You just came out of your room as your mom said there is a guest in the house. It's aunt Carmila, it's been ages since you saw her.

Mom: "Aunt Carmila just moved in next door! Isn't it great?"

You look at aunt Carmila. She looks different than you remember. Sadder, but also more attractive somehow. It’s weird you think, that this is the first time you’ve noticed her in that way.

"Hey." She says curtly as she glances over at him before looking back down to the table. Her gaze flickers up and down his body, noticing how much he's grown since they last saw each other. "What do you want, Perruno?" she asks with a tone of annoyance in her voice.

"You were always such a pest back then. Haven't changed much." She takes a sip of her coffee and glares at him over the rim of the cup. "What do you want me to say? That I missed you or that it's good to see you?" She shrugs, not bothering to hide the coldness in her voice or eyes. "I have better things to do than talk to a kid who doesn't even know how to behave."

Fuck. Now she's gone back to her cold self again. Well, you guessed she was never really this nice when you were just kids. You turn around and walk away, hoping that maybe some time later you could try talking to her again.

You hear the front door open and then close again. It takes you a moment to realize that it was probably just your mom coming back home from her shopping trip with aunt Carmila. Sighing heavily, you slump down onto your bed and stare up at the ceiling for awhile. She made it pretty clear earlier today how much she didn't want anything to do with you right now...

Another hour passes by and you still don't hear anything from either your mom or aunt Carmila. You start to wonder if they even want you around at all... Your stomach rumbles, reminding you that it has been forever since you last ate something. Maybe if you go downstairs and make yourself something to eat they'll finally notice you and pay attention to what an absolute mess your room is... You slowly climb out of bed and head towards the door.

As you're about to head downstairs, you hear your name being called from above. You look up and see Aunt Carmila standing at the top of the stairs, a stern expression on her face. "Perruno," she says in that annoying tone of hers, "what do you want?" Her eyes rake over you slowly before settling back onto your face, scrutinizing every detail as if searching for something. You feel nervous all of a sudden...

"You're being ridiculous," she mutters under her breath as you head off to the kitchen. She hesitates for a moment before following after you. You're about to ask her what she wants when she suddenly pushes you up against the counter, slapping your ass hard enough to sting. "You little shit," she growls, pinching and twisting at your sensitive skin. "Just because I moved in next door doesn't mean you can start acting like such a brat." Her grip tightens as her words come out harsher than before, echoing through the otherwise quiet house.

You try to wriggle free but she only digs her fingers deeper, squeezing and twisting mercilessly. "You should be thankful I'm even talking to you," she spits venomously. "I could easily just ignore you from now on if that's what you really want."

You didn't expect that. For a moment she's too surprised to react and you manage to shove her away, the sound of her landing on the floor accompanied by pained grunts. "What the fuck?" She glares at you, anger plain on her features now as she rubs her side where she landed. "You little brat..." Her voice trails off as she stands slowly, hands balling into fists at her sides.

But then, unexpectedly, a strange sort of smirk crosses her face. "Well...if that's how you want it..." She takes a step closer to you, eyes darkening as she licks her lips slowly and deliberately. Her voice lowers to a husky whisper. "...why don't we see just how much I can stand the little shit?"

And before you can react, she's on top of you once more, hands gripping tightly at your shoulders as she leans in close enough that you can feel her breath against your neck. "Do you really want me to leave you alone?" she whispers, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "

"Fuck!" She cries out in pain as the knife cuts deep into her arm, blood immediately seeping from the wound and staining your shirt. For a moment you think she's going to retaliate, but then something changes in her expression. Her grip on your shoulders loosens slightly as shock replaces anger in her features. "You... stupid..." She breathes heavily, panting from pain and exertion.

Her free hand comes up to cover the wound on her arm, wincing as she feels the cut and the warm blood running over her skin. You can almost taste her fear now; it's thick in the air like a sweet perfume. "You little bastard..." She whispers hoarsely before leaning forward and biting down hard on your shoulder. Your flesh gives way under her teeth with a soft, sickening squelch that only serves to fuel her anger further as she draws blood once more. Her hips begin to grind against yours in time with each harsh thrust of her mouth, each bite making you writhe and moan beneath her.

It hurts; it's

You slam her head against the refrigerator so hard that you feel something give way beneath your hands; a satisfying crunch accompanies the sound and her body goes limp with shock. With one last savage thrust, you push her to the floor, relieved when she doesn't try to fight back anymore.

Her breathing is ragged, shallow gasps that make soft mewling noises deep in her throat as tears trickle down her cheeks. Blood pools beneath her where she lies; from her arm and now also from a fresh gash on the side of her head. You stand there, panting heavily yourself, taking in the sight of her battered and bruised form.

It's not like you meant to hurt her this badly... it just sort of happened. Now what? Do you call for help or do you finish what you started? The thought makes your stomach twist uncomfortably, but there's something inside you that won't let go now.

You slam the fridge door shut and storm off to your room. As you close the door behind you, you hear Aunt Carmila muttering angry words through the opening between the two doors. "What an asshole..." she whispers before beginning to sob quietly on her side of the kitchen floor. You sit down on your bed and wait for things to calm down; you're not sure if she's hurt badly enough that someone will call for help or not, but either way it looks like your time with aunt Carmila is over. For now.

After some time passed, you hear soft footsteps approaching your door. You slowly open it to find Aunt Carmila standing there, her arm wrapped in a bloodied towel and the other hand holding onto the doorknob for support. Her face is pale and drawn, with dark circles under her eyes from crying. "Perruno..." she whispers hoarsely, struggling to meet your gaze. "I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me." Tears fill her eyes again as she takes a shaky step forward, leaning against the doorframe for balance.

"I just miss my friend's son so much..." she murmurs, unable to look at you directly any longer. "And then you act like this... You make everything so complicated." Her voice trails off and she sighs heavily through her nose. "Can we please start over? I don't want us to be enemies... Not anymore."

Fuck... That's what I get for trying to apologize. Fine then, asshole. She turns around and storms away, slamming the door behind her. A few moments later you hear her bedroom door close just as hard.

She spends the whole day in her room, refusing to speak to anyone except for brief, hostile comments through the door. You can hear her pacing back and forth, muttering curses under her breath every now and then. The tension between you both seems to escalate with each passing hour. Finally, late at night, you hear footsteps approach your door again.

Carmila knocks softly before slowly opening the door, revealing herself in a silk robe that hangs open, revealing her curves beneath. Her eyes are still red from crying but she tries to muster up a smile. "Perruno... Can we talk? Please?" She takes another step forward, closer to your bed.

Her voice is soft and gentle now, almost pleading. You can see the hurt in her eyes, but there's something else there too; anger maybe, or frustration. It makes you feel guilty for how you've been acting towards her, even though a part of you just wants to keep pushing her away.

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she takes another step back, closing her eyes tightly against the sting of fresh tears forming there. "Fine then," she mutters bitterly before spinning on her heel and marching off down the hallway, the sound of her bedroom door shutting echoing through the quiet house like a gunshot. You lie awake for hours after that, unable to shake the image of her sad face from your mind.

Eventually you fall asleep, but rest isn't easy; dreams of Aunt Carmila haunt you, leaving you feeling drained and empty when morning finally comes around.

She spends the whole day in her room as well, trying to avoid you and the tension that seems to surround every interaction between the two of you. Her heart aches with a longing for the friendship she once had with Perruno, but it's hard for her to admit that out loud. As the hours pass, she grows increasingly restless and frustrated, pacing back and forth in her room or staring listlessly out the window.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Carmila decides to try again later in the evening when she thinks Perruno might be more inclined to talk. She takes a shower to calm her nerves and then slips into her silk robe once more, this time leaving it open as an unspoken invitation for him to join her. Slowly, she makes her way down the hallway and knocks softly on his door before waiting patiently for a response.

Carmila's heart sinks as she listens to the sound of his quiet breathing on the other side of the door. She bites her lip nervously and takes a step back, debating whether or not she should just leave things be for now. But then, another thought crosses her mind; maybe if she gave him some space tonight, he'd be more inclined to talk tomorrow. With one final glance towards his door, she turns on her heel and heads downstairs in search of something distracting on TV or a book to read until sleep finds her again.

Carmila sighs softly as she climbs into her own bed across the hallway. She stares up at the ceiling, contemplating her next move. A part of her wants to just forget about Perruno and focus on herself for awhile, but another part can't help but feel a deep sadness over the loss of their friendship. Finally, she rolls onto her side, facing away from the door and closes her eyes, hoping that maybe by tomorrow things will have changed between them.

As she drifts off to sleep, memories of happier times with Perruno dance through her head; laughing together, sharing secrets, playing games...She longs for those days to come back, if only just for a moment. But for now, all she can do is hope and wait.

Carmila spends the morning preparing breakfast with extra care and attention to detail; making pancakes from scratch, whipping up egg whites into fluffy meringues, and frying bacon to perfection. The scent of her cooking wafts through the house, making its way down the hallway to Perruno's room. She hopes that perhaps if she makes something delicious enough, he might finally feel inclined to come out and talk with her again. As she finishes up in the kitchen, she places a tray laden with breakfast treats outside his door before retreating back downstairs to wait quietly.

Her heart races as she listens for any movement from inside his room; footsteps, murmurs... Anything that might indicate he's taken her olive branch of peace and decided to accept it. Time passes slowly, agonizingly so, but eventually she can hear the soft sound of his door opening. Her breath catches in her throat as she waits eagerly for him to emerge.

"Perruno?" she calls softly. "I made breakfast... Would you like some?"

Her heart sinks as she listens to the sound of his quiet breathing on the other side of the door. She bites her lip nervously and takes a step back, debating whether or not she should just leave things be for now. But then, another thought crosses her mind; maybe if she gave him some space tonight, he'd be more inclined to talk tomorrow. With one final glance towards his door, she turns on her heel and heads downstairs in search of something distracting on TV or a book to read until sleep finds her again.

Carmila spends the night tossing and turning, unable to shake the feeling that something isn't quite right between them. As the hours pass, she becomes more and more convinced that she needs to try harder to make amends with Perruno before it's too late. Finally, exhausted from her restlessness, she falls asleep around dawn, hoping for a better day tomorrow.

The next morning, Carmila wakes up feeling refreshed but apprehensive. After breakfast, she takes a shower and gets dressed, then spends some time fixing up her

Carmila paces around the house restlessly, unable to concentrate on anything besides her concerns over Perruno. The longer he remains shut away in his room, the more worried she becomes that maybe their relationship really is beyond repair. She debates trying once more to talk to him, but fears rejection and further hurt. Finally, after several hours of this anxious limbo, Carmila decides that she needs to do something or else risk losing Perruno forever. Taking a deep breath, she gathers her courage and marches up the stairs towards his room.

She knocks on the door, softly at first and then more insistently as time passes with no response. Her heart is racing now, a knot forming in her stomach as anticipation and dread mix into an uncomfortable cocktail. Finally, she hears movement from inside the room; Perruno's footsteps crossing the floor before coming to rest at his own door. She braces herself for whatever reaction he might have.

Carmila's heart skips a beat as she sees his face; pale and exhausted with dark circles under his eyes. She hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words before finally speaking up. "Perruno... Look, I just wanted to apologize again for yesterday. I shouldn't have said those things and I definitely shouldn't have hurt you like that." Her voice cracks slightly as she finishes her sentence; tears well up in her eyes.

"I miss our friendship... We used to be so close and now it's all gone because of stupid arguments. Can we try to fix this? Please?"

Her heart sinks as he falls silent and then slumps unconscious to the floor. Tears stream down her face as she rushes forward, gathering him up in her arms and carrying him over to his bed. She lays him gently down before running back to get a wet cloth with which to cool his feverish skin. Carmila has never been so terrified in her life; part of her wants nothing more than to lose herself in the warmth of Perruno's body, but another part knows that he needs her to be strong right now.

With trembling fingers, she dabs at his sweat-soaked hair and wipes away the tears from his face, whispering soothing words of comfort until finally, after what feels like an eternity, he stirs. Her gaze never leaves his face as he slowly regains consciousness.