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Pure Obsession (Finn) - Chapter Five

Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

hated myself. I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped the edge of the washbasin hard. All this time I thought I was hurting nobody and yet I had been. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Incoming call. It was my mother. I breathed out a humourless laugh. What was there to say? What did she want to say? Did she want to convince me to stop seeing Alessandra? Her words wouldn’t be enough. I knew that what I’d done was fundamentally wrong and yet I couldn’t lose Alessandra. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me. She gave my life meaning and focus, and in some crazy way, I genuinely loved her. Everybody lied, didn’t they? Lies weren’t such a bad thing. If I told her the truth, she’d think I was a psychopath and maybe I was but so long as she didn’t know it, everything would be fine. The emotions were getting to me. I breathed in and out slowly. Emotions were no good. Emotions made you behave rashly. If I kept on like this, dredging up memories and regrets, I knew I’d probably confess everything I’d ever done to the whole world, and then I’d lose Alessandra. It couldn’t happen. I needed to get a grip. I stared at my reflection, the brown of my irises, the stubble along my jaw, the hair which I’d run my hands through so many goddamn times. The truth wasn’t important. The past wasn’t important. I had to focus on the future. My future was sitting out in the restaurant, probably wondering what the hell had happened to me. I had to act normal. Normal. I could fix things with ... my mother too. Things would be fine. I’d be fine. I took one final glance at myself in the mirror and headed back into the restaurant. *** Dinner passed without excitement. The food was average, the service was average; everything was so average that I felt like even I could do better. “How much money would we even need for a restaurant?” Alessandra asked as we headed into my flat. “I mean, why should it cost so much? All we need is food and pans and a building.” “So rent, which will be crazy high.” I said. And equipment, tables, lighting, signs, menus, gas and electric, water, staff, business rates, tax, advertising, cleaning, music and licenses. It’s loads.” She frowned. “Yeah, but most of it would be due at the end of the month. By which time we’d have made enough to cover it.” “How’d you figure that? We have no guarantee that anyone would come.” “Oh, we can easily sort that. Just call all of our family and friends. If it’s good, it’ll take off.” I dropped down onto the couch. “You make it sound so easy.” “It is easy!” she said. “Why can’t we do it? There’s nothing wrong with us. We’re just as smart as anybody else. And we’re young too. Look, the only thing we’ll have to pay for is kitchen equipment, food and rent. After that, everything will take care of itself.” “And kitchen equipment costs a bomb.” I said. “I’m not trying to be a killjoy but you know… it’s not something we can afford.” She sat down next to me and sighed. “You need to open your mind. Let in some dreams.” ...