I pulled over. She unlocked her seatbelt and turned toward me. She was wearing a black skirt and a light blue shirt, accompanied with black stockings and a pair of black shoes. Her hands were on her skirt.
“Tell me what you want to see.” It was an unbelievable move. Was it a blast? Was it a tactic? I didn’t know. I just knew that she was capable of doing anything to make her opponent miserable.
“Are you crazy or something? How could you think that I want to see your…” I couldn’t complete the sentence, which was a mistake.
“What? You want to see my what?” She didn’t look angry to me. She was playing with me.
I didn’t reply to her. I looked at the dashboard avoiding eye contact with her.
“Just behave like a real man. Tell me what you want to see and I will show anything to you.” She repeated it slowly.
“Nothing,” I could say finally. “I want to see nothing. OK?” I looked at her again in the eyes.
She did nothing but look at me for a minute. Then she shrugged her shoulders and said “Your loss. Drive us home.”
When we were back on the road she murmured, “Chicken.”
I ignored what she said and kept driving. She reclined her seat and informed me she was going to sleep. When I looked at her side after some time, I saw her skirt had been pulled up revealing her legs almost completely. I wasn’t sure if it was a game but I couldn’t help myself to look at her legs again and again. She was at such a position that I was able to see her panties underneath. Nothing else happened until we got home.
It came to my mind to drop her at home and to leave immediately. I said it to her without believing it. I thought I wanted to make her angry but I didn’t know why. She immediately protested and said, “You are acting immaturely. You will stay here tonight. You can leave in the morning if you want.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“What am I doing?”
“You are always manipulating and trying to control people. For example, Dad.”
“Don’t remind me of him again! I am extremely sick of him and his family. He has never been a …” She left it uncompleted but I knew what she was going to say. She looked angry to me. “Are you coming?” She asked.
I followed her through the doorway.
Once we were in, she informed me she was going to change her clothes and moved toward the stairs and added, “I will leave the door open.”
It wasn’t a joke. I knew that. It was done to embarrass me further. So I murmured back, “Bitch.”
She stopped just for a moment and then resumed going upstairs. She heard it I thought, but I didn’t care.
I started to think what happened since the gathering that made me angry immediately. It wasn’t me who she could manipulate. I wasn’t that weak. The fact was the opposite indeed. She was right that my father was a weak person. She might also be right that he had never been a man to her. But this wouldn’t be my fault. She had no right to play with me. ‘She had to pay’ I said it to myself. ‘She had to pay,’ repeated the devil inside me. I was real angry. I went upstairs quickly.
The door was open as she said. She was that confident that I wouldn’t follow her, I thought. But she was wrong and I was at the bedroom doorway watching her. She had just taken her skirt off and was unbuttoning her shirt.