Chapter 59: Chapter 59

"The truth, the truth," starts Randon, "such a short and dangerous word,” he smile, “and worse if you have a mouth like the Italian's,” he chuckles."

"You're a fool Black," my friend laughs with her mouth open and full of food, it's disgusting. The barbecue is a success, Mom behaved like Kahin, Malcolm made me the drinks with a lot of alcohol hidden from the dark haired man, I'm just laughing at everything. We arrived at the targets and on the stage is Akim, a national singer, that his music is not one of my favorites, but alcohol makes me dance whatever it is, in a perreo mode, I dance to my annoying bitter moon.

“You are drunk,” he growls into my ear, "I made it clear that I didn't want to see you like this."

Rolling my eyes, I turn to face him, “bitter moon, we're here to have fun, don't make me take the wolf out," I wink at him.

"Those lines are long," Randon hands Kahin and I a beer.

"This is too crowded," my aunt Lourdes complains, "I'm getting older every year," she smiled, amused.

"Then the years make you much better," I hear Malcolm yelling the same over the music.

"Eaaaa ," my friend yells, “do I have a new daddy?" She mocks.

"Daughter please, we are not like you," she looks at us, “you meet a man today and tomorrow you are already a couple,” my friend and I exchanged playful glances.

"So much so that they were mothers at 17 years old,” I said chuckling.

"Girls!" Our mothers cry out together.

"More respect, ladies," my mother growls, "those times were not the same as they are now,” she looks at us with narrowed eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, calm down ," my friend laughs, "I'd better go to the bathrooms," she pulls me.

"Aren't our mothers a bomb?" She asks while we wait in line, "we got the best ones," she claimed.

"I wouldn't trade mine for the world." With the bladder about to explode, at last it is our turn, the two of us go into a portable toilet together. What an amazing idea!

"Fuck Marilí, take yourself away," Carla snarls, “wait, let me put myself there," I try to move away but it is impossible, when I open the door we both fall to the floor in front of a crowd of people, laughing I get up, the alcohol in my system does not allow me to be ashamed.

"Wow, we're here for shows," I hug my friend.

"I think Kahin is going to be very angry, you should stop drinking now,"  she advises me, I am a playful plan, I kiss her neck.

"Mamacitas," says a guy, "can you put one in my mouth?" He asks, smiling.

"Wouldn't it be better to give it to you?" I ask mischievously, the guy looks at his friends and widens his smile. Carla pulls me but I don't allow it.

“That's a good idea, we can use the bathrooms and do something better, not to mention that you can give me something else, don't you think?”

“It seems perfect,” without cutting a hair, he approaches me with the intention of kissing me, my knee goes straight to his soft parts.  I hate guys who want to be smart.

"Respect women, dirty man" I yell at him, “you are disgusting," Carla got scared and pulls me harder. Arriving to join the others, I can see my mother talking to Kahin, they are so focused on what they say to each other that they do not realize that I am by their side. "Wiiii" I screech, scaring mom, “they're getting along, that's right, that's the way it should be,” I draw my words, and before I embrace them, ‘between the dust and Dubosky's love’ started playing, shouting, I start dancing, mom hates the singer and she hates it more that I sing and dance his songs.

"You should stop drinking or we're leaving right now," Kahin interrupts me, pulling me, “you're drunk and I warned you not to be," he growls angrily.

"He's right, you should stop drinking now," supports my mother, I look at them disapprovingly.

"Don't do that, it's very strange, it's like you're my parents and it's very weird and uncomfortable. You're supposed to,” I point to my mother, “be the mother-in-law, and you,” I point to an angry Kahin,"you are the groom and I am the bride, not you,” I point to my mother again, “you look like the wife, he the husband, and I the daughter, so don't do it, okay?" I no longer coordinate, but I think I explained myself.

"Damn Marilí," Kahin takes me in his arms, "we must go now, she is drunk," he said to others.

"Take care of my daughter, don't yell at her," my mother warns him, “if I realize that you harm her, I will kill you with my bare hands." I want to protest and look at her, but I can't, I'm numb from so much alcohol.

“You don't have to ask me for something that I was born to do, don't forget what we talked about,” Kahin responds, I feel like walking among people, I close my eyes, the dream is gaining over me and it is winning over me.

***

His movements, his breath and gasps are waking me up, the suddenness with which he sucks my breasts makes me complain, he is mad like an animal, I feel my ass full and a pleasant pain comes out of him, my fists clench on the sheets, Kahin  is fucking me from behind.

"Kahin …" his name comes out on as a groan, “shit," I yell at how fast he hits me, "I told you that I didn't want to do it there," I breathe agitated, “again, you're too big for me," his penetrations leave me speechless, he hits me faster and harder than he did, I feel as he discharges into me as I run, his sweaty body falls on mine.

"You haven't woken up this time," he reproaches me, “Marilí, I fucked you unconscious and I didn't like it,” he's upset, I feel him pull back, my fists are still clenched on the sheets, my ass hurts, "I don't want you to drink that way again," I do not feel the sunken bed so I open my eyes and look at him, he is standing.

"Where are you going Kahin?" I ask when I see that he is dressed.

“I won't sleep with you, I wanted you to wake up, to feel the desire I had for you and you didn’t. I've been fucking you for more than an hour and it wasn't until a few minutes ago that you woke up, damn it, even when I entered your ass you didn’t…I'm angry Marilí, very angry.” Moving on from the uncomfortable pain I get up, my head is killing me and I can still feel how drunk I am.

"Forgive me honey, I'm sorry," I walk over to him and he walks away from me, “shit Kahin, stop walking away,” I shouts him, “you are being stupid," I look at him annoyed, “you could wake me up and that's it."

His breathing is shaking, “I did, I always wake you up with my kisses, with my caresses and penetrations, but today you didn't feel like doing it!” He yells back at me.

"We promised not to yell at each other again,” I keep my voice down, we're losing control and I'm not going to allow it, “honey, I was or well I'm drunk, I didn't realize, forgive me, don't let me sleep alone, not after you've made love to me." It makes me fearful that he won't give in to what I ask of him.

"I won't forgive you again, I don't like you getting drunk," he let out a deep breath, “just for having promised us not to yell at each other, I won't continue, but I'm about to send everything to hell with how pushed I am,” feeling bad, I go up to him and hug him.

"Let's go to sleep, I need to, my head kills me," he takes me in his arms and lays me down, when he is lying next to me I hug him, “you shouldn't have hit me so hard from behind," I look at him, I feel the fluids still coming out, I reach for a tissue and I wipe myself up.

"I'm sorry, it made me angry when you didn't wake up,” I did not say anything, I know that he never controls himself when it comes to sex, if I had not woken up, he would have hit me like an animal.

"If I told you I wanted to kiss you, would you accept?" without answering me, he kisses me.

"I would always accept you, whatever happens, you're mine."  Smiling happily for my brunette, I relax to continue sleeping.