Distilled

Chapter 9

Two days after the wedding, Susana returned from her trip. She went to meet Michael and the two left. I was in my room putting moisturizer on my hands. She had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing a dark blue nightgown. I heard a car coming up, and since everyone was already home, I assumed it was Michael. I didn't hear Susana's voice. I finished packing my bag and went downstairs to get a glass of water. I could never sleep early, so I was always thirsty in the middle of the night. I arrived in the kitchen and drank the glass of water, suddenly I hear weird footsteps, I looked back and Michael was destroyed. He was drunk, that was obvious. And with a bleeding brow. I freaked out at the time but tried to show serenity. I slowly approached the brunette in front of me.

-Hi Mike. You're not doing well, huh. Tell me what happened?” I asked, grabbing his shoulder and putting one of his arms over me.

-I had a little drink. Today was a very difficult day, you know. Susana got me drunk. She cheated on me and got me drunk. Does Susana know? A tall blonde and full of herself.

-I know, now don't worry, I'll take care of you.

- We climbed the stairs and I took him to my bathroom. I took off his clothes and left him only in his underwear. I turned on the shower and told him to get in. He took a step forward and nearly fell, holding on to the shower's Blindex.

-Oops. - he said laughing at me. I went into the shower with him and let the water fall on his head. I bathed him because he reeked of booze. I had never seen Michael like this, I felt sorry for him in that state.

After the shower, I sat him on the toilet and grabbed the first-aid kit I had in the closet. I sewed up Michael's eyebrow and put a bandage on. While he was airborne in the bathroom, I went to his room and grabbed a pair of pajamas. I came back and put it on. When I was going to pull him to his room he looked at me.

-Let's go to your room, you need to rest.

-I don't want to sleep there, please. Not there.

-All right. All right, calm down.

I laid him down on my bed and he snuggled in instantly, like a cat. I went back to the bathroom to take another shower, because I was smeared with blood. I put on another nightgown and lay on my other side. Michael pulled me up and trapped me in his arm. I was paralyzed. He didn't try anything else, just rested his chin on my hair, muttered a word I think was "strawberry" and fell asleep. After a while his body relaxed and he began to purr. I calmed my breathing and soon after, I also fell asleep.