I cry and cry, I clench my teeth because of the helplessness and despair I feel right now, I try to assimilate what just happened, I still can't get to the idea that he is no longer here.
“You should take a bath, be alone,” says Attew, interrupting our silence.
—I know, but where—my gaze falls on his.
With his hands he wipes away the few tears that fall down my face, he smiles. “You could do all that at my house, it's very close,” he murmurs.
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
We walk slowly to disappear from all the people we meet, more continue to arrive, the news spread too quickly; We get to the car, I turn around to take a look at my house, I huff and look at the sky, now my father is watching over me, I know I have the best angel of all, I get inside and Harry, out of respect, turns off the radio, leaving the car completely silent, I think once and a thousand times if what they told him about John triggered his illness even more, I feel guilty, I tremble with despair if only they had not told him he would still be alive, Harry puts his hand on my back and rubs it.
"Don't worry, your father is in a better place," he says.
“I miss him,” I say, looking at him.
They were the first and only words we exchanged, perhaps Harry didn't know how to tell me the right words to make me feel relieved and preferred to remain silent, without further ado he parked the car, his house is beautiful, low tones on the facade of his house, Harry inserted the key on the handle and without further ado I push it to gain access and enter. The furniture is very refined, the living room is a chocolate tone, it looks so cozy that I'm dying to go to bed.
On my left hand are the stairs, the handle is copper-colored and the steps are the beige color of a marble floor.
“The bathroom is in a few minutes,” he says, interrupting.
"Yes, of course," I nod and don't take my eyes off the details of the house.
—Upstairs there is a bathroom where you can bathe—he comments.
I climb the steps behind him, 15 steps, I can't have counted them myself, the top is more beautiful than I imagined, there are more than 6 rooms, the doors are wood-colored except for one that was colored white, intrigued I approach and place my hand on the handle, I try to open it but it is impossible, apparently he put a lock on it, which will be there so that it can be closed. Relieved, I quickly slipped away and got behind him again, we entered a room, on my right side the television is built into the gray wall and on my left hand is the bed. Whoever you know touched the blankets and they are rigid just like in a hotel.
—This will look like a hotel, especially because of the sheets —rio
—If I have thought the same thing, I need to change certain things, but I never have time—Emphasizes
—Maybe I could help you later—I smiled, I want to keep my mind busy with something and there is no better way than this.
"I'd love to, come, I'll show you the bathroom." His gaze falls on me.
The opening looks very elegant and is too large, I notice the most striking details of the place, the lemon green tile. Harry stands in front of me and carefully opens the shower to mediate the water, I get out of there and get ready to take off my clothes for when he tells me to go into the bathroom.
“Julia, you can get in now,” Matthew shouts from inside.
"I'll be right there," I say as I headed towards where he was.
Harry looks at me and sees that I'm only wearing my lilac thong, and with my hands I cover my breasts before him, he looks at me from bottom to top and I immediately feel uncomfortable in his presence but I try not to notice it. I take a few more steps and his hands rest on my shoulders.
"I'm sorry for what my father did to you, I never imagined I would be capable of doing something so low," he hesitates.
—It's not your fault that he is that way, only he knows why he is that way and why he hurt me—I sob.
"I'll see to it that they put him back in prison so that he never sees the light of the sun again," he murmured.
"Can I bathe with you?" he asks hesitantly and senses in his mind that my answer will be no.
I think about it for a few minutes—Of course you can—he murmured.
"I'll come right now, in the meantime, get involved," he says.
The hot water falls over my body, I sigh as I feel the drops on my skin, a comforting sensation, suddenly I feel hands on my waist, but he immediately removes them and takes the soap and the scrubber to make foam with them.
—Voltéate— demands.
I do what he tells him and he begins to rub the sponge over my shoulders, washing me very slowly. He immediately slides over my hips, cleaning them, but I begin to feel uncomfortable.
“Stop,” I murmur.
"Okay, I respect your decision," he says, handing me the scouring pad.
"Thank you for respecting my decisions," he stated.
"I was thinking, if we go to New York this weekend," he emphasizes, "it's better that you leave here for a while."
"Yes, that's fine," I say as I remove the soap from my body, "but who will be in charge of the company and the lawsuit?"
—Don't worry, we can take care of it while in New York, and leave the lawsuit to my lawyer, he will take care of the entire process.
Without saying more I leave the bathroom and grab the same clothes I was wearing, but now what underwear will I put on, I had the bra on one side but the underwear was not <<Damn>> I think looking for a solution to my problem
"Here," says Matthew, throwing one of his boxers at me, "they'll look better on you than on me because of that ass you're carrying."
I blush at the last thing he just said and I immediately put on the bright red boxers, Matthew was not wrong, they fit me perfectly and without any effort.
"You should stay the night," he says quickly.
"What?" I ask, not understanding what Matthew just said.
—Stay with me, sleep here tonight, I will forget the world, everyone and I will only stay here
—What do I gain if I stay?
—Breakfast in the morning and we could watch some series on Netflix
—I accept, but not because of everything you've mentioned, I still don't want to go home.