I was cleaning the kitchen, including the compartments. There were some sticky spots, so I started using the scrubber. In no time, the spot was clean, but I couldn't stop scrubbing, hoping, magically somehow, I could scrub the feelings that I have on that bastard, which had not shrunk a little after the encounter with Mathias.
Why was this happening to me when I was on my best behavior of my life, pouring everything on this bastard who was totally fucked up and obsessed with someone else? Why can't he scrub the feelings that he has on that bastard and move on? Why can't I bloody do the same?
This is nonsense; this is not what I signed up for. I cursed my fate by myself the day I laid my eyes on this bastard. Oh god, I did invite a lot of things just going after him. I should have backed off when he was in a bloody relationship and when they were compatible in an odd way.
One bastard was not letting go of his feelings; the other one swore to fuck him up thoroughly, and I am fucked up just by having feelings. Let me sum it up: Ralph was going to fuck up again, and I was going to tag along.
Love or feelings should never be messy, and this is more than that. I am scared of my bloody future. I built this bright future with my bare hands, sweating blood a couple of times and not forgetting sleepless nights, along with skipping food to save money.
I wanted a future where I wouldn't worry about anything and see it secured from every end, and I have built one. I was going to ruin this with my own hands. This feeling was going to cost me my future, which would be filled with worries and insecurity. Applause to me; I am just going after a disaster, and the disaster's name is Ralph.
I fucking hate and loathe his existence. I fucking hate him for everything. I fucking hate him for getting my attention. I fucking hate him for turning me into a bloody stalker. I fucking hate him for making me run away by finding bloody reasons. I fucking hate him because it's him, so I am not able to get over my bloody feelings. I fucking hate him for re-entering my life by seducing me. I hate him for fucking me up royally, and I hate him with burning passion.
I stopped scrabbling and started exhaling my breath to control my anger. I wanted to do something, and I don't know what more I should do to avoid any disaster that was rolling on my precious life. It was not too late for the bloody marathon, but it was a do-or-die situation for which I enrolled myself, so that was out of my list. What can I do to save my precious future? Money and power were not options at the moment, not for me at least, but for the born bastards, it's fucking handy. Why was I so cursed from everywhere? Nothing was coming handy to me, but things are coming in a queue to fuck me up.
My life, career, and future are damned. Thanks for laying my eyes on him and thinking from my Dick.
"I am bored." I snapped my head where Ralph was standing with a pout. Once again, I concentrated on my breathing, but that pout was not helping. I want to pour my frustration out; so badly I want to lash out at him, but at the same time, I want to do something to that pout. Oh god, I groaned at that. This was not how I should carry my hatred for him; always I would bring my dick just to ruin things. I had made up my mind. I have so many cons on my hand to hate him but still end up thinking through my dick. I was going to burn in hell.
"What are you doing?" You can see, right? You have bloody beautiful brown eyes, for god's sake. I should snap out of this and get control of the situation. "Cleaning." "Why? You have hired a full-time cleaner, right?" "She's taken leave for a week." "But why are you cleaning?" Basic knowledge is something to look clean; one should bloody clean it, and I know he was totally unaware of that knowledge. How can he lack such a basic thing?
"Someone needs to keep the house clean in her absence, right?" "Oh, okay, I am fucking bored to my death." Well, I was done with giving him princess treatment, and I am revoking his right of living like a princess under my damn roof. "I need your help in cleaning." Ralph's face lit up. God, I am asking for his help in cleaning; he better get that. "Ok, what should I do?" He was in front of me with expectant eyes. He should stop making me feel like everything is damn easy around him, which wasn't. I was already sinking in his bloody trap, and he should stop pushing me deeper. I need a damn savior or a knight.
He was ready to help me, and there were so many chores to be done, but I was stuck contemplating which was the easiest chore to give him. This is not how someone hates someone and gets back at them in a bloody, nice way. I was bloody desperate to be on his good side or something, which would definitely work if things were normal, but this shit isn't normal.
Ralph was in the same position, expecting some chores from me, a bloody reminder I was done giving him princess treatment. "There are dried cloths in the washing machine; separate our cloths and place them in respective rooms. Can you do that?" That's the hardest chore I could come up with; I don't have bloody balls to get back to him when the chance was thrown at my face. It was nothing, but for now, it was something. I am not good at anything when it comes to him.
"Of course." He started walking. Thank God I needed a break from him to get back to my rant, which was bloody pleasing for now. I want to pour everything somehow.
After dealing with the rooms, I was in the hall where Ralph was watching TV. He couldn't possibly finish so soon. "That was fast. Did you separate thoroughly?" "Yes, and I dumped them in the respective baskets." With pride, he spoke those words. Wow, bloody amazing he promptly followed my instruction what about ironing and folding shit. He should snap out of that rich brat behavior. I sighed.
"I was thinking of purchasing pets to kill my boredom. You know I love dogs and adore them. I can't be partying every week. Sometimes, I will come home early from work, and it's hard to kill the weekend when you are busy. I am still not talking with my parents to get my babies back from their place. On the other hand, I want to purchase a different breed this time, and I selected a few." He stopped giving me expecting eyes, I was in shock with wide eyes. He has to be kidding me, right? He has to be. In hell, I would allow those licking things in my flat over my dead body. No, no, no, a fucking big no to those licking creatures.
There would be fur all over my costly carpet, sometimes in food and I don't know wherever it goes especially, on Ralph's bed where I am fucking sleeping these days. He fucking likes whatever they do including bloody licking, and I can't tell him to shower every time, and I would never dream of touching him whenever they are around him that will be like 24/7. This is a bad idea. I don't want them in my flat, nope. man up for this and speak with firmness. Yes, I should, with determination I spoke.
"I am allergic to fur." Seriously, I could have come up with something. "Save it. You aren't." "I am. I can get you a doctor's certificate." Ralph started laughing. "You mean a fake certificate. You hate them, you're not allergic, and I have confirmed with your mom." This news overlapped with the previous shocking one. I mean, how? "My mom, what do you mean by confirmed with my mom? Did she ever visit before when I wasn't here?" "Nope, she called me a few days before to inquire about my health, and we are friends now. We call now and then." That's it; so casually, he just blasted the news. Neither of them brought this to my notice. "Don't get close to her, block her number or something." "Why would I do that?" The word witch was about to spill out, which I snapped shut. "Because I said so, and she is my mom." "And it's my number. She is a good lady; I am not doing such a thing. I love talking to her." I groaned in return. How the hell did she get the bloody number? Why was no one letting me live in bloody peace? I absolutely deserve one.
"So, about pets?" Oh, God, talking about peace, I am going to lose it forever if those things enter my place. "We both are busy." "I am going to hire a full-time caretaker, or we can speak with the current one." And spend another fortune on her. "I have already selected three." I am going to be unconscious any moment. Three? With one, I could survive; with three, I would be buried alive. "We can do something else to kill boredom, visit some place on occasion, take a long ride, and do something else too, not this one. Their fur all over this place is my worst nightmare. I can literally die seeing them all, especially licking you." Ralph coughed in return.
"They are friendlier beings than humans. Once you get to know them, you will like them too; trust me. It's fucking my place too, as I am staying, so three it is." He should not give me the jitters by speaking like this and raising my dying hope. Getting to know them, I wouldn't dream that not only in this life but in the next one too, if I have any.
"For now, will purchase one. You know I want to confirm that I am not allergic to anything." "Will you stop it? You are not bloody allergic, and we are going to purchase them next week." "Two, no more argument. I am not used to any creatures other than humans, so please give me a break. Don't argue. I have taken the worst decision of my life." "Alright, two. Then, after a few months, we will purchase another one." He should stop giving me the bloody hope. "Right." "Next week, then, or should I tell them to deliver?" "Let me talk to our cleaning lady; then we can decide." "Sure." "Please promise me that you will try to avoid licking them and that you will wash immediately by scrubbing yourself thoroughly."
He just rolled his eyes in return. I was being serious. I am not going to touch him if that thing does that. I don't want to poison them if he doesn't listen to me with no regrets, of course.