Todos os Capítulos de Paint me a heart: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

“Did I forget my homework or something?” I said sarcastically to no one in particular, while leaning at the door, not wanting to go any closer to my new teacher.“Alice, I need to talk with you. I kno-” Annabeth started, but I raised my hand to

“Thomas?” I half-whispered, half-yelled in disbelieve.Seeing me as I came out of the front door and stepping on the porch, he moved away from the shadows under the tree and his eyes inspected me from head to toe.

Leaning over me, with his left hand still on my right cheek, keeping my hair from returning to my face, pinned between his fingers. He licked his lips before asking his question and my attention shifted from his penetrating eyes to his tempting mouth.“How come

It was two PM on Saturday, the party day. Linda hired people to take care of the decorations and was doing most stuff that needed only a mobile. She was confirming orders, sending the invitations, and pointing her fingers to her “slaves” to make sure things will be at her taste, which was strange because the theme of the party wasn’t her specialty at all.

When I got inside, I instantly knew that he had a reason to bring me here. The heavenly smell of baked goods filled my nostrils. My eyes started wandering behind the glass, where on shelves were mouthwatering party snacks. There were muffins with perfect small copies of actors and kid’s favorite characters. Colorful biscuits in the forms of dolls, fairies, weapons, creatures, flowers, castles, and everything you can think of, picked my brain while I was guessing from where do I know them.

Thomas came to stand next to me, and I instantly felt better.“She has her taste, you have yours. Did she break your player because she preferred other songs? No! Those brainless fucks did it!” My defender challenged.

I slammed the door shut behind me. He sat on the corner of my bed, looking around and at me while I was walking back and forth. My mind was racing and I barely found my words to tell him what happened with the card game. I transferred some of my anger to him, but he was holding it together for me, only cursing while I was explaining it all.

28In the next few days, I was happy to work on the painting project instead of going to places with other people. Even if I am just sketching something, it’s like a small therapy. I needed to calm down from all recent events and just be myself.

I don’t know how often my parents talk with each other, nor when or where. It was beyond strange for me how they had the same opinion about my camping thing and how they seemed to plan things about my life without me knowing it. I felt sick to my stomach from the idea that they have been connected like that this whole time, all of those years… and I was left to think that I have a mother who doesn’t care about me. Were they really talking about me all this time?! Maybe I had a father with too much power and secrets. Whatever it was, I was feeling left behind, and they were conspiring behind my back.

Thomas made a few steps away from the lake and plopped under an old tree, his gaze concentrated on a distant memory. I followed him and sat down near him, crossing my legs under me on the dirt ground."I went to watch hockey on ice with my band. We were in a happy place, you know. Our song was played multiple times on the radio