Scent
1070 Words
(Jousett)
The moment I was hit by that guy, pain erupted through my body and a scream left me, but I felt my body work like it had before healing whatever injury I had. I tried to stop the scream from leaving my lips, but there was no stopping it. I had never felt pain like that, but as soon as my body healed me, I had to quickly make up a lie and I felt like s**t lying to Mr. Kyle. Now I was sitting at the kitchen table finishing my homework. I couldn’t get Mr. Kyle out of my head or the small electric shocks that I felt when he touched me. I have no idea what that means but everything in me wants to be near him now. I finish my homework and put my stuff back in my bag. I then put my backpack in my room before coming back down to see if mom needed help with dinner.
“Mom, do you need help with dinner?” I asked my mom.
“Oh no, mi corazon. Dinner is in the oven. It will be done in about thirty minutes,” she replied.
“Okay, I’m going to go for a quick walk,” I told her, and headed out for a walk trying to clear my head. I walked towards the park and sat down. As I sat there, my mind drifted back to Mr. Kyle. Why do I keep thinking about him? Why do I feel like I want - no not want, I need to be near him? Why do I feel like I'm thirsty when I'm close to him? I mean, I understand needing water, but it didn't feel like that. It was like my body craved something from him and his scent... God, his scent is something that I crave now. Suddenly, I felt like I was being watched. I looked around, but I didn’t see anyone. Yet, I could still feel like I was being watched, and it made my skin crawl, so I decided to go back home. When I got home, dad was already there.
“Hi dad,” I smiled and hugged him before kissing his cheek. They are Puerto Ricans, and I was raised as one. We always kiss our family or friends on the cheek, even those we're just getting to know. Oh, when we have parties, or it's close to the holidays, I swear Puerto Ricans know how to throw a party. I love the food, the music, their culture, and just everything that makes them... them. Oh, and they have this drink called pitorro (kind of like moonshine). Last year, dad gave me some to try. I had one that's tamarind and one that's passion fruit. Man, they were incredibly good but so strong.
“Hey princess, how was your first day in the new school?” dad asked.
“It was good. I played lacrosse, but since I was the only girl, I was hit hard by one of the guys. My substitute teacher, Mr. Kyle dropped me off at home to make sure I was going to be okay,” I told dad. Mom told dad about her meeting Mr. Kyle and how he behaved and that hopefully he would join us soon for dinner, so dad could meet him.
“But are you okay princess? Do you feel any pain?” dad asked. Dad has always been very protective of me.
“No, I don't feel any pain. I’m fine dad,” I assured him, and he smiled.
“That, my tough girl,” he said and I grinned. For dinner, we had lasagna, garlic bread, and lemonade. For dessert, we had some apple pie and mom set another piece aside for Mr. Kyle for me to take to him to school tomorrow. After dinner, I cleaned the kitchen and got that feeling that I was being watched again. First the park and now here at the house. I discretely moved around and made sure the doors and the windows were all locked before turning off the light to the kitchen and going to my room. I grabbed my pajamas and went to the bathroom to shower. I washed my body and I shaved all the places I needed to shave, like my legs, under my arms, and p***y, then washed my body two more times, making sure all the hair was off my body.
I rolled my shoulder where I was hit and something broke, but, like always, I healed very quickly. I don’t feel any pain at all; it’s like it never happened. I turn off the shower and towel dry myself. I then put on my underwear and my pajamas, before walking towards my parents' room and knocked on their door. I knew dad was tired.
“Come in princess,” dad said. I opened the door and smiled.
“I just wanted to say goodnight.” I smiled and kissed his cheek and gave him a hug, then did the same with mom.
“Good night, mi Corazon,” mom smiled, and kissed my forehead before I walked out of their room and went to my room. I put on my air Pods and listen to some music on my phone while I play a game on my phone. After a while, I got bored. I plugged in my phone and went to bed.
During the night I caught a weird scent. It smelled like iron, sweet, but also a bit rotten. The smell made me sit up in my bed. I got up and followed the scent. I walked all the way to the kitchen, and it was coming from the back door. I reached for the knob, but I stopped. Something told me not to open it, so I stepped back and. The smell was getting stronger, and I could hear breathing from the other side of the door. I took another step back and thought about telling my parents, but I didn't know how I could explain it. Maybe I could say I heard a noise, but what if dad goes outside and gets hurt? I decided not to tell him and instead headed back to my room and stayed up the rest of the night with 9 1 1 on my phone in case someone tries to break in.
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