Mi Carino

I can’t remember how quickly the meal passed; it seemed like only an instant. The next thing I knew, I was collecting my coat from the stool and being hugged goodbye.

“Do come and visit again. It was very nice meeting you.” I smiled and nodded, shrugging into my coat and doing it up tightly.

“Wulf, do behave yourself won’t you.” I smiled again as he winced and nodded to his father.

Once in the car, I turned to look at him, frowning.

“How could you do that to me! I had to meet your freaking parents without any time to get used to it and to top it all off, you had me do it in a skirt! Señor Chase I would appreciate it greatly if you took me home now.”

“Mi cariño…”

“Madre di dios! For once, just do as I ask Señor, please!”

“Mi cariño…”

“Bobo señor… Take me home now!”

“Mi cariño, please calm down…”

“Señor, just take me home.” I turned away from him and faced the window. If he could do that to me, well, god knows what else he would do.

Once in the car park of my apartment, I slid from the car, being careful not to slam the door.

“Alenjandro, wait…”

“Goodbye señor.”

“Alenjandro please… are you coming to work on Monday?”

“Si señor, don’t worry, I won’t come anywhere near you.”

“Alenjandro… mi cariño… They wanted to meet you. I didn’t think you’d react like this. Why are you so upset?”

“How could you do that to me? I was wearing a bloody skirt. Madre di dios… you bastardo…” My voice trailed off as I felt something wet trickle down my cheek. I turned and ran into the apartment building, fleeing from Wulfric.

Please god; don’t let him see my tears…

Please don’t let him have seen…

Please god…

I slammed my door behind me and ran for the bedroom, throwing myself down on my bed, pulling the pillow over my head.

“Qué demonios estas haciendo Alenjandro? ¡vete a paseo! mejor vete al diablo! no lo sé!”

The pillow was pulled away from me and I found myself face to face with Wulfric.

“Mi cariño? Come now… no need to cry…”

“¡Chinga tu madre!” I screamed at him, snatching the pillow back from him and turning away from him, hugging my pillow to my chest, pulling my knees up, cradling my pillow in the curve of my body. I knew he hadn’t left because I hadn’t heard the door close behind him.

“Mi cariño, I know it was awkward, but if I had told you, you wouldn’t have come, would you?” His voice sounded so sincere and level as if this wasn’t upsetting him. How could he be so calm?

“¡Que se joda! vete a la mierda!” I refused to even look at him. I heard him sink down to sit beside me on the bed. His hand rested on my shoulder.

~*~

He looked so small and frail curled up on his bed like that. I longed to draw him into my arms, but I doubted he’d welcome my touch at that moment.

“Mi cariño… please, tell me what’s wrong.” I vaguely understood Spanish and I could guess, by the ferocity of the words he was speaking that he was swearing at me.

“Go away! Leave me in peace… I don’t want to talk to you… oh god just go aw-…” His voice cracked painfully. I hated to hear the pain in his voice.

“Please mi cariño, please. Tell me what has upset you.” It was at that point that he rolled over to face me and my heart broke.

His face was make-up and tear smeared, black smears all over his cheeks. It was the expression in his eyes that scared me. His eyes were empty. Completely empty. Broken-like empty. Tears welled up like clear crystal, rolling down the stained skin. He looked so fragile, pale skin and haunted eyes.

“Mi cariño… ah mi cariño, please calm down.” I lay down beside him, drawing him, in all his tear stained wonder, into my arms, letting him cry against my skin.

“Wulf? Just go away… please just leave…” His voice quivered like that of a younger boy’s breaking voice. I smiled when he wasn’t looking at me, imagining him at that age with all the awkwardness that accompanied it.

“I can not leave you like this, mi cariño. Please… what have I done?” At that moment, when his empty weeping eyes met my gaze, I despised myself for what I had put him through.

“Mi cariño, let me repent for the pain I have caused… I can not let myself go after causing you such pain.” I wanted to do whatever I had to, so that the look in his eyes would never appear again. His small frame emphasised his frailty. The mini skirt exposed the slender legs, the mesh top showing his entire upper torso, where some of his ribs could be seen as his chest rose with his breathing.

“Wulf… hold me… kami-sama… Watashi no kokoro ga kowareru… I ache Wulf… inside I ache!” He pressed his hands against his chest and I felt the pain lance through my heart as I held him tighter to my chest, hoping that somehow my presence would make up for a tiny part of the pain I had caused.

He fell asleep in my arms. I worried about the fact that his door was unlocked, but at least I had shut it behind me when I followed him in here. I made to leave him in his bed, but the instant I started to gently unwrap him from around me, he made distressed noises in his sleep. I sighed, kicked my shoes off and drew him close, wrapping the comforter around us as best I could. He’d be over warm and restless all night, but I couldn’t get at his boots to remove them for him. He’d probably feel better with them on when he woke up.

~*~

I woke to excruciating pain in my ankles. I drew in a gasping breath of air and pushed up on one elbow, following the line of my body with my eyes. Both my feet were hanging off the end of the bed and one of Wulfric’s feet was resting on my ankle. The weight of his foot along with the weight of the boots were pulling my feet towards the ground, putting undue stress on my ankles, which was the reason behind the pain I felt at the moment.

“Wulf…” I gently shoved at his shoulder, trying to wake him. He shifted and tightened an arm around my waist.

“Wulf!” I shoved harder, hoping for him to wake up. He shifted and rolled back a little, his foot lifting from my ankles. I sighed and shoved up, gingerly drawing my legs up towards me, so that I could reach the laces of my boots. As I unlaced them, blood rushed back through my ankles and I gave a small cry of pain.

“Mi cariño?” Wulf’s voice was sleep-laden and hesitant.

“My ankles are painfully numb.” I gave a deprecating laugh as I wrestled with the laces to finally get one boot undone. I slid it off gingerly, wincing when pain lanced through my foot and calf. I still had the other boot to go.

“Let me.” Wulf slid from the bed and was soon kneeling at the foot. I smiled slightly as he reached for the laces of my remaining boot. Once it was on the floor with its carelessly thrown mate, Wulf rejoined me on the bed, yawning and stretching.

“Better mi cariño?” I nodded and drew the comforter back over the bed properly, crawling between the sheets. I loved the feel of the blankets weighing me down. I had six blankets and the comforter overtop of my sheets. Wulfric looked a little confused.

“Need more sleep. Promise not to molest me and I’ll share my bed with you.” His smile was warming as he nodded. I lifted the covers and waited as he scrambled around, scampering between the covers.