HIS FANTASY ** COMPLETED BOOK 1

THE HEAT

He opened the door and hurriedly went outside with the empty and sad look that had left the house. I was also shocked, as if a huge explosion had occurred. When Pete reached the road opposite our house, he turned again.

After that, there was total silence; a long, excruciating pause stretched for minutes. I remained standing in the living room, helpless, facing the window, looking at Pete outside, and waving at him to leave. He listened to me as soon as he left the street and smiled at me. I closed the door and walked upstairs to see what had fallen and broken upstairs. As I climbed up my mom's door opened right into her bedroom and asked, "What is that sound?"

We've both been battered.

"The wind was so strong that's why it fell," I replied. I went back down to get something to use and to clear the area. I heard my mom's door close, I knew she had ignored what she saw, and I was the one who cleaned the floor.

After the small talk, Pete left for his basketball practice at school. Mom returned to her room to sleep again. Then the two was replaced by my gossipy friend, who came home.

"Am I hearing about you and Pete, right?"

Anne wanted to clarify after I told her about my status with Pete. I'm ashamed to tell her, but she needs to know. Only the two of us know each other's secrets.

"Gosh, are you sure of him? Remember, he is gay." Anne, remind me again.

"Yeah, I know," I said.

"And the gay thing is... did he tell you that?"

"Pete didn't tell me about that private topic for now, but he promised to be serious with me," I explained.

"It's crucial to prioritize your well-being and emotional health, so take your time before fully trusting someone, even if you are in a relationship with him, but let me remind you, girl, don't give your trust to him right away, except if you are already married to him. I'm sick of drinking alcohol at the bar; it makes me sick if I get drunk again with you, crying," Anne explained.

"I understand. So how are you with Johnny?" I asked her, as I also wanted to know their status.

"We're fine, he is with Benny now, working on their project together."

"OK, if you don't have anything to say, you should leave now," I told Anne.

"What? I wanted to stay here for a while now," Anne said, but I pulled her out of our house.

"We have more time to talk at school, but now I need some space," I said. Anne has a deep understanding of the situation, grasping the nuances effortlessly. She is familiar with my thoughts and feelings, showing a level of intimacy and connection. I feel comfortable and secure, knowing that I have the freedom to express myself fully while working on my novel.

"Fine, see you tomorrow!" She said.

"Tomorrow"

As I closed the door, I didn't expect that mom would hear what Anne and I were talking about.

"Who is that guy?"

I was confused about how to handle this kind of situation-if mom would get angry with me or what.

"Ahh, Mom, he is a good guy at school. His name is Pete," I said as I put a plate on the table.

"Are you sure about this guy?" she asked. She sat at the table and waited for me to serve the food.

"He made a promise; he wouldn't do anything to break our relationship, unlike Dad."

"Your dad and I separated in such a way that we have to find our true happiness. Sheila, listen to me. I love your dad. That's why I want him to be happy," Mom said with sincerity in her voice.

"But how about me? He made a promise that he wouldn't leave us. I do not insist on that!" I insisted.

"Sweetie listened. There are times when I think maybe we are not destined for each other. It hurts, but I have to move on. I have to be strong because I have a beautiful angel like you." Mom says

"Your kind enough to say that, Mom. I know some couples fighting each other; they separated, but now one of them has returned home because they love their family, especially the kids. Why can't Dad even visit us once in a while?"

Mom sighed. I know she could not answer that. She has never had contact with my dad since he left.

"Let's eat, sweetie," she said. Then we started our lunch.

I don't have a class today. Mom left our home by 2:00 p.m. Then she returned home by 11:00 in the evening. When I'm left alone, that's when I'm doing my part-time job. This evening I decided to cook a favorite dish for mom. A tuna salad mixed with white onions. When I was done cooking, my phone rang. Pete called me this time.

"Are you busy?"

"No, I just finished cooking dinner," I said.

"Can I come in?"

"Huh? Are you outside again?" I walked to the door and opened it. My cheeks blushed seeing his black cheeks wearing black leather jackets and shorts as he stood right in front of our door.

"Are you going somewhere?" I asked, while I invited him to the living room.

"No, I just want to see you before I go to bed tonight."

"You want cold water or juice?"

"Your juice is enough for me." I hear it clearly.

"Huh?" I glanced at him.

"I mean, I want a glass of juice. Thanks."

Luckily, he corrected my dirty-minded mind. I smiled right after I turned to the kitchen.

I returned to the living room, bringing the glass of juice. He managed to hold my hand while holding the glass on the table filled with juice. I thought he was thirsty and wanted to drink immediately, but I was wrong. He meant it to get my attention, and that's when I looked at him. We stared at each other for a while; I don't know why, but I froze in his eyes like ice until I felt his lips on mine.