Say I love you

07

- "Uh... I'm not sure, but I agree with Ethan, a poem is a nice idea," I stammered.A distinct chuckle drew my attention to Bradley, nonchalantly leaning on the table, supporting his face with his hand: - "You might get blocked if you choose that option. Just send him a photo of your abs, if you have any. Girls love that."My phone vibrates in my pocket at just the right moment, drawing curious glances my way. I give them an embarrassed smile before nonchalantly rising from my chair, taking care to politely inform them that I'm going to answer this important call. As I start wandering around the house, looking for a quiet place to talk to my mother without being disturbed by the deafening music in the background, my eyes land on a majestic staircase rising towards infinity. A sigh of relief escapes me as I take off, climbing the steps two by two with feline agility.Once at the top of the stairs, I find myself facing a mysterious corridor where two imposing doors face each other. Without hesitation, I enter the one I assume to be Jordan's bedroom, then slip into the bathroom to answer my mother's long-awaited call."Hello Mom?" my voice echoes softly in the room."Ah, right. How long are you planning to stay there? A couple of weeks? All right, noted,".I hang up abruptly and let myself slide against the bathroom door, barely holding back my tears that threaten to spill. The rare moments spent with my mother can be counted on the fingers of one hand. She's constantly away, never there when I need her. At this point in my life, ignoring her absence isn't as simple as it used to be. Despite my best efforts to convince myself otherwise, the emptiness left by her absence is growing ever heavier. I sometimes wonder if she really loves me, as her affection often boils down to luxury gifts, tokens of her success as a renowned stylist.Suddenly seized by an urge, I unzip my pants and sit down on the toilet, letting my bladder empty. A sigh of relief escapes me once I've finished, and I pull up my pants, letting my mind wander in the meanders of my tormented thoughts.As I heave a weary sigh, I struggle to make my way out of the bathroom, emerging slowly into the adjoining room. My footsteps echo faintly on the tiled floor as I prepare to head down the corridor to the staircase. Suddenly, my hearing picks up a subtle noise, drawing my attention. My head instinctively turns towards the room opposite me, whose door is ajar, letting out indistinct sounds.My heart races in my chest as the door opens further, as if driven by an invisible force. Frozen in place, I hold my breath with difficulty as I realize with horror that the noises coming from the room are moans. Hesitant to disturb the intimacy of these people, I'm about to turn back, but a voice suddenly calls out, chilling my blood and freezing my body in place: - Jordan, faster, please.I turn around slowly to face the door, my breath coming in sharp gasps as my eyes land on Jordan and the mysterious girl sitting on his lap. The sight before me is both shocking and captivating. The young woman, her dress hiked up to her waist, revealing part of her body delicately curved on the bed in a suggestive doggy-style position, is jolted by Jordan's violent loins. The moans escaping from his mouth fill the room with palpable tension.A mixture of unhealthy curiosity and guilt overcomes me as I freeze in place, unable to look away from this intimate, forbidden scene. My heart beats wildly in my chest, while my mind is assailed by a whirlwind of contradictory emotions. An inner voice whispers to me that I shouldn't be witnessing this private moment, yet I stand there motionless, absorbed by this disturbing spectacle.As my eyes remain riveted, absorbed by the scene unfolding before my eyes, a hand suddenly rests on my shoulder. A shiver of apprehension runs down my spine, my heart pounding in my chest. Slowly, I turn around, dreading to discover the face of the person who has surprised me in this moment of involuntary voyeurism.- "J-je..." stammered I, feeling my heart race as I came face to face with him.- "Does it turn you on to watch people f**k?" he blurts out in a nonchalant tone, arching an eyebrow, his piercing gaze cutting right through me. His imposing stature and natural assurance make me seem insignificant in his eyes, like a common insect he can crush with a simple gesture.- "I don't know what you're talking about!" I replied hastily, trying to hide my confusion as I moved away from the half-open door to escape the sight of Jordan and his girlfriend. Bradley's slow, ponderous footsteps echoed behind me, however, underscoring his imposing presence.- "You haven't answered my question. Does it turn you on to watch people f**k?" he repeats, his casual tone accentuating my growing unease.- "I don't know what you're talking about," I articulate with difficulty, my words getting lost in my knotted throat. I feel his presence weighing on me, as if the devil himself is chasing me through the meanders of my thoughts, urging me to flee as if my life depended on it.A hoarse laugh pierces the silence of the corridor as I no longer hear his footsteps behind me. Curiosity prompts me to turn my head in his direction, and just as I'd imagined, he stops, casually shoves his hands in his pockets, then starts walking towards me again phlegmatically: - Funny, you don't look like a perverted girl.I blushed furiously, nervously dancing from one foot to the other:- I'm not.- So is voyeurism your thing?- No... I wasn't spying on them... the door was... open.A mocking laugh escapes him: - And you expect me to believe that?- It doesn't matter, I don't have to answer to you.I'm about to turn my back on him, but he stops me by articulating serenely:- Does Jordan know you're drooling over him?I don't answer him, content to keep a straight face, but he continues in the same persnickety tone: - You've got photos of him on your computer that he doesn't even know exist... "- And, damn it, I swear that if you tell him, I'll sue you for computer hacking.- And me for harassment. I'm sure the cops would be interested to know you're stalking people. It makes you wonder if you don't have a naked picture of him.- Ah, shut up!", I mooed, annoyed.Bradley chuckled, his mocking gaze settling on me as he slowly moistened his lips, leaving a teasing suspense in the electricity-charged air.- How long have you been in love with him?" he asks, a wry smile on his lips, trying to unravel the mystery surrounding my feelings.- T-two years," I replied, my voice trembling slightly, betraying an emotion I'd held in for too long. And that was the last straw. Bradley bursts out laughing, a mocking laugh that echoes around the room, shaking his body with uncontrollable spasms. Then, suddenly, his expression becomes more serious, his gaze plunging into mine with a disturbing intensity.- s**t, what are you, 15?" he says, mixing mockery and disbelief, before being interrupted by an annoyed sigh from me, who retorts with a hint of annoyance: "f**k you!"- But seriously, you're cute and all, but..." He pauses, staring at me critically, his gaze sweeping up and down my appearance with disarming directness ."But I don't think Jordan would be interested in a girl who still wears Hello Kitty panties," he finally blurts out, pointing out an embarrassing detail I hadn't noticed. Instinctively, I look down at my pants, realizing with horror that I'd forgotten to zipper them up. My face flushes instantly, betraying my embarrassment in a bright red glow that contrasts with the gravity of the situation.