Bloody Weekend

Chapter 9

"Graciela wants me to be her model. Can Peter ?"

"What ?"

" Yes tomorrow morning I'm going to his apartment. "

"What does he want ?"

Peter was not happy. Thankfully Natasha didn't know. He looks very happy. Peter suspects that Graciela just wants to do good to Natasha. Maybe Natasha once told Graciela about being a model.

Fifteen days later, Graciela proudly showed a painting of a woman.

The painting is good, made with a very heart. The painting shows the other side of Natasha. And he was very happy because of that.

"It's so beautiful Peter."

"Is that Graciela's painting?"

"This is indeed very different from other Graciela works. But I think it's really good."

Peter silence. He chooses not to speak out for fear of ruining Natasha's happiness. But the next day when she met Graciela it was in her talk.

"Why did you make Natasha's painting ?"

With a slow tone . Graciela said

"I think it's good. Natasha was also very happy. "

"Of course he feels happy . He was unable to distinguish which works of art are good with children's artwork.

"That's not a bad painting at all Peter."

"Usually you don't like doing things like that..."

Suddenly he saw something that made his words stop

"This is ?"

"This is my latest painting. I named her the Worship Woman "

Graciela looked at Peter. Peter's eyes suddenly glared. He was angry at Graciela.

"So that's why you asked Natasha to be your model?"

"I don't think you'll find out. "

"Of course I know. All of it is here. "

Graciela nodded her head

"Yes right, everything I want is there. Eyes that look expectantly. Bungling."

"No, I won't let you bother Natasha."

"Quiet Peter. Natasha won't know. I'm pretty sure he didn't even know that this painting was a reflection of him. It could be anyone."

"But I know it's him."

"Yes of course you know. You're different. You know everything. "

"Dump the painting Graciela. I won't let you have it."

"That's what you think it is"

"Can't you feel it. Where's your usual sensitivity?"

With a slow tone. Graciela said

"You don't understand Peter.. You don't know what it means to have something. Seeing hopeful eyes. The head looked down like it was begging. I've been seeing him all the time in Natasha. And I want her. And I finally got her. "

"You're inhuman "

"Maybe so. But for me if you want something then take it. "

"You don't mean you care about Natasha's feelings."

"You are heartless."

"Try to think well. Is it possible Natasha will recognize herself in this painting."

Peter stared again at the painting lazily. After he noticed it was true then he was interested. The painting is like a devotee. With eyes shining expectantly. He worshipped the invisible god.

"It's so terrible Graciela. "

Graciela goosebumps

"Yes, I think so too."

In a harsh tone Peter said

"Who is he? Who is the god in his puja ?"

With doubt Graciela replied

"It looks like he's looking at you Peter."

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In the dining room Rudy the boy said something again.

"Dinosaur fossils and eggs are usually found in very deep places in the ground."

He looked at his mother with hope. But he wasn't expecting much. Parents always disappoint their children.

"Did mama know?"

"No dear."

"Mom can read it from a book."

The statement is very simple and there is a truth to it. But hidden tone annoyed Rudy.

But Natasha did not notice the upset tone of her son. He's trapped in his own world. Ever since he woke up in the morning he was worried and confused that the day he was going to spend the weekend at the Cavendish family home he was afraid of.

Living in The Blossom has always been a nightmare for him. He always felt sad and sad. Mrs Cavendish always jumps when she talks. His mind could not follow him. He always tried to be kind to her, speech that was not so clear. He was the one who scared her the most.

But the others are no different either. They all scared him. For Natasha this was something she had to bear for Peter.

Because that morning when he woke up in the morning Peter had said with a happy tone like a child.

"I'm so happy because today we're going to go out of town this will be his good entertainment for you. "

Natasha could only smile wryly and said in a forced tone

"It's gonna be fun. "

With great sadness he was his room. Pink wall coating paper with red line, white wardrobe with gold decoration, dressing table with teak wood glass slightly dewy, brown carpet like soil. All the items that could calm him down would be seen again two days later.

And tomorrow morning, a servant will go into his foreign room, bring a tray of tea and put it on the table. Pull the window curtains so that sunlight can enter. Folding and cleaning Natasha's nightgowns. That made Natasha feel bad. He would just lie down on his bed and let it happen.

And to comfort himself he will say in his heart

"Live one more day. "

Natasha has never had a happy adolescence at school. He always felt insecure, moody and always tried to avoid his friends.

At home, it was much more fun. But sometimes it also feels sad because of the presence of her brother Natasha. Bad comments are often made by his brothers. Because his brother is much more deft and smarter than him.

They'll say "Let's do Natasha's work quickly." Or "Why are you so slow as soy alone."

"Let's forget Natasha, she can't be expected."

They do not realize that such words are increasingly making him become slow, more stupid and rigid. And getting more confused.

Until one day he got something. He's got a way out. He became more stupid and slower. And if they say

"Why are you still so stupid and clueless. "