MEL:
Control and power, are the two of the newest things I started to like from the moment I met Atlas
What a man sir!
He showed me in the best possible way how good we are together, in conversations, in games, in hobbies, and especially in bed
It made me see stars, float in the clouds, touch the sky, and have many other wonderful sensations.
We "fought" all night to see who won the "battle", and it ended up that the two came out the winners, each one with a giant smile and panting, not to mention the great feeling of satisfaction.
I love the way our bodies complete each other, it makes me feel good to know that there is something in this world that belongs to me.
possessive? I learned from the best.
Well, now I'm going to my parents' house, I insisted that Atlas take me there, I need to tell my two loves about my "stand—in mother".
I'm so happy, that I'm afraid something will go wrong and this will all end, I have a strange feeling as if something was going to happen at any moment
— What does my princess think so much?— Atlas asks while driving with one hand and with the other massaging my leg
— Nothing, just some silly things, which God willing won't happen— I speak positively, but inside I'm not so confident
— Nonsense? Mel did something happen?— and here comes the paranoid ogre again, any little thing I say he gets worried
— Baby, I'm not made of porcelain, don't you hear?— I say, touching his hand that is on top of my leg— I have flesh and bone in this little body here— I finish talking, pointing to myself
— I know you do, but you're still my princess who needs care— she says affectionately, taking her eyes off the road for a moment to look into my eyes
We were looking at each other for two or three seconds, and when I look ahead again I see a truck coming towards us, I scream and only see when our car goes to the other lane quickly, to immediately return to the one we were in.
I look in shock at Atlas to find him still driving with one hand, looking straight ahead with a relaxed expression, as if nothing has happened.
(And I thought I was the crazy one with the steering wheel)— I still don't believe that I passed close to death
— What the fuck was that?— I ask when I realize that the voice has returned
— Look at the language Mel— the guy still dares to scold me— it happens all the time, don't worry, I would never put your life at risk— he says quietly.
Serious? It doesn't even seem like it, I almost died just now!
— Remind me never to let you drive again, at least not with me in the car— I say groggy with fright
— It was just an elaborate maneuver darling— continued speaking naturally— happens to anyone who drives well— was that a hint? Is he implying that just because it doesn't happen to me, I don't drive well?
— I've never done that and even so, I drive well!— I say giving him a death look— you want to bet?— I ask and smile when I remember my little demonstration for my "security guards"
— Is your bet like a car race?— he asks looking at me quickly but soon returning his gaze to the road
— Exactly— I say smiling, but soon he closes when he hears my ogre speak
— No!— he says rudely— do you think I'm crazy for letting my wife take chances behind the wheel? Especially in a race against me!— thank goodness I didn't say anything about my "demonstration"
— Boring— I mutter turning my gaze to the window and in return, I hear a low growl
We spent the rest of the drive with me trying to annoy him by whistling and the Atlas not even calling.
(You know when we do something just to provoke, but the person doesn't care? That's exactly what happened, it even makes me angry)
Now the two of us are here in front of the door of my father's house (I still find that word "father" strange, years without having one, and now I have one, don't think I'm complaining, far from it, it's just weird having a father and a mother, after so long without).
Amazingly, I've never been here before, it's not much different from Atlas Castle, it's just a little smaller than his.
We are walking to the entrance of the castle, my ogre has his hand intertwined with mine, as soon as I got out of the car he practically took it for himself
It even feels like my hand is a dog's bone, he's holding it in such a possessive way, it's even pity for anyone who tries to take it away.
I look to the side and see, not far from where we are, a big and beautiful tree, on top of which there is a... Little house?
Oh my god, it is a treehouse!
I'm impressed, surprised, delighted... I've always wanted to have one of these, but unfortunately, it wasn't allowed at school.
You can see my state now, right? It's like having a dream almost come true, I just need to get inside for it to be a dream come true.
I think Atlas noticed that I was walking a little crooked just to look at the little house, so he decided to follow my gaze, when he finally realized the reason for my hypnosis, he decided to ask
— How many do you want?— honestly? I didn't understand anything, I look in his direction with a face like: "Are you smoking?"— how many of those little houses over there do you want?— he asks again, only this time specifically.
I can't believe it, I blink several times trying to see if that enters my mind, is he going to give me one? And why how many?
— Let me simplify it for you, my love— he says, continuing to walk towards the door— I saw that his eyes were shining towards that tree over there, so I soon deduced that it was because of the little house on top— pause for breath and continue— and since everything important to you is important to me, I've decided we're going to have one of these in our house, I just need to know how many you need.
Now I'm speechless, is this man crazy? Is there more than one EU by chance? So why more than a little house?
— One love is enough— I say calmly to see if he understands
Why are men so dumb?
But I can't deny that I loved or rather loved the present.
Atlas shrugs and continues to guide me to the door, when we go to press the bell I see my mother open the door violently and throw herself into my arms
I would fall backward if I was just a human, but thank God my flexibility is greater, it would be a bad fall.
— My baby came to visit his parents, what a miracle, I thought I had forgotten we existed— he says and when he stops hugging me he starts squeezing my cheeks as if I were a child
— Mom— I mutter thinking that's a shame, where's a hole for me to stick myself in?— can we let you in? I need food— I finally say.
— Food?— he asks incredulously, and turns his owl—like gaze towards Atlas— by any chance you're not feeding my baby right?— accuses Atlas.
— And you think I would leave MY female without food?— I can see that he was bothered when they accused him of not taking care of me properly.
— The only thing I think is that MY daughter is still skinny, she's worse than a matchstick— turns her gaze to me and points to my body
(Did she just say I'm malnourished?)— I think shocked, my mother stabbing me in the back, or rather, it's in the front
Atlas looks at me and tilts his head as if sizing me up.
— Yeah, she is too skinny— that's just what I needed, these two are just crazy— I'm going to the kitchen to talk to Mr. Pablo so he can make something for this girl to eat— says Atlas and that's it come out coming in
— Sorry about him, my ogre isn't usually very polite— I apologize for the arrogant mister— And is Mister Christian at home?— I ask playfully
— Yes, dear, but he's kind of busy...— says my mother, a little evasive
Did something happen and she doesn't want to tell me?
That feeling comes back with everything, I don't know how to explain something else tells me that something is going to happen soon and that something is not good
— What are you busy with?— At this moment we are already inside the house
— Let's say he's trying to talk some sense into his cousin's head— he says with trepidation
She probably thinks this will affect me, but no, I know my parents are her uncles, I don't see any problem in trying to help her, I'm not a reckless child who will throw a tantrum over a silly little thing
— Great! I think I'll go there and give him a hug and a kiss— I say, already walking towards the corridor, but I stop when I realize that I don't know where it is
— It's upstairs dear, third door on the right— says my mom laughing
I leave laughing at my stupidity too, I'm walking down the hall upstairs when a scream makes me walk more quickly to the door of my father's office
Did the crazy girl try to kill her uncle?
As I go in, I hear something that makes me freeze.
— I'M YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER TOO!