Fragmented Love (4 page)

Chapter 11

FISHING

A few weeks later...

"I think you should eat something"

Marianne said looking at Amelia with a glass of orange juice standing in the kitchen.

She interrupted her juice and answered. - "Not because I'm going to be late, I think"

"So you think?"

The sound of a car horn came from outside the house. Amelia ran and left the empty glass of juice on the kitchen table.

"That's him, I'm going"

"Good luck!" - Her stepmother winked.

"If your luck really works, we will bring many fish"

"I have not said in that sense" - Marianne shook her head and smiled.

However, Amelia left the house without understanding the hint of Marianne. She had no idea of sin was not like her stepmother.

***

Juan Carlos and Amelia sat on the grass, putting the things he had taken from the car. The day was nice. Fishing seemed favorable for them.

"What do you want? Hook, net or mesh?"

"The Net. Is it too big?"

"No"

Moments later, they got slowly into the river. They walked pulling it open net, and they went smoothly. Juan Carlos was in shorts and no shirt with a dark cap to protect his head. Amelia was in a bathing suit and wearing a long dress and beachwear. On her head wearing a straw hat to protect her head and face from sunlight.

"I stepped on something strange!"

Amelia whispered, afraid to go forward. Juan Carlos looked at her and grabbed a smile in the corner of his mouth.

At the end of the fishing with the net they dragged back to the river and went to the grass where a shadow made by a huge tree branch. They brought five fish from the net.

"The fishing was not good today!"

He murmured, saying he had caught many and several times nets full of fish.

"It was not so bad!"

His fishing partner tried to soften.

Immediately, Juan Carlos improvised a small fire and put the five fish baking, side by side. The smell began to invade his nostrils and hunger worsened.

"I brought something to drink"

The young man said, opening a bag in Napa and took a few cans of beer.

"I do not drink"

"Not soda?" - He looked at her, sitting on the grass.

Amelia looked down and smiled embarrassed. - "I thought you were referring to alcoholic beverages"

They were eating their fish pieces made on fire and Juan Carlos took his beer, while Amelia drank a soda. Suddenly she opened her eyes and muttered something.

"I forgot to thank God for the food"

She put the fish on paper and the can of soda in the grass. She raised her hands on her shoulders, closed her eyes and remained a few minutes without speaking.

Juan Carlos looked at her, he frowned. However, he did not follow her example. The young man did not have the habit of praying.

Soon after, the two decided to rest. Juan Carlos was lying on the grass and Amelia sat beside her. Her fingers played with the wheel of her dress, while her dark eyes fixed on the face yellow boy.

"Do you have a lot of friends?"

"They are not good friends, but they are colleagues, true friends, it is difficult today"

She was agreed with her open palm. Sometimes she stared the blue sky and squeeze her crystal eyes.

"Do you consider me a friend?

"Do you want me as your friend?"

He looked at her discretion.

"I never had friends, I was always alone, and you are as a perfect friend"

The boy sat on the grass. He seemed interested in the subject and also to look at the face of Amelia closer. - "How old are you Amelia?"

"Eighteen. And you?"

"Twenty four"

"My stepmother says I'm too young"

She glanced sideways. But Juan stared at the elusive young face.

"I do not believe it"

He said, searching her eyes. Amelia looked a little lost. She was not used to being confronted and all for a pair of blue eyes.

"Now tell me about yourself. I always talk about me. If it is not asking too much, tell me about your life"

The eyes of Juan Carlos fled. They looked at the branches of trees and far. - "I'm an only child, I have wonderful parents, a lovely grandmother, I have many colleagues, and now a friend ..."

Amelia smiled and continued.

"I have some sad days and others happy" - he looked down. - "I had a girlfriend"

Amelia realized he was sad. His face quivered and his voice fell with the word
girlfriend
.

"Why do not you have more?"

"Because she died two years ago"

Juan Carlos looked at the face of Amelia. She seemed moved by the conversation, with the loss of her friend.

"How did she die?"

"Car crash"

"Do you still thinking about her a lot?"

"When I see you, I think so" - His eyes met hers. - "You look very much like her"

He confessed hoarsely.

Soon Amelia frowned. Strange matter! She resembled the dead boy's girlfriend. Is it why it haunts me so much?

"Do you see her ghost on me?" - She asked without thinking.

Juan Carlos looked up and smiled. Amelia said things without consideration. - "I did not mean to say that"

He brought his face close to hers and looked at her with affection.

"You look a lot in her hair"

His hand touched her hair and her fingers slid by falling dark strand to the left shoulder of Amelia.

He insisted, fascinated by the image of the young lady before him.

"The eyes"

She looked down.

"The shape of your face"

Amelia kept her eyes lowered, while the fingers of Juan Carlos traveled to the end of her face. She felt a strange chill.

"And the lips"

Finally he turned and ran his thumb in her mouth. Another shudder dominated the body of the girl and she got up in a hurry.

"Come on! Long time we are here"

She said, trying to find the way back. They had forgotten that they had come there by car.

***

Amelia came into the house, pushing the front door with one side of her hips. Juan Carlos had left at the door and the guy kept going.

"Did you enjoy the ride?"

Marianne asked, standing in the hallway. He had a plastic wrapped around the head. She had used a cocktail of creams on the hair.

"At first it was fine, but then he began to speak of his dead girlfriend ..."

"You're jealous - Her stepmother smiled, intending to liven up the conversation between them.

"I liked the joke"

Amelia was blocking her teeth.

"Do not be jealous of a dead"

Marianne confessed and went to the couch and sat immediately. Amelia folded her arms across her chest and challenged without mockery.

"Stop with that, please! I just did not like me to say, because he said I look like her. She looked at his girlfriend all the time"

Marianne's shoulders shook for a good cause. - "Become pose as his girlfriend, that alone is a perfect excuse for you to grab a piece of that good man, My God, my godmother has a beautiful grandson."

"You're ridiculous!

However Amelia bristled again, he spread his arms and went into the other room of the house.

Chapter 12

HUMILLIATION FOR HIM

During the night Amelia dreamed of her father. She always dreamed the same dream, that her father was being killed by the murderer.

The next day she went to church, attended mass. Sitting next to people that she does not know. As soon as she back home, she saw Juan Carlos and Marianne sitting on the couch. They were talking about something unimportant. Given this scene, Amelia looked surprised to her friend and forgot to say good morning.

"The Mass was good?"

Marianne broached the subject first.

"As usual"

"Do not talk to others?" - The stepmother said, lighting a cigarette.

Amelia immediately shrugged and smiled embarrassed, looked embarrassed. –

"Hello!”

"Hello!"

She walked to the other couch and sat on it. Soon the three began a conversation.

"I remember once, I was going to Mass, and lived in love with a guy who on several occasions was there too. Then one day, I would not take his eyes off me, and it not to me"

Amelia did not like the theme of her stepmother and then looked at the ceiling and made faces. She could not prevent her stepmother talking.

"With fire in his eyes! I was your age, Amelia.

He looked aside and Marianne continued.

"I was a pepper, a spicy pepper as everyone said!" - She laughed and Juan Carlos accompanied the laughter. But Amelia remained serious, looking at both. - "And then, I do not lost time, I made a sign to the young man came out from behind me"

Seconds later, tired of hearing nonsense, serious Amelia protested. - "It is a sin, did you know?"

"I know, darling, but I have already apologized to God for many years"

"That dirty thought in the church! How can you do that?"

"Let me tell you the rest," - He looked seriously at Amelia. Juan Carlos frowned, looking dazed in the middle of the discussion. - "Then we went to a hallway where there was nothing and nobody and everything was dark, there was only one window that radiated the romantic moonlight. Then he started kissing me wildly, he began to go with his hand through my body.... Wow! I should just thinking about it! "

Marianne was making gestures to show it was.

"Until the whole church heard my groaning virginity loss. Everyone came to see, and I was severely punished by my mother. At that time I had no dad, but the priest gave me a severe penance for it. I forced to marry, but I got away, I only came back a year later"

Juan Carlos asked thoughtfully. - "Do you regret what you did?"

"I only regret what I did not"

Marianne said and smoked her cigarette.

Amelia died of embarrassment to the story, and blushed.

"What you have said it is an outrage! If you were my mother, I'm dying of shame"

However, Marianne stared at the boy sitting on the couch and said.

"Juan Carlos, I'll tell you something. Sex for this girl is an outrage, a terrible thing, an unforgivable sin! Be warned!" - She pointed a finger at him. - "If you want your love to last, never mentions the word sex with her. This is the end of the relationship between both."

Amelia immediately got off the couch and left. Worried, Juan Carlos stood up and walked quickly behind her.

"Amelia, wait!"

"Go!" - She ordered without looking back.

"What have I done?"

He questioned after he stood before her. He saw with his head. Amelia kept her eyes on the floor. She seemed unable to look up.

"I told you to leave me!

"But listen, at least" - he pleaded.

She wiped her tears and tried to say with her fragile voice.

"She hates me, this is just to mock"

"She was playing with you"

"I prefer that she not tease me like that. Marianne always finds a way to humiliate me"

"Come here"

Juan Carlos approached Amelia and pulled toward him. She hugged him without fear; she figured it was just a friend and nothing more.