CHAPTER 6
STITCHED THE FRESH SKIN, THE SCAR OF THE ART
The same night, the night of the final polo game, the party night I missed to celebrate at the Oskar's house, and I went to dinner at Meride's house instead. As I listen to the music, I've been thinking and playing along with my chaotic thoughts. I replay of what Zygmunt said to me,
What the hell was he thinking?
Saying something like that.
I roll myself in bed left and right, almost fall off the bed, and roll back to the center. Then, I turn my face to the jacket that is hanging in front of the closet's entrance.
It's been several days, and that man might get bored of me, or because of that night, he saw how crazy I was and came to his realization—get away from me as fast as possible.
I sigh heavily, but why do I have to care?
DING.
Then the doorbell rises up.
I immediately look at the clock on my phone. It's one-thirty. I hesitate to get down.
DING.
I get to the window and try to look—it's a man in front of my door. I try so hard to glare at his face and body build, and his face is about to look up at me. I quickly run down to the door.
"Tytas? It's late…Why do you come?" I ask as I look at him shockingly. His body is a bit sweaty, or he fell into the pond before he got here.
"I want to see you." He looks at me. "Can I come in?" He asks.
"Yeah," I say and open the door wider for him. He steps inside, and I close the door.
I look at his face, and he seems like he's about to burst out somehow.
"I'm sorry." He says. "Please, forgive me." He says as he steps closer to me. "It's very fucked up. I know that you won't be able to forgive me…or take me back." He directly says what's on his mind.
"Take you back?" I'm confused. "If you come here to apologize on Vik's behalf, I don't want to hear about it."
"No, Zia…I'm here because I don't want to lose you." He steps closer with his green eyes. "It's very fucked up for what he did, and I already took care of it."
Taking care of it? What is he trying to say?
"What are you trying to say, Tytas?" I ask.
"I can't stand people touching…hurting and disrespecting you…And fucking Vik did that to you. I'm so fucking mad! And I know how much you hate him…"
"What did you do to him?" I ask consciously.
"It's just…" he touches my hands, "He should be put in justice." He says.
I'm still confused by what he said. "Isn't he your friend?" I ask and let him touch my hands and arms.
"Not anymore." He says while looking at me. "That mother fucker touches you." He says, "I'm sorry—I know you might hate me too—I come here to say what I need to say—I want your forgiveness that I wasn't there—and that I was friends with him." He says softly, puts his head over my head, and slides to my cheek. "Zia…I'm sorry." He says with his voice shaking.
Tytas genuinely likes me, does he?
He likes me, really likes me.
His actions tell me everything.
He moves his head to my shoulder. I raise my hands to hold his face, touching his hair. "It's not your fault. If I hate you, I will be unreasonable." I say, and he raises his head a little and puts his face inside my neck. I can feel his breath.
"Are you going to take me back?" his lips move against my neck.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask softly. Then he starts to touch my neck slowly, his lips pressing my skin gently, and he kisses it. "Ha…Take you back?" I ask.
He kisses and sucks over my neck, licks and kisses it again while holding me in his arms. "I want to be yours again." He says.
"Ha…" I gasp; I feel a bit weak. "Tytas…" I call him. He steps back and looks at me directly, "I'm not mad at you." I say.
He leans his face, his nose touches mine, slides to my cheek, and purses his lips, "That's not enough." He says, and he kisses me.
His lips are crazy; it makes me feel weak. "Ha…yes," I say during his pause. His eyes are dazzling, like a sun shining through the green grass.
"Ha—Zia," He kisses, "You mean it, right?" He asks and kisses me again intensely. His hands are all over my waist, back to hips.
Then, this time, I kiss him back like I want to. His hands start to grab my thighs and hold me up as I cross my legs around his waist. I kiss and suck his tongue the way I want.
"Ha…Zia…" He says my name, and I feel his lower part is rock hard against my stomach.
"Let's go upstairs," I say.
He takes me to my room while we kiss like a teenager madly in love. He walks to the couch and sits down as I sit on him. He kisses my neck again and again, moves down to my chest, and kisses my nipple.
"Ha—ah." I cry out, making him kiss it even harder. I'm holding his face and grabbing his hair a bit roughly because of the feeling I get from him.
He slowly glides his hand over my thigh and slides down between my legs. He looks at me and opens his mouth a little, sticking out his tongue as he slides down his finger to touch my area, as he presses his tongue over mine and kisses my entire lips intensely.
His fingers rub and stroke over my part, slowly and gently, but at the same time, his fingers press harder enough to make me feel sensitive.
"What…did he do to you?" He says while touching me down there. "Tell me…what he did." He says and kisses me softly.
"Ah—" his fingers can feel the wetness of my panties.
"I'll make you feel better…so you…" he says while gazing at me
"Haa—Tytas," I say his name to stop teasing me with that movement.
"Tell me, Zia…I'll make you feel good…and forget all the fucking things that bastard did to you." He says while he kisses me and rubs the entrance of my part through my panties.
"He…"I try to say. "He touched me…" I say as we look at each other.
"Where did he touch?" He asks.
"The same place you are touching right now," I reply. "But with his tongue," I say.
He looks at me intensely, and suddenly his fingers slide through my panties and get inside my pussy.
"Ah—haa." I cry out lightly.
He keeps kissing me on the lips. "Do you feel good?" he whispers, kissing my neck. "Haa…" he gasps with me. His part is straightly hard. It's about to explode. "I'm not going to put it…" he says softly. I look at him and kiss him harder.
His fingers are moving and touching my soft spot inside and out.
"Tell me, please… that you are feeling good right now." He says
"Umm…ahh…Yes," I say.
"Tell me, what do you want? I'll do anything… Tell me what you like, " he says and kisses me. What makes you feel even more…" he whispers.
I hold on to him and use my left hand to hold his face. I slide my fingers on his face, cheek, and lips, use my thumb to touch his lower lip, and slightly touch the tip of his tongue.
"Ha…" he makes a sound.
"I want to feel your tongue," I whisper.
He looks at me, and he licks my thumb and sucks on it. He holds me up and puts me down on the couch.
"Ha—"