, sorry I really didn't mean it like that I didn't eve look, but I just took you're dress to be washed. It was covered in dirt and… blood and it really wasn't as lovely as you thought. Also after you fell asleep I realized I needed to see if you had any wnds that needed to be tended to and you did. Nothing serious, just a few cuts, no need for stiches." Marlisa shook her head suddenly becoming aware of the imense amount of pain she was in. She went to stand up, Melchior reached his arms out to help her. She shook her head and walke dover to her bag, she was very embarssed, these wounds would heal up in no time. But her wounded ego would take quite a bit longer, she never wanted to let herself go. Especially not infront of a stranger she had met little less then a week ago. He throat tightned up, but she wouldn'y cry in front of him, not again.
"Well, I suppose I'm going to have to trust you Herr. Gabor." The girl bit her bottom lip tightly. "After all, you have taken me in, and it seems that you have no alterior motive. And if you do, then I suppose I am pretty much fucked…" Melchior grinned. He wasn't exactly sure why he was, maybe it was just the fact that she would mae an attempt to trust him. Though He was not going to promise the same. He could not trust her, he knew if he trusted her too much she would eventually resurface old emotions and desires that he wanted to keep burried with Wendla. His first 'love' he felt it was only right that she would be his only one.
His eyes fluttered over to the girl who was limping into the bathroom with her briefcse. He felt an annoying fluttering in his stomach as she shut the door. He lied to her before, when he changd her last night he took his time, he looked. At first it was for the wonds, the for her body then he saw old scars. Quite a few, wether or not the were inflicted by her brother he couldn't tell. It was then when he stopped undressing her for plleasure and simply did what he needed to do. He wasn't going to bring up whatevr it was he saw last ight. For all he knew it was a trick of the candle light, and it was none of his concern. He would not embaress her more then he knew she was already embaressed.
Melchior was drawn from his thoughts when the bathroom door opened and he saw the dark haired female exit wearing a magnificent emrald dress that was much too short for her. She grinned and walked towards him, he stood still, hloathing his existence for the feelings this was giving him. Marlisa looked down for a moment and giggled before she turned and walked to the stove.
"I'll make myself usefull while you calm down Herr. Gabor" He shut his eyes smiling awkwardly as he sat down and placed his hand over his groin. "Tea?" She asked giggling. He simply nodded starting to heat up some water. She gingerly leaned against the counter and smirked. "I must say Melchi, you have odd taste in women. I didn't think you'd be the type to lke them all bloodied up."
Again, Marlisa had reminded him of the place where he once lived. She remind him of the time when he beat Wendla because he asked him too. He remembered how he got carried away and shoved her to the floor, his hormoes raging, and he remembered runnng off leaving her by herself to cry. He frowned a lttle. If only he had remembered his stupid journal she would not have returned t to him. He wouldn't have stolen her innocence and lost his to her. She wouldn't have gotten pregnant nd she would still be alive. He couldn't help but think if they would've actually wound up together in the end, but doubted it. The name that Marlisa had used too, Melchi, that was somethng both Wendla and Moritz had called him. He felt a tightening in his chest and looked over to the curious female.
"Well, what can I say?" He shrugged a bit and let out a small laugh. Marlisa opened her mouth to speak as the tea pot began to go off. She swore under her breath and poured tea for both of them. As she was doig so Melchior stood up and walked behind her. She felt his hot breath on her neck and felt her toes curl up with pleasure as he took the tea cups and walked to the table. Her jaw dropped a bit as she begn to ponder what had just happened.
Melchior simply smirked at her and held up his small cup of green tea.