Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 4

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Arabella Rivera 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Goodmorning Arabella.” Gertrude greeted me as I entered the kitchen. 

 

 

 

 

I wanted to point out that there was nothing good about the morning, especially the day ahead. But of course, I swallowed it down and murmur a soft greeting in return. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You’re here so early?” I asked, throwing my bag on the island. I fixed myself onto the stool and let my eyes stray to Gertrude. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My eyes drop to stare at the broken wine glass she was quickly sweeping in the dustpan before disposing it into the bin. My stomach drops already knowing without having to ask. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

” Yeah, your mom needed me to come early to clean up.” She answers, pushes a cloth under the running pipe and wrings it before wiping down the spilled red wine on the floor. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“They had a rough night huh?” I asked. It was no secret that my parents never saw eye to eye. 

 

 

 

 

Funny that they complain about the Cross’s while they were no saints themselves. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. At least the Cross’s didn’t hide behind the facade of a perfect family. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gertrude doesn’t answer confirming my suspicion. I should not be surprised, in fact, I wasn’t. This was normal, it was normal. But that didn’t help the lurking anger I felt knowing that my parents never cleaned after themselves. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They treated Gertrude like a slave who should always do their bidding. Yes, she was practically our maid but no one should be worked to the point of exhaustion. ” Maybe one day you should have them clean up their own mess.” I couldn’t stop the hint of anger that slipped when I spoke. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

” Who needs to clean up their own mess?” A hoarse voice speaks. 

 

 

 

 

I looked over at mother who entered the kitchen, fingers pressed to her temples like she had a massive headache. When her eyes fall on me, I took note of how red and swollen they looked. It appeared like she had been crying for hours. At this point, I wouldn’t doubt it. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She was also dressed in her normal formal attire, white blouse, pencil skirt with deathly high red stilettos and a black Prada bag clutched in her hands. She looked like the epitome of a hot wicked boss whose personal life is falling apart day by day. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In her case it was true. I could vouch for that since I was living in her world. The one where I am supposed to be perfect just like her. Or as perfect as she portrays to be. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to the island and rests her elbows on the smooth marble surface. She groans rubbing at her temples. ” I

 

 

 

 

 

 

replied and throws the soaked up wine

 

 

 

 

 

 

purposely. I observe how both Gertrude and mother stiffen upon hearing my

 

 

 

 

she orders Gertrude. ” Pour a glass

 

 

 

 

 

 

irritated that she forgot I was allergic to citrus. Then again I should not be surprised, my parents forgot a lot about me or they simply didn’t care

 

 

 

 

 

 

something or at least eat before you head to school Arabella.” She

 

 

 

 

she took out what looked like pills from her bag and popped one in her mouth before gulping the fruity drink.

 

 

 

 

 

 

to buy my favorite vegan salad on the way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

do

 

 

 

 

 

 

most successful designers in our state. I remember the younger me dancing around with the many different materials

 

 

 

 

 

 

younger me didn’t care back then, because those materials knew more of my feelings than either of my parents. So I’d do it over and over again until she stopped bringing me

 

 

 

 

 

 

need to drop me off.” It was not like I hated my parents, they were my parents

 

 

 

 

 

 

Besides, a car ride with mother always resulted in

 

 

 

 

 

 

being a senior. Like the first day I dropped you

 

 

 

 

 

 

to point out that it was not actually her who had dropped me off in kindergarten but Gertrude but I bit my tongue. Surely she’d win that

 

 

 

 

I nodded. “Right.” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to see you off but he got called in at work earlier than expected, he has already left.” She spoke

 

 

 

 

 

 

she wants to talk

 

 

 

 

 

 

when

 

 

 

 

 

 

don’t stay out late and

 

 

 

 

 

 

while pretending to wipe down the countertops, walks over to where mother was a few seconds ago and

 

 

 

 

Arabella. You know your mother loves you. Your parents love you.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

when she could always just stare at me and read

 

 

 

 

phone as I waited for

 

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