"Just when I think that you cannot be any shallower, you manage to drain the tub a little more, Sarah, making me lose hope in humanity!" Stella hisses disgustedly. Ellie's eyes widen, the shock of her mother's actions and the stab of her words finally manage to penetrate her as the adrenaline is wearing off. She trembles like a leaf, speechless; unable to cry, unable to form a word, unable to stand without support. She doesn't notice the blood seeping down from her neck, lazily coursing over her chest, and disappearing under her black blouse, darkening over her right breast, slowly coagulating. Elissa's gaze is fixed anywhere in the room, but the three of us.
"Shhh..." say softly, holding her hands back. Our proximity is overwhelming. I want to take her grief away and make her forget; make her know that I’m all she needs, all she should want, desire and depend on. I hold her tightly fisted hands; my gaze fixed on her sapphire blues and I slowly lift them up to my lips. I kiss each and every knuckle as if I’m kissing her lips with all the yearning, desire and love I have for her. With each kiss on her knuckles, I feel her tension depart from her body, all the way through her extremities. Her fingers relax and open up. I turn her hands over and kiss her palms. I feel a soft moaning out of her lips. Her lips part, gaze locked on mine, she searches my eyes. I slowly put her hands down and place them on her sides. Reaching up to her face, I dry her cheeks and eyes with my fingers slowly and tenderly. There’s wonder in her eyes.
"You saved me, Mr. Pella...again..." she murmurs and for first time she realizes that she's holding me, Alex Pella and tries to pull back looking at me chagrined and I cock my eyebrows at her quizzically as I hold her arms firmly in place not willing her to let me go. I want her to be intimate with me, not formal. To my relief she amends.