A Childhood Relationship Chapter I: THE BEGINNING AND DISTANCE

Chapter 6

CHAPTER VI: A BREWING TROUBLE

Living together with him without any supervision is already less than stellar and something that I wouldn't want to dream of. However, I thought that it would be troublesome if I won't help him with the household duties. After all, he greets me now as if I'm really a part of the household so it is only common courtesy for me to help him, albeit to what I can do without any issues. Perhaps, I no longer hate him since I already knew about everything and his feelings for me that was behind it all. But, it still doesn't change the fact that I don't like him, hence I still don't want to talk to him as much as possible. With these in mind, I decided what I will do the following day. Thus, I woke up really early and began to prepare breakfast. The only problem was that there were no eggs inside the refrigerator. With that, I went to the nearby convenience store which never closes. Luckily, there were eggs available in the shelves so I took a pack and bought them. I went back to his house right after while carrying the paper bag.

I went to the kitchen and turned on the gas pipe which my mother usually does before she cooks. Then, I turned the knob on the stove for the fire to start. However, it is my first time to ever touch a stove, let alone to actually cook food. I placed the saucepan where the fire appeared. I looked around the cabinets and found the cooking oil which I poured on the saucepan. I thought that it wouldn't be enough so I filled it up the same way how my mother does whenever she cooks. For a few minutes, I waited for the cooking oil to heat up before I took the eggs. Obviously, I didn't know how to crack the egg. I used a spoon and then hit the egg as lightly as possible. Then, I mimicked what my mother does and separated it into two directly above the saucepan. Although, I was surprised when it started making loud sounds and cooking oil started to sprout all over the area so I hurried to the other side. Since I waited for a really long time, the egg was burnt and I could already smell the unpleasant odor. In order to protect myself, I grabbed the kitchen tissues to cover myself before I take the egg. But, the moment I used what seemed to be a black spatula which I washed, the cooking oil acted up again so I immediately ran and this time towards the living room. However, I touched the sauce pan and so it slipped from the stove and dropped towards the floor with the hot cooking oil. I was fortunate since I was able to avoid it from touching my skin as I made the right decision to run away from it. But, I forgot that the sheets of tissues I was holding to protect myself fell straight to the fire and immediately burned as it was still connected to the roll. It became a mess until the fire grew that I panicked on what I needed to do seeming there was a fire in the kitchen. I screamed at first, but I tried to regain my composure in order to fight the fire. With that, I did my best by pouring water but the fire only worsened. So, I began to scream helplessly from being scared.

Seeming that my scream looked like there was an emergency, he hurried downstairs in his pants and he was shocked with the burning sight. He asked me to stay away from the fire which I did. Then, he became vigilante and hurried towards the fire extinguisher and proceeded to put down the fire. As soon as the fire were completely gone, he sealed the gas pipe. The immediate expanse of the stove was a burnt mess and it was all my fault. I felt really guilty since what I did only increased his workload. He hurried towards me and I thought he would console me, instead he scolded me for a while. It was too much so I began to tear up from what he said to me. But, he hugged me afterwards and asked if I was hurt anywhere. I didn't know what was his intentions for shouting at me and then hugging me afterwards, yet I nodded to confirm that I'm safe. There, he breathe a sigh of relief and told me how he was happy that I was safe and that I didn't harm myself. I could feel his grip really tightly around my body and the sweat flowing from his body. Eventually, he loosened his embrace and told me not to touch the stove ever again as it is dangerous, especially after what I had done. Even though I really intended to help him, in the end I caused trouble for him so I couldn't just break away from his embrace earlier. However, for some reason, I felt happy since he was genuinely worried about me. That day, we did not go to class since we had to call people to fix the kitchen and it took a while for everything to return back to the way it was. By the time all the repair work finished, class had already ended. I wasn't even able to talk to him afterwards for I really felt guilty for ruining things in the first place. Also, as a girl, I felt embarrassed for not being able to do something as simple as cooking eggs.

That afternoon, he called his parents to talk about the accident. Although, he didn't mention that it was my fault and just told them how he was careless and so the fire occurred. I could hear his father shouting on the phone as he was obviously mad for causing something really dangerous despite his age. He then talked about the repair work and the cost which was quite expensive. Good thing the repair company accepts clients even without immediate payment. Thus, his father will be the one to settle the bill instead of him. Before ending the call, he apologized to his father for the inconvenience he caused before the phone was handed to his mother. I thought it was already over by that time, but his mother was even harsher as I heard everything she was shouting on the phone. I even heard how it was a good thing that I wasn't harmed. At that time, I also heard how she'll decrease his allowance to repent for what he has done. He then apologized again before saying goodbye. When he returned the phone, I caught a glimpse of the sadness in his face, but he immediately smiled when he looked at me. He told me that everything was okay and there was nothing to worry about. Even though I wanted to apologize for what I have done, I cannot talk to him since it also made his parents mad at him. In order to make even with him, I went to my room and grabbed my savings and went downstairs to give it to him. But, he wouldn't accept it and just told me that I need not pay him for it since it was clearly his fault for not looking after me. So, I finally decided to apologize to him and he just smirked and continued to tell me it was okay. However, I know that it wasn't really okay and he was just putting up a front. It was even more painful when I heard his parents tell him that he is nothing but a good for nothing child who only inconveniences them. I then remembered how he was basically a problem child in middle school and that it took a toll in their reputation at the neighborhood to some degree.

Eventually, the day the fire accident came to pass and it was already two weeks since then. Spending our days together, I discovered more things about him. For most of the day, he was his usual calm and normal self. But, by the time night falls like by midnight, he reverts back to his self that thinks a lot about me. I know, for I can't even stop myself from hearing his moans while calling out my name. Even though we are on separate rooms, the noise can still be heard and so I would always have a hard time sleeping whenever he does it. Even more so are his final louder moans after quite some time. Every single week he would do the same thing, at least it wasn't every day. In order to cope with his perversion, I had to resort to wearing earphones and listening to music. I always wondered why he can't get enough of playing with his self when it looked boring and tiresome. Like, what does he feel whenever he strokes his thing and that is something I am yet to figure out. However, one thing is for sure, I do feel my heart thumping whenever I hear him as I could remember the day I caught him in the act.

In order to help with something that is safe and accident-free, I decided to do cleaning. It wasn't hard to clean the house since everything was carefully organized and not much dust settles on the furniture and electronics. It's only natural since we live in the countryside which is actually a good thing. However, there is a place where I cannot actually clean without any problems, and it is his room. Honestly, I cannot even stay at his room for more than ten minutes to clean since his unpleasant stench was embedded all over; although, he doesn't smell like it whenever he is outside his room. Also, his dirty clothes are just lying around his room as if it is the normal thing to do. Indeed, no matter how good he may be at cooking and doing the laundry, he is still just a boy who doesn't know how to tidy things up. With that, I seriously told myself that I'll take charge of cleaning the house. But, I can't believe what I saw when I first entered his room, as under his bed there are a lot of used tissues and they've got a yellowish tint in them and are quite sticky. I thought that perhaps they're just from him having colds and they accumulated but the stench was really unbearable and so I had to cover my nose while dealing with then. I thought that maybe it was the reason for the unpleasant stench and it really was part of the reason. In fact, there are even stashes of porn magazines although they're too sticky for me to open so I decided to throw them all away even without his permission. After all, he can no longer even use them anymore without ripping the pages.

I was really prejudiced by his room and everything I found inside it. So, I called one of my friends and talked about it. I even mentioned about the tissues with a smell different than normal as I was worried that he may actually be sick as I know mucous doesn't have any smell at all. With that, she first asked me if there are porn magazines that go with it or near them. I answered in the affirmative and there she told me how it was the same as the white milk-like fluid that I asked from them several weeks ago. I realized what I had just handled earlier so I felt disgusted by touching them with my own bare hands. I was too naive and I don't know how a boy's body work that I touched something I normally shouldn't have. I cannot even blame him for it since I didn't even have the permission to enter his room. With what I just learned, my friend even told me how it isn't appropriate for me to enter a boy's room so to speak. Well, at least I finally learned my lesson and thanked her for it. He then arrived home and went to his room. I know he noticed my presence inside his room since I cleaned it, yet he kept quiet about it since he is aware of the fact that I'd just get angry at him for talking to me for something as simple as that.

Then, the day arrived when something unimaginable happened. Apparently, I let my guard down despite him living in the same house as me. While I was sleeping, I woke up from something I felt in my lips. It felt really hot and that something soft was moving inside my mouth that I had a hard time breathing. However, it felt really good that I seemed to like it and so moved my own tongue to touch the soft thing which was moving inside my mouth. At first, I thought that perhaps it was a huge bubblegum before I realized that I didn't even buy a bubblegum. When I opened my eyes to check whatever it is that was moving inside my mouth, he was there in front of me, kissing me tenderly. His face was really close to me and his eyes were closed. I was surprised with what I saw and what I just did so I desperately pushed him away out of panic. I immediately gathered the sheets of the blanket to cover myself from him before I asked what he was doing to me. I thought he wouldn't answer and would just continue what he was doing so I shouted at him to go out.

Then, he told me that he can no longer bear it anymore and that he can no longer resist my body. He also told me that he wanted to take me as his own. I brightened the lights using the switch by the side table for him to stop. Yet, the only thing I saw from his was the look in his eyes which were staring at me. Even worse is that he kept on breathing heavily while he was blushing, desperately wanting to touch me. I thought to myself how I'm in a really tight situation. I thought that perhaps he would stop what he was doing, but he even unbuttoned the polo he was wearing without regard for what I said earlier. So, in order to protect myself from him, I immediately took my belt from the drawer and tried to hit him as hard as I could without regard for where it would hit him. I heard the loud sound of it hitting him and his shriek in pain. Without looking, I told him that if he wouldn't behave I'll do something even worse and that it is to call his parents and that surely they would disown him. For some reason, it was effective as he stopped what he was supposed to do to me. Then, he whispered about how his parents already considered disowning him back in middle school.

I was surprised with what I heard from him seeming that I touched a sensitive matter. Suddenly, the second I looked at his face, one of his cheeks was bleeding as I actually hit him there. I apologized for hitting him on the face. Although, he told me that it was nothing since he deserved it for wanting to violate me. However, I thought otherwise as blood is dripping from his cheeks. So, I asked him to stay inside and to not move before I went outside. I hurriedly took the first aid kit from the cabinet near the kitchen. I know where it was located thanks to my surveying the house a few weeks ago. There, I did the procédures I learned back in school. I first wiped the blood using the cotton inside. While I was cleaning his wound, he apologized to me for kissing me and for what he was supposed to do afterwards. I could see his sincerity from the look in his eyes but I just stayed quiet. Then, I disinfected it using the spray which stings and I heard him shriek as the droplets hit his wound. It wouldn't sting if I did not use the disinfectant, but a scar would surely ensue, especially on his face. Then, I applied the gauze after cutting it to cover only the wound. As soon as I finished dressing his wound, he thanked me before he left voluntarily without my telling him to do so.

Then, as soon as I looked at the door, I realized that I forgot to lock it as I was too tired to do so. This was actually the reason why he was able to enter my room and that it was my fault since I tempted him to do so. I stood up so that I can finally lock the door. However, he suddenly went back and kissed me again and I knew that being around him really is not good as I'm not safe since I'm defenseless and weak towards a strong guy like him. Afterwards, he left without saying a word. I then locked the door despite being surprised with him kissing me. As soon as I went to bed, I remembered how he kissed me. Then, I remembered what I researched from a few months ago, about how kissing comes out naturally whenever you do it with the person you like. I felt hot and I blushed from what I was thinking as I really knew that I acted like I was an expert at kissing. It didn't happen with my boyfriend whom I loved, but for some reason it happened with him who I don't actually like. Thus, I kept telling myself how I don't like him and that I should really tell my parents about what he has done. But, the solemn look on his face flashed back when he told me how his parents once considered disowning him for his irresponsible behavior. With that, I decided not to tell my parents and endure it for a while, and that is not out of pity for him. It just seemed like he was really sad and lonely, after all the reason for his actions back in middle school can be traced back to me. If only he never loved me, nothing of this sort would happen. That surely, our childhood relationship wouldn't even end.

Now that I think about it again, our childhood memories are slowly breaking apart. It's not because I'm beginning to forget about them through time, but because of what he is doing, kissing me and all that. Really, I believe that he already kissed me several times and all of them without my consent. Surely, I liked more the timid and weak him from the past than what he is today. I really wanted to leave this house, but I don't have any other choice as I don't want to trouble my parents who are working to give me a bright future. Also, this could affect the relationship between my parents and his if I tell them whatever it was that is happening at this house, notwithstanding the fact that he could really be disowned this time around.

Author's Note: I guess this shows the reason why you need to lock your door.