Tongue tied- By Paperz Mate
Frank walked with a 9-pack of beer in one hand and his work brief case in the other, with high a expectation. He remembered that he specifically left her a note (more like a 20 foot-long scroll) of things he wanted done in the hour she was to arrive home from school. And boy, was he thinking about those baked potatoes and cheese covered broccoli…
"Monika!" he called, expecting her to bow down to his feet, take his brief case and lead him into the dining room with a nice hot lunch. Frank stood at the door way of his home, tapping his foot impatiently, and then he called once more. "Monika!"
The house seemed too still and quite for his taste. He scanned the living room; nothing seemed was out of place…
"Monika!" he hollered, trudging through the silent house. She was supposed to be here, in this house, obeying his every need. He sat down on his neatly made bed, feeling too restless. His mind wandered wildly, coming up with all kinds of absurd reasons for her disappearance, easily looking over the obvious, fearing that she really did go...just like his fucking wife seven years ago... No, he shook his head, running his meaty hands through his shoulder length, blond hair. He sat on the edge of the bed, with his fist under his stubble chin, and his thin lips pursed. "That damned bitch…"
Monika had no breath for words, literally. She remembered that Gilbert was the strong type, the one that never backs down from a fight, but back then, he was a lot skinnier. Now that she witnessed him in the flesh, she really regretted getting a bone crushing hug from him, not that she could blame him anyways.
"Du bist so viel gewachsen…oh Monika, I missed you, so so much." He cried on her boney shoulder. Monika felt weak when hearing those sincere words utter from his mouth. Her breath caught in her throat, and before she knew it, she began to cry, silently in unison with Gilbert. She held on to him tighter, as he cried harder, almost all his weight on his shoulders from years of hiding and pretending, vanishing into thin air in seconds. Seeing Monika's angelic face, so innocent and broken, made him wonder if this was really happening.
The others left the room to give them privacy. Gilbert could vaguely hear Chiara mentioning something about a Music Festival, but he couldn't give a crap about that, at the moment. He has his true family in the flesh, and he had no intentions of letting her go.
When the two finally calmed down, Gilbert picked her up bridal style and sat down on the leather brown couch, kicking off his dress shoes and laying back against the cushions, casually brushing her bangs out her eyes and stroking her soft cheeks in a comforting manner, just as he had, years ago.
"So…" he smiled, a true smile, not the arrogant smirk he offered towards everyone else. Monika, for the first time in a long time, radiated happily like sunshine, "So?" she countered back. There were so many things they wanted to tell each other, but neither knew where to begin. "Have you eaten yet?" well, that was a start, Monika thought cockily, although her manners deceived him, "Nothing. I hadn't eaten yet, but Feli was going to make us pasta just awhile ago. He thought it would cheer me up. "Gilbert fought a laugh, "Yea, he's a weird one, but a sweet kid. He wouldn't hurt a fly." Monika nodded along, adjusting her position on his lap, should she really be sitting on his lap?
"Did you eat?" Gilbert shook his head, "no, not yet. I was going to, but I'd rather hang out with you." Monika smiled warmly at that. She missed moments like these, "Well, how about we eat together?"
Gilbert nodded, "Yup, I'd like that."
So it was just the four of them, the other two being Antonio and Elizabetha. They all sat around in the small dining table by the kitchen, as Elizabetha served the three of them graciously. "Oh no, really, that's far too much!" Monika picked at the food, not that it wasn't appetizing, just that she ate a lot less than a full plate. Her meals back where she used to live consisted light-weight snacks and on special occasions, a baked potato with sour crème. It wasn't much, which is why she was so skinny and frail now. Her father used to tell that she was fat, but in fact she was a healthy size for a young girl of 5'3''. So Frank set her on a special diet, to make her weak, so she wouldn't have the strength to fight back when he disciplined her. But now, at the sight of real food, instead of thankfully gobbling it down to the last crumble, she started to feel nauseous.
"Ugh…" Monika held her stomach, feeling a lump crawl up her throat. The alluring smell of the spices in the gravy was setting into her head. Monika sat down quickly on the chair to prevent herself from fainting. She sat on the side, giving her room to bend her head under the table and let the blood flow back to her head.
Antonio quirked his brow, "Monika, what are you doing?", munching on a juicy chicken leg. Gilbert looked over the table, noticing that she was bent over, "Monika, are you ok?"
The young German girl sat back up,"yea, just fine…" a burp escaped her lips, then she tasted a baby barf, very acidic. " Ugh, I don't feel too good." She cringed, her stomach ache getting worse, and the nausea wasn't settling down anytime soon. She needed to go lie down somewhere, away from the food.
"It's because of the gas built up in your stomach. That bastard doesn't even feed you, does he?"
"You should go lie down in your room, and I'll being you some tea to soothe your stomach. No one is going to be sick in my house, is that understood?"With that, the Hungarian girl led Monika from the kitchen to the hallway parallel to them, sending her straight to bed.
Gilbert sat his fork and knife down, swallowed the last remains of the mashed potato, and sighed heavily. A sorrowful look casted upon Gilbert's face, making Antonio stop with his meal, wondering what he was thinking. Gilbert knitted his eyes with the heels of his palm, feeling more tired than ever. Then for the first time in Antonio's life, he witnessed a heart wracking sob erupt out his long term friend.
"Gil…Gil its okay. All she needs is rest; she'll be fine in no time." But his words didn't seem to reach his albino friend. All he did was shake his head, repeatedly muttering no, "It's not okay, Antonio…I abandoned her, and look at mien liebling schwester, broken and sick because of that bastard!"
It was almost midnight and no sign of her yet. He stroked her side of the bed, reflecting back on his beautiful wife that used to lay with him every night. Frank remembered Anke's turquoise eyes, her soft and silky golden hair that used to run through his hands every time he touched her. She was beautiful, and Monika was a replica of her, only a lot smaller in shape. Their face structure was the same; Monika has her plush, rosy pink lips that he found so alluring. She had her mother's nose, her long neck that he used to tease, the same torso frame, the same narrow waist, the same long legs that turns him on, and the same, full assets that Frank loved to grope and pinch whenever he needed to release his frustration…but now she was gone, both of them, without a single clue or notice to where they are…but no worries, Vatti will find you eventually, even if I have to burn down the house or drag you down to the pits of hell and lock you in a cage so you won't leave me again. He never cared for her, but her body is what he desired, whether it was dead or alive, he'd still take advantage of it, after all...he created her…