Make You Mine(Redemption 2) - Episode 12

 

 Cheryl:

"I'm awake!" I jump in bed at the shrill sound of my alarm. I yawn widely as I push the button to shut the thing up. I have myself a satisfactory stretch before throwing my legs to the side of the bed to sit up. My windows are closed but the sun behind them tells me it's not as early as my alarm should be ringing. It takes a while for my brain to kick start and I realize I have a morning delivery to make at the restaurant at the end of the street.
"Gosh! What's the time?" I grab the alarm clock and this time, study the time . 8:24am. Damn I'm almost late. When did I get home last night? 12 maybe 1am? I push my feet into my comfy slippers and hurry into the kitchen. I stop short when I notice the dishes I left on the sink before hurrying out to my date last night isn't on the table. I push that to the back of my mind when I notice the stick it note I put on the wall last night isn't there and in its place is a note attached to the wall with a black tape. I grin at the thought of Phillip putting that up as I peel the tape off and take the note down.

THANKS FOR THE FOOD LAST NIGHT. MARVELOUS INDEED IT WAS.

 I smile a big one at that word again. Marvelous

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. I shake my head at my self as I read on.

 SO WHEN I DIDN'T SEE YOU IN THE KITCHEN THIS MORNING WHEN I GOT UP, I HAD TO CHECK YOUR ROOM JUST TO MAKE SURE YOU WERE OKAY.

Okay, pause. I need to swoon at that. Okay, continue.

 ALREADY OFF TO WORK SO DON'T WORRY MUCH.__ P 

Awnnn. He used my words again. I'm beginning to think this is going to be our thing. I had my doubts but I don't think I mind sharing the house with him anymore. I push the note into my pocket before getting on to the task of grabbing the boxed cupcakes I made all through yesterday and bringing them out to the living room for inventory. They all seem to be in the shape I left them yesterday. Boy, am I glad Phillip didn't eat any of them. The way my already few clients  are pulling out on me,  I'm glad I still have this gig. Counting to make sure all thirty were accounted for, I leave them on the table.
 I skip excitedly to my room and shrug on my leggings. I start to put on my cute cat t-shirt before thinking better of it. I need to look good. I'm trying to date Alex at the restaurant and after our date last night, I'm feeling quite hopeful. I quickly take off the leggings and settle for a comfortable sleeveless jumpsuit that doesn't cling to my body. I check the mirror to make sure I don't look over dressed before going back outside to grab the boxes of cupcakes.

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"Cheryl!" The vibrant older woman who manages the restaurant greets me cheerily as I push myself through the door. She doesn't try to help me with the boxes but shows me to one of the table at the far end of the place. There are a few customers eating breakfast already.
"I'm sorry I'm a bit late. I promise I won't miss a second on the next delivery." I say once I drop the boxes on the table. I catch the grimace on her face.
"I'm really sorry Mrs C. Next time I'll__"
"There won't be a next time, Cheryl." I stop short of my words when she drops the words on me.
"What? I'm just a few minutes late. I won't let this happen again Mrs C. I need this job." I feel tears sting the back of my eyes in frustration and I sniff them back.
"That's not it. The news is everywhere, Cheryl. I can't lose my customers because of your carelessness." I stare confused at her before my mind connects the dots.
"You heard about the cockroach incident." I say quietly and she nods. She actually looks a bit sad for me.
"I've been supplying you for months already Mrs C. On discounts. There's been nothing of that sort. Ever. You are going to join them to take my passion from me?" She sighs tiredly and look away from me for a few seconds.
"I like you, Cheryl. You know that." She says.
"But that's not enough." I say shakily. She nods slowly.
"I'm sorry Cheryl."
"Yeah me too." I grab my boxes from the table and notice people looking at me. I blink back tears and push forward. My eyes stray briefly towards the back of the restaurant but Alex is no where to be found. Did he know? That I was going to lose this job and he didn't say anything to me last night at the restaurant?
 I manage to pull the door open and maneveur myself and the cakes out the door only to come face to face with Alex.
"Cheryl I__" I really don't want to hear his excuse. I push past him and walk on.
"Hey." His hand clamp around my arm before I can take more steps and he pulls me to face him.
"Cheryl I__" his hand comes up and I can't help it, I flinch. I hear him growl and let go of my arm. I take steps away from him.
"This is why I could not really talk to you at the restaurant last night!" He snaps and my head snaps up to meet his gaze.
"What do you mean? We talked." I try to keep my voice steady.
"Anytime I lift my hand, you flinch like I'm some monster. I couldn't even touch you. You keep getting jumpy. What's your problem, Cheryl?" I feel insulted by his words and my spine straightens to face him squarely.
"You want to know what my problem is? I just didn't want a man like you, touching me!"
"What do you mean a man like me?!"
"Let's not see each other again, Adam." I purposely say the wrong name to let him know he means nothing to me.
"Well good riddance, freak!" He shouts from behind me. The words pierce my armor but I don't let him see that. I flip him off and storm off down the street. Freak? Maybe I am.
[3/12, 8:35 PM] Ameh Juliet Writer 2: Phillip:

"You better not add to my stress." I growl as I put my key into the lock. Today, it behaves and I push my way into the apartment. It's not fully dark tonight as I make my way inside. The red and blue lights are the only lights on though and it's not enough to see much. It's not yet nine pm but I'm actually thinking if Cheryl has another date.
 I halt in my steps when I hear the silent sound of the television but that's not really why I'm halting and straining my ears to listen. Someone's crying.
"Cheryl?" I start to hurry further into the room and my eyes catch a scene from the movie 'the sun is also a star.'
 Sitting on the couch with a big bowl of ice cream and crying her eyes out is Cheryl. 
"Hey, Cheryl are you okay?" I'm beside her on the couch in a beat and touching her shoulder lightly. She drops the ice cream and lunges herself into my arms faster than I can prepare for her weight. I nearly get slammed to my ass.
"She's so pitiful!" Her wail startles me but confuses me just as much.
"Shhh. That's enough. That's enough. You're not pitiful." I coo into her ear. She pulls away from me at this and looks at me funny. She's no longer crying so I assume I'm doing good in this consoling a crying female thing.
"Me? I meant her! She's the pitiful one!" I follow her pointing finger to the television set and frown.
"You're bawling your eyes out because a character in a movie is pitiful?" I cock my brows at her.
"Well she is! You've not seen the movie so I don't think you can see the reason for my tears." She starts to wipe her face but stops when I speaks.
"I've seen the movie, Cheryl." She stares at me like I have six heads and I shrug nonchalantly. It's no big deal.
"It's a chickflick!" She exclaims and I gasp like I'm offended.
"It so isn't." I argue and grab the ice cream bowl off the ground.
"You're so girly." Cheryl says as I push a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. I complete the look by batting my lashes at her. God, I look ridiculous but I like the sound of her laughter.
"You're ridiculous." She laughs and I kind of see my little sister in her. Like Benedicta is the only one who has seen this part of me in so long.
"What?" Cheryl breaks into my thoughts and I shrug.
"Let's get back to the movie. I like this part." I kick off my shoes and loosen my tie. My body relaxes into the couch and I sigh deeply. This feel so great. When was the last time I watched a movie on an actual television and not my phone, while binging on ice cream?
"Give me some." Cheryl takes my hand and directs the spoon into her mouth. She moans on the spoon, taking my mind to places it really shouldn't be.
"I should get my spoon." I say.
"There's no need for that. Plus you'll miss the interesting part. Here, we'll share. One scoop for you, then one for me." She drops the spoon into the ice cream and I nod, not wanting to make things awkward. If she doesn't mind, I won't as well.
"Well, we can share the couch as well Right?" I pull her legs up and she squeals.
"What are you doing?!"
"Getting comfortable." I drop both her legs to the floor and plop my head on her lap. I nearly swallow my tongue when my head touch bare flesh.
"Hey!" She slaps my shoulder lightly but doesn't push me off so I relax into her and focus on the television.
  A soft moan leaves my mouth when I feel her fingers start to massage my temples.
"Good?" She asks and her fingers stop moving.
"Please, don't stop." I say in a breath and she giggles.
"That sounds dirty on your lips." She laughs it off and I don't let the Phillip who's a freaking sex freak come out and spoil the pleasure her fingers are giving me right now. I just hum my pleasure.
"You seem stressed." She says after a while.
"Work isn't going great. If I could just get one useful client, that'll be great." I say, I can already feel the stress from work creeping up on me again.
"What is it you do again? Stock right?" Cheryl asks, completely surprising me.
"How__"
"Benedicta told me. She talked about you alot."
"She did, didn't she." I say and that's how we fall into a comfortable silence with Cheryl feeding me Ice cream once every few minutes.
 Before the movie ends, Cheryl already cried a gazillion times. The crying must have exhausted her because, about ten minutes before the end of the movie, she dozes off against the couch. I manage to catch the bowl of ice cream slipping off her limp hand.
 I gently place the bowl by the couch and it's my turn to sit up while I place Cheryl on my lap. She mumbles a few words sleepily but doesn't rouse. I let her sleep for the last few minutes of the movie before I turn the TV off and drop the remote.
"Hey. Wake up now. Movie is over." I tap her lightly. She doesn't even move in her sleep.
"Hey!" I raise my voice to get through to her but she only turns her head into an awkward position. She is sleeping like the dead quite frankly.
"Cheryl don't__" I try to right her head on my lap but her face end up on top of my dick and when she growls, the air on the back of my neck stands at the fire shooting up my spine. Damn it!
"Cheryl!" I pull her shoulders up from my wayward privates and she fights me.
"Get off. Let me sleep." I don't even think she's really awake yet. I damn it all to hell before I pull her body into my arms and lift her up. She hums like she's enjoying the ride but my body thinks this is pure torture. I don't even see her like that.

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. Like in a sexual way. She has a boyfriend moreover.
"You better remember this tomorrow morning." I growl at her as I carry her to her bed. I drop her not too gently but she only rouse enough to pull her pillow under her head.
"Goodnight, Bennie." She mumbles and my lips curl up slightly in amusement.
Of course my sister magically grew a dick to this crazy woman.
 I quietly leave her in peace and walk back to the living room. The ice cream bowl is still lying beside the couch and I pick it up on my way to the dining. Yes, I'm hungry. It's past 12 but so what?
 I find boxes of cupcakes on the table and help myself to a few.
 When that doesn't satisfy me, I take my food hunt to the kitchen. My eyes instinctively goes up to the kitchen wall and yeah, I find a post it note waiting for me.

DIDN'T KNOW IF I'LL BE AWAKE WHEN YOU GET BACK. SO HELP YOURSELF TO THE PASTA IN THE MICROWAVE.
OH AND THE CUPCAKES ON THE DINING ROOM TABLE, DON'T EAT TOO MUCH OR YOU MIGHT GET SICK.__ C

 I smile at her insinuation that I'll surely eat from her box of cupcakes. I make my way to the microwave on the kitchen counter and inside, I find a warm plate of pasta. I eat the whole plate standing by the microwave without bothering to go to the dining room. When I'm done, I wash the plates I find in the kitchen before turning off the kitchen light and retiring to bed.