Tainted: Listening to the Silence (Book 1)

TWENTY THREE

This chapter is dedicated to 14CaraBane, thank you so much for following me, for the comments and for the votes, and happy Thanksgiving to you too :D

WolfieGirl1997 and LUXURY123 I think you both are going to LOVE this chapter, and I hope you really enjoy it :3 The rest of my wonderful readers will surely enjoy it as well but this two have been particularly pushy, always asking me what will happen next and other stuff, so you two deserve a particular mention as well XD

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Hope you enjoy,

-> Desyre

Oliver

                This had to be the shittiest day in my live, yet. The day the torturing in school started taken in to account, mind you. The hours stuck in traffic, running to get to the restaurant where I thought Sal and I would be able to talk, and the asshole flirting with Sal when I was right there were clearly not enough. There was also the ridiculous receptionist and hotel manager. If you asked me I would say they watched too much TV. I had to call both my parents and Sal's to get the woman to believe that Sal was really my boyfriend. She thought I had Sal there against his will or something.

                I took that chance to tell Ash and Mina to expect Sal a day later than I said. I also explained that my mom had booked four days instead of three. Ash told me to stay at the hotel all by myself that extra day and I laughed. I told her she was really funny and that a woman wanted to talk to her. There was a few minutes when Ash thought it would be hilarious to lie and say she hadn't seen Sal in days. Finally when the receptionist started freaking out she said she was kidding. She also said that I was really her son's boyfriend, but that she would break us up soon. I think the receptionist let me go because she took pity on me, for having such a monster-in-law.

                So after what felt like ages, I went up to the room I was sharing with Sal. I thought that finally we would talk and fix this thing between us. I thought I would apologize properly to him. When I went through the door, though, Sal was passed out on the bed. I watched him sleep for a few minutes. I just stood there watching the way his chest rose and fell with the rhythm of his breathing. I decided I seriously didn't have the heart to wake him up and went to take a bath. I filled the bathtub with warm water and got in. I just leaned my head back and closed my eyes, and stayed there for a while before grabbing the soap and washing myself. When I felt like I had worked all the stress of the day out of my body I came out.

                I got out and watched the water go down the drain while I dried myself. I stepped out of the bathroom, going to my suitcase to change into a pair of sweats. I changed and looked back at Sal who looked dead to the world. I smiled a little when I remembered the last time I had watched him sleep. I sighed and went to the window, opening it. I felt the breeze blow in and smiled again. It was rare when we had a fresh night in the city. I stared at all the lights and the people walking around and thought about my parents. I let more memories play through my head and they mixed with the present ones. I remembered things about my new parents, my new friends, and about Sal.