Fragmented Love (8 page)

Chapter 20

THE GUN

"Amelia, she's my mother, Fatima"

Excited, said Juan Carlos, standing in front of his mother and next to his girlfriend. Amelia smiled shyly at her future mother-in-law and tried to be friendly.

"A pleasure!"

"The pleasure is mine!"

Amelia held hands and put a bigger smile to her face.

"My son speaks so much about you"

However, the child left the matter and looked up a man who was standing in the room. He had black hair, had some gray hair and had a mustache.

"He is my father, Magnus"

He placed a hand on the shoulder of his father.

"Nice to meet you, Amelia!

In this banquet Amelia looked into his eyes, which were also very blue. Soon she answered a little dazed.

"Uh ... oh ... A pleasure, sir!"

The four were having dinner, sitting at a square table. The dishes and food were served by a lady. The lady working at home for years, since when Juan Carlos was eleven.

Occasionally Amelia looked at Magnus. Her eyes were drawn to the image of the man sitting on the edge of the table. The blue color of their eyes was an obsession she had, about every man with blue eyes could be the murderer of her father.

"Juan Carlos speaks well of you!" - Said the father, swallowing a giant piece of meat. The child's father loved to eat red meat in his meals.

"It looks like Lucia. Although Juan Carlos told us." - His mother said carefully.

However, this topic was not pleasant to Juan Carlos nor for Amelia. She looked at the face of her boyfriend and was silent.

"Can we change the subject?"

Finally the young man muttered, sighing to your dish near his elbow. He was afraid that the conversation will cause a second discussion between the couple that night. That would be too much for him to try to avoid having dislocated his beloved genius.

Minutes after dinner, Juan Carlos and Magnus decided to play a game of chess, while Amelia was sitting next to Fatima on the sofa in the living room.

With the charm, the girl saw her future mother-in-law embroider a small hand towel. Amelia thought she had never done in her life embroidery. She did not know if ever would have that gift of doing so.

"When you and Juan Carlos married I want you to live here with us. The house is huge, and sometimes I'm alone, you'd be a perfect partner for me"

She smiled. Amelia shrugged and gave a less excited smile.

"Sometimes I think your son does not like. He is only with me because he sees in me his old girlfriend"

She confessed and looked down. However Fatima continued embroidering. She realized that the girl was not sure about the feelings of her son. This kind of insecurity was normal in the minds of girls at the age of Amelia.

"Nonsense! You must not think like that. He likes how you are inside, not your appearance"

Amelia looked to Magnu’s back and saw him sitting at a round table, with his son. At that time he moved a chess piece aside and Juan Carlos touched his lips with his index finger, the young man was aware of the game and never looked around.

"You overboard it’s great!"

Amelia said, after looking away from the image of his future father. It felt strange whenever she looked at him.

***

"Do you sleep alone in this bed?"

Amelia asked, after entering a spacious room with his boyfriend. She stopped in the middle of it and seemed surprised. His room was beautiful. Those rooms seemed always saw in novels.

"Yes, I do"

He said putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Automatically his shoulders almost were touching both sides of the face. Amelia rolled her eyes at his picture and realized that it was more charming and more beautiful than it already was.

Later, Juan Carlos looked down as he kicked the wind. He had this habit when he was withdrawn.

"I thought that the double beds were only for married people. Although Marianne sleeping alone in bed that was hers and my father"

She said innocent and her boyfriend laughed. Always he released a discreet smile when Amelia said things in a naive way.

After that, Amelia looked sideways and saw a picture of a girl with dark hair. The photo was on the headboard of the child.

"She's Lucy?"

"Yes"

He said and looked down. The young man had forgotten to hide the image before his girlfriend put an eye on it.

Soon the girl's fingers grabbed the frame and stared at the picture. Her lips moved slowly and she exclaimed surprised voice.

"We are like a clone!"

"Yes" - He said looking at her. - "It is not a coincidence that we say you're a lot like her"

Despondent, Amelia placed the portrait in place and his dark eyes went to the corner. They saw a huge dark gun hanging on the wall. A machine gun. That left completely confused.

"Would you like guns?"

She questioned looking at her boyfriend. John's face flushed, but he seemed sincere in his response.

"From childhood. I have a passion for them"

The look of the girl became very aggressive towards her boyfriend. She asked with haughty voice.

"How can you like something like that? Something that takes lives from people?"

John looked up and bit one of the corners of the mouth.

"Even if I explain, you never would understand"

Hurriedly, she put her hair behind her ears and she began to speak looking down.

"I have little fear of weapons. My dad had some, but I never had the courage to approach and touch it. I panic, just to see it"

She stared at him.

"That gun is just a mediocre object"

He said Juan took the gun from the wall of his room and held in his hands. Amelia pulled away, taking a few steps backward. She kept looking alarmed at the picture of your loved one carrying a weapon. He looked like a child. His blue eyes looked to the dark object with passion.

"But the hand of a man, which is a threat"

The boy said looking at the face alarmed of Amelia. She wrapped her arms back, trying to find refuge and her voice cried in great fear.

"I want to go!"

Chapter 21

FEAR TO WEAPONS

"What face is that?"

Marianne smoking her cigarette, staring at the door, just as Amelia had entered. She had come to the family home of her boyfriend and her stepmother had heard the engine noise of the car that Juan Carlos drove up to the door. But the boy did not enter the house. Amelia was willing to waive his presence even way out the door.

"Did you see a bug on the way home?"

Amelia remained serious, trying to ignore the opinion useless from her stepmother. During this period, she walked slowly to the sofa and sat on it. She was pale and her thoughts were far away.

"You're not going to say what happened?"

Marianne insisted, swallowing her cigarette butt, she was standing by the window. Only she is wearing a long coat and was barefoot. Marianne was a woman who had a beautiful body. She had no children and this helped keep her slender silhouette.

"I think I'm going to break with Juan Carlos"

"Why?" - He winced in surprise. - "Has he made you go to bed?"

"Worse than that"

Amelia replied in amazement. The image of her boyfriend with a gun did not leave her mind and worse than that, tormented all the time, causing her to doubt the good behavior of your loved one.

Marianne went and sat on the couch next to Amelia. She is holding the hand of the young and realized it was cold. Then she asked with concern.

"He tried to rape you?"

"Do not exaggerate Marianne!"

The stepmother sighed in relief and smiled situation.

"What a stupid question I ask!"

Amelia then lowered her head and was unhappy to confess something.

"Juan Carlos is passionate by Arms" - She looked straight ahead. - "He has a gun in his room and saw before me because he showed me Juan took the gun so carefully I confess that I was terrified of him...."

Marianne hastily rose and shook her head. She wanted another cigarette and went to the next table, took out a cigarette and a lighter red.

"And that's why you want to leave the guy" - She shook her head again and turned her snuff. - "Amelia, do not be so paranoid, Juan Carlos is not the murderer of your father would not have any reason to be"

She put a hand on each side of the head and clasped her hands. The veins in her forehead stood up and her face was flushed.

"Sometimes I think I'll go crazy! These things will really end up going me crazy!"

She said looking down, hands clutching her head.

Chapter 22

THE FIRST NIGHT OF LOVE

A few weeks later, Amelia decided to take a shower. When the water from the shower fell on her body she noticed that it felt special, perhaps softer and more beautiful. After the bath she went to the room and stood before the mirror, put on a beautiful dress on the body.

That afternoon she felt a desire to be more beautiful and more attractive to her boyfriend. Something inside her demanded. Perhaps a sixth sense.

Just hours later, Juan Carlos and she were walking through a forest full of trees, one after another. The place was beautiful, quiet and romantic.

Suddenly the weather became cloudy and started to rain. The phenomenon of nature did not intend to spoil the moment of the couple. But it was necessary that the rain falling at the time.

Soon it began to thunder and the rain was more violent. They looked to the sky and started wetting their faces with rainwater.

They ended up laughing at the circumstance.

Then Juan Carlos and Amelia entered an apartment that was locked. The place was dark. Amelia looked around and saw the place with little furniture. I'd forgotten they were still very wet and needed to change clothes.

"Does anyone live here?"

"No. But I come here when I want to be alone"

She looked to her boyfriend.

"And when the owner gets here and finds us?"

The boy smiled. Its smooth and golden hair were stuck to his forehead.

"The owner is here"

"Where?"

She looked around, searching for a third person in the place.

"Right in front of you"

He said seriously, standing in front of her. His sweaters, completely soaked in water clung to his defined chest.

"This is yours?" - She looked at the gray roof of the house.

"Yes, I would've won when I was twenty-one years"

"Are you going to live here when you get married?"

He looked charming. - "You choose"

Amelia blushed. The word marriage still sounded strange to her. It was as if the girl had to rush their future. Then she looked down and said.

"Maybe someone marry you"

"But I just want you"

He said, touching the chin of the beloved fingers and making him face her eyes.

The apartment was a little dark, thundering and lightning flashed outside. Amelia looked insecure in that mysterious place with her fascinating boyfriend. She began to get nervous. A shiver invaded her legs.

"I'll get you something to wear"

The lightning was stronger and let clearly see the glow of the blue eyes of Juan Carlos. Immediately she said, holding her arm, preventing him from walking.

"No need! Now I'm going"

But he insisted.

"It's raining cats and dogs outside"

Amelia turned and looked at the window near the apartment. At that time thundered strong and she got scared. Turning her body she was found with Juan Carlos standing in front of her.

He hugged her, breathing hard after the scare. John lowered his face and kissed her on the lips. He leaned gently against the wall. Her pale fingers undid her dress on the front. And then he kissed her again on the lips. But his lips were sliding down her neck and found the back of her neck. He gave her a slight bite. Amelia groaned made even more excited her couple in front of her.

Lying in bed, her dark eyes followed his movements slow, lying on top of her. But before he ripped the shirt from his body and threw it across. Again he began to pursue his beloved's neck with his thin, warm lips.

Amelia was upset whenever she saw in the eyes of her loved one. She was trying to look like a blind and ignore the bright blue before her, but it was impossible, the eyes format of John afflicted at the time that it should be so special for both.

"Stop!" - She put her hands on her chest and pushed him back. -. "I cannot your blue eyes are problems for me"

"Close your eyes"

He muttered, and went over it again.

She closed her eyes and he was kissing her on the lips again, but she could not get a kiss with pleasure and opened her eyes bitterly, trying to get away from him.

"I still keeping my eyes closed, I see them anyway"

Seeing no other alternative, Juan Carlos took a dark band and placed it over her eyes. From that moment he started playing in Amelia slowly. He kissed his beloved, which acts like a blind. His open palm began to slide down the body of Amelia and her sharp touch, realized over the softness of her skin and perfect curves of her body.

His fingers began to touch gently on the back. Feeling the tongue of John on her neck, down her neck and found one of her breasts.

His lips sucked voluptuously, in order to engulf them all at once. She closed her eyes and stifled a groan that came from her throat. She also felt herself wet and throbbing privates under a burning desire that burned across her skin.

Both were completely naked, making love slowly. Juan Carlos wanted to do with refinement.

Gently he moved her hips and penetrated. At that time, both groaned, but the wail of Amelia sounded louder.

Because her virginity had languished at that time.

After consummate the sexual act, both were lying with their bodies together and the right hand of Juan Carlos was still wandering through the body of Amelia. It may be that his way of saying thank you for this extraordinary moment in bed.

Even in repetitive moments the hand of his companion, she remained inert, quietly staring into space.