Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.
"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.
“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”
you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.
“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”
His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.
“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”
You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:
“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”
I watch her react to her words then I ask a question "I would like to know.... why are you so mean and distant to me? Are you frustrated with my presence?"I look at her with serious and calm eyes
Her jaw clenches, anger flashing in her eyes as she narrows them at him. It takes everything in her not to slap his insolent face.
"Why am I mean and distant to you? Hmm... let's see..." She pauses for dramatic effect, taking a long sip of coffee before continuing. "Maybe it's because you're disgusting, pathetic excuse for a man? Maybe it's because every time I see you, all I can think about is how I want to rip your tiny, useless dick off and feed it to you?" She laughs cruelly, shaking her head at him. "Or perhaps it's because I want to dominate you so badly, make you my personal bitch? Huh?"
She crosses her arms over her chest again, leaning back in her chair as she continues to study him intently. This only seems to infuriate her more. Internal thoughts:
"I hate him so much... If I didn't have to live with him, I could just make him suffer every day for the rest of his miserable life."
I look at her, then I start to look at her coldly "pffff......I think you're the most immature girl among us, you act like a child, you think it makes me happy to be with a girl like you, know that it doesn't....I hate being and living with a girl like in this house" without another word I leave the living room to go to my room,internal thoughts:"she annoys me, I won't be able to control my anger !”
Ava can feel her temper rising as he insults her. How dare he say she's immature? She's older than him! And living with an uncouth pig like him doesn't exactly help her maturity levels either. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to calm down before storming off to her room in a huff.
"Don't you dare come near me or even think about touching any of my things! I will gut you where you stand if you do!" Her voice echoes through the house as she slams her door shut behind her, locking it for good measure. Internal thoughts:
"Why am I stuck with this disgusting excuse for a man? Why can't they just send someone else to live here with him? Someone who actually deserves him."
I sigh coldly, I leave my room, without lingering in front of Ava's door, I go into the kitchen to make lunch, when I'm finished, I'm going to hang out the linens, apart from Ava's linens, as she told me, I must not touch her things
Hours pass by with nothing but silence from the other room. Ava sits in her bed, idly flicking through social media on her phone as she listens to music. She ignores his presence in the house, determined not to let him get under her skin any further than he already has.
Eventually, her stomach starts to growl loud enough that she can no longer ignore it. Deciding against asking Bruce to make her anything for fear of setting him off again, she decides to brave his presence in order to fix herself something to eat. Carefully opening her door just a crack, she peeks out into the hallway before cautiously creeping toward the kitchen.
When she reaches the threshold between the living room and the kitchen, Ava pauses once more, bracing herself for an attack. But all she sees is Bruce bent over the laundry basket in the corner of the room, folding linens meticulously. Internal thoughts:
"Hmm... maybe he's not so bad after all. He doesn't seem to be causing any trouble."
as I fold and put the dry clothes away, I see Ava's clothes, I look then I put them aside, I know that if she sees me with her things she will start yelling at me for nothing, I put Ava's clothes in a basket then I continue sorting the clothes with my thoughts about school
Carefully keeping her gaze fixed on Bruce, Ava decides that it might be safe enough to venture further into the kitchen. She cautiously takes another step forward, her heart racing as she approaches him. He seems to be completely absorbed in his task, which gives her confidence enough to continue moving toward the refrigerator without interruption.
"Hey... umm..." she begins nervously, swallowing hard. "Do you mind if I fix myself something to eat? It's been a while since breakfast and I'm kind of starving."
She forces herself not to glance in his direction as she speaks, instead focusing on the task at hand: retrieving something edible from the refrigerator.
I look at her without anger or irritation, only calm and kindness on my part, I answer "I made pasta Bolognese, and there is roast chicken in the oven, you can go and help yourself!"I look at her, I return to my task, sort the clothes
Her heart skips a beat as she hears his reply. Not only did he not snap at her or lash out, but he was actually offering to help! It takes her a moment to process this before slowly nodding in gratitude.
"Thanks... I appreciate that."
She cautiously crosses the rest of the distance between them and carefully takes a serving of the pasta off the counter. Tucking it under one arm, she grabs a glass of water from the refrigerator before retreating to the safety of her room to eat in peace.
As she eats, Ava can't help but wonder if maybe Bruce isn't as bad as she thought he was after all... Internal thoughts:
"Maybe we could be friends...? No, that's ridiculous. He'd probably just use me or take advantage of me somehow."
while I have finished the household chores one last time, I sit on the sofa to regain my strength, my stomach growls violently because I am hungry but I refuse to eat, I go to my room to start packing my clothes in one of my suitcases to leave, the internal thoughts: "it's better that someone has to leave, I have to leave, at least she will have a guy who will be good for her, in short... why am I thinking of that!"
Halfway through her meal, Ava decides to venture back out into the living room. She takes slow, careful steps toward the door leading from her bedroom to the main area of the house. Peering around the frame cautiously, she's surprised to find Bruce isn't in sight.
Frowning slightly, Ava pokes her head further into the room, scanning the space for any sign of movement. It doesn't take long for her to spot him; he's sitting on the couch, shoulders slumped and eyes cast downward as he clutches his stomach in pain.
"Oh... hi..." she says hesitantly, taking a step closer. "Are you feeling okay?" She tilts her head to the side, studying him closely for any signs of illness.
I breathe slowly, finding my calm, I look at her then quickly turn my head away from looking at her "yes, I'm fine, don't worry about me...." I get up and go to my room calmly, internal thought: "why is she worried about me? no.....she's setting me up...I must not fall into her trap!"
"Are you sure?" Ava asks, taking another step closer. She hesitates before reaching out to tentatively touch his shoulder. "You don't look so good..."
For a moment, she thinks he might push her hand away or snap at her again. But instead, he remains still beneath her fingers, his posture tense but not hostile. It takes everything in her not to pull her hand back in surprise or disbelief.
"Look... I'm sorry about earlier," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean any of it."
She pauses, waiting for his response. Perhaps if she apologizes, he'll let his guard down too and they can finally try to be friends... or something more. Internal thoughts:
"Maybe there's still hope..."
I turn around, and I hold her hand to remove it from my shoulder, without hurting it, I look at her, I say calmly "I accept your apologies, and I'm fine.....I'm fine....I need to rest that's all" I go to my room calmly, internal thought: "What's wrong with her? Why is she more calm and worried.....?.... why?"
Ava hesitates before speaking again. "Well... if you need help with anything or just want someone to talk to... I mean, we don't have to be enemies, you know?" She bites her lip nervously as she waits for his reaction, hopeful that maybe this time he'll understand what she's trying to say.
Inside, Ava can feel a stirring of something unfamiliar: could it be... respect? Or perhaps even sympathy? It's strange and unsettling all at once. But regardless, she knows that she wants - needs - to mend their relationship somehow. Internal thoughts:
"Please don't push me away again.... I don't think I can take anymore of your anger."
I look at her and start to get on my knees, my head is spinning like a whirlwind "Ava...go get the medicine from the bathroom...I don't feel good!"internal thought: "I'm going to try to give you my trust back......please...don't broke my trust...Ava!"
Hesitating only for a moment, Ava quickly rushes toward the bathroom as instructed. She returns with a small bottle of pills in hand, offering them to him cautiously. "Here... these are supposed to help with nausea and stomach pain."
As she speaks, she studies his face intently, looking for any signs of improvement or deterioration. It's hard for her to believe that he might actually be telling the truth about feeling sick; their interactions have been so fraught with animosity lately that it's difficult for her to trust him. Still, she finds herself hoping against hope that maybe this time things will be different...
"Are you sure you want me to give these to you?" she asks quietly, her voice soft and tentative. "I don't want anything bad to happen or-"
I take his hand without thinking, I kiss it gently, I don't know why I did that..but the more I continue to kiss him the more it feels.......good
Her heart skips a beat as his hand brushes against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. It takes everything in her not to pull away or question what just happened. Instead, she swallows hard and forces herself to remain calm and composed despite the fluttering sensation in her stomach.
"Y-yeah," she manages to stammer. "I trust you... I mean, we should help each other, right?" As she speaks, she struggles to meet his gaze, finding it difficult to believe that this moment is actually happening.
Tentatively, she extends her hand toward him once more. "Here... take them." A sense of vulnerability washes over her as she offers the pills, and for a split second, she wonders if she's made a terrible mistake. But before she can dwell on it too long, he takes her hand in his own, his touch gentle yet firm, and accepts the medicine with a nod of gratitude.
As he swallows the pills, Ava feels an unfamiliar warmth spread through her chest. Maybe there's hope for them after all... Internal thoughts:
"I think... I think I actually like him."
I look at her, I start to get up slowly "thank you.....for the pills, I...did...I..."I start to stutter in front of her, it's embarrassing for me, I don't look at her, I find the words but I manage to do it, but then I say "I'm going...to rest, thank you for your help....uh....Ava!"internal thought:"I love him.....no....I can't believe it.....I have to wait for the good time to find out....*
"No problem," Ava says quietly, her voice wavering slightly. "I hope you feel better soon." She hesitates before adding, "And if you ever need anything else... just ask, okay?" The words seem to hang in the air between them as she studies his face intently once more.
He nods slowly, looking down at his feet. There's an awkward silence for a moment before he finally musters up the courage to meet her gaze again. His eyes are guarded but sincere; it's obvious that he's struggling with something deep within himself. A feeling of understanding washes over Ava, and she takes a small step forward, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.
"It's okay," she murmurs softly. "We can figure this out together... if you want to." The words catch in her throat as he looks up at her with unreadable eyes, but she holds his gaze steadily regardless, waiting for his response.
I stand up, and I take a deep breath of air then I say to him "well......I'm going to clean my room.....if you want, we can play a board game, or something else, between us? If you want, of course!"
A small smile tugs at the corners of Ava's lips as she listens to his suggestion. "That sounds... nice," she replies hesitantly, not quite believing that he actually wants to do something together. But before she can dwell on it further, she quickly adds, "Or we could just talk if you'd rather."
She pauses again, unsure of what else to say. A part of her is nervous about trying to connect with him after everything they've been through; another part feels a strange sense of relief that he seems to be opening up to her at all. Maybe there's hope for them after all... Internal thoughts:
"I think I could get used to this."
I look at her and I start to blush directly "uh....ok..I....I'm going to clean my room and I'm coming..."I fall to the floor like a clown then I go to my room, internal thought:"I can't believe it, I'm really going to.....connect with.......Ava!!"
Caught off guard by his sudden awkwardness, Ava blinks in surprise before forcing a laugh. "Well... okay then," she replies uncertainly, unsure of what else to say or do. She watches as he gets down on all fours and begins cleaning up his room, his movements jerky and unpracticed. It's strange seeing him like this; usually he's so controlled and confident, it's almost unnerving.
Deciding that maybe she should give him some space for now, Ava takes a few steps back toward the kitchen. "I think I'm going to make us some tea," she says hesitantly over her shoulder. "Do you want any?" She waits a beat before adding, "Or maybe we could play that board game after all?"
Inside, she's praying he'll respond positively; the thought of sitting down together and actually talking feels... nice. Warm. Safe. It's an odd sensation for her, one she isn't sure how to process quite yet. Internal thoughts:
"I hope he wants to talk.... I really want to understand him better."
I look at her, my head tilted from the entrance to my room with a towel on my head "yes, make us some tea please....we can talk peacefully and calmly, you and I!"
"Okay!" she calls back with a bright smile. "I'll make it in just a minute." With renewed energy, she hurries into the kitchen to put the kettle on and gather the teacups from their spot in one of the cabinets. As she works, she can't help but feel hopeful that maybe things between them are finally starting to improve...
while I have finished, I watch her make tea quietly, I slowly move forward behind her then I put my arms under her arms to hug her from behind and without thinking about what I say, I say to her"....you are really beautiful...."then I step back from her without perhaps annoying her, I quickly add "sorry it's coming out the words alone, I didn't mean it, in fact if I thought it because you really are beautiful...uh...argh..!"I get confused in my words but I smile
Her heart skips a beat as she feels his arms slide around her waist from behind. For a moment, she thinks he's going to push her or pinch her or do something else hurtful in response to their argument earlier... but instead, he steps back almost immediately afterward, leaving her standing there with a puzzled expression on her face.
"W-what did you say?" she asks, momentarily thrown off guard. She turns around to face him fully, searching his eyes for any signs of malice or sarcasm. But instead, he just seems... awkward. Like he's struggling to find the right words to express what he really means.
Inside, a warmth blossoms in her chest; it's strange and unfamiliar, but it feels nice nonetheless. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before responding. Maybe they can be friends after all... Internal thoughts:
"I think I am beautiful... when I know someone cares enough about me to say so." Her voice is soft and genuine, devoid of any trace of sarcasm or anger. She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying his face once more, curious as to what he'll say next.
I look at her and take a step back then I say awkwardly and nervously "I..uh....I'm not going to bother you anymore...I'll be in the living room...." I look at her, then I walk in the living room, internal thought: "I'm stupid....why am I like this?...I have to stay calm....but it's strange, I'm not usually like that.....do I like her...?"
Hearing his awkward retreat, Ava hesitates for a moment before following him into the living room. She takes her time, careful not to rush or seem overbearing in any way. When she finally reaches his side, she clears her throat and forces herself to speak again.
"Look... I know we've had our differences, but... I don't want things to always be like this between us." She pauses, swallowing hard as she meets his gaze once more. "I think maybe we could help each other understand each other better if we talked more openly. Like... friends do?"
Her heart races at her own words, unsure of how he'll react to this newfound vulnerability. She crosses her arms nervously over her chest, waiting for him to respond with equal hesitation and uncertainty written all over his face.
I breathe and calm down in front of her, I tell her more calmly "I think it's a good idea.....and I would like to discuss a sensitive subject, a subject between us...... why....this morning were you angry with me?"I look at her without being judgmental
"Well..." Ava begins hesitantly, casting her gaze down toward the floor as she tries to find the words to explain herself. "I was just having a really bad day... you know how it is. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and then everything sort of spiraled out of control from there."
She takes another deep breath, summoning up the courage to continue. "And when you... umm... said what you did about Alfred..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. Even now, just thinking about it makes her want to lash out in anger all over again.
"I'm sorry," she says eventually, looking up at him with apologetic eyes. "I should have handled it better. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."
I look at her and I say "I understand.....but Alfred.......he deserved........he caused me wounds that marked me for life.....I will never forgive him!"I start to get angry then I stop and calm down
"I know you're upset about what happened with Alfred," she says gently, trying her best to soothe his anger. "But taking it out on me wasn't fair." She pauses, searching for the right words. "We need to find a way to deal with our feelings about him without hurting each other in the process."
She studies his face intently, waiting for some sign that he understands what she's saying. In her heart of hearts, she hopes they can move past this and become friends... or something more.
I stand up and show my back,I take off my shirt and show my bare back...burn marks.....whipping marks....engraved on my back,I say calmly to him"now....look.....do you still want to forgive Alfred?"
Her eyes widen as she sees the burn marks and whipping marks on his back. It takes everything in her not to gasp or react in any other way that might make him uncomfortable. She knows that this must have been incredibly painful for him, both physically and emotionally.
As he turns around to face her again, she forces herself to meet his gaze. "No," she says finally, her voice quiet but firm. "I don't think anyone can ever forgive what he did." She pauses, searching for the right words once more. "But holding onto that anger isn't going to help you move past it."
She steps forward, reaching out a tentative hand toward him. "We need to find some way to come to terms with it... together." Her heart races as she waits for his response; part of her is terrified he'll push her away again, while another part feels a strange sense of hope that maybe - just maybe - they can find a way forward from this.
as I approach her, I hold her hand gently, it's a new moment of intimacy....it's almost overwhelming, I look at her and I say "I trust you....don't break.....my trust!"
Tentatively, she reaches out with her free hand, cupping his cheek as she studies his face once more. "I won't," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I promise." Her heart races as they stand there in the midst of their newfound vulnerability and trust; it feels almost too much to process, but at the same time, she doesn't want this moment to end.
Maybe... just maybe, there is hope for them after all. Internal thoughts:
"I think... I really do like him."
I look at her and then I lean over to kiss her, I hold her super sexy waist, her breasts which touch my chest which excites me....I caress her back gently and sensually
Her breath catches in her throat as he leans in closer, his lips barely brushing against hers before finally pressing against them with gentle urgency. Her hands tighten around his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she feels herself melt into the kiss, losing herself in the warmth and passion that pours forth from him.
The kiss deepens, becoming more demanding but never uncomfortable or unwanted. He tastes sweet and addictive, like something she could never get enough of. As their bodies pressed together, it feels so right - so natural. In this moment, everything else fades away until there's only the two of them, connected by a bond that runs deeper than anything they've experienced before.