Amanti Maledetti Excert 1A Story by Alisha Martin
From the book I'm working on.
I followed Ella obediantly as the hostess led her. The smell of mexican food swarmed the air and smothered my face. Senseless chatter was dull in my ears as I took my seat next to Max. She smiled and gave me a tight hug. Our waitress suddenly materialized out of a crowd of people, pen and pad in hand.
"Hey guys, we doin' good tonight?" She asked, popping her gum and smiling wide. Our chorus of 'yeah's' was less than pathetic.
"What'll we have to drink, then?" We fell silent a moment, until Emile dictated that Iced Tea was suitable for all. She recorded this in her tiny pad of paper and assured us she'd be back soon.
"Do you ever let anyone make their own decisions?" I snapped, peeking up at him as I opened my menu. I could feel his glare eating a hole in my head.
"I gave you a choice, didn't I? Stay, or go. You chose to stay." His voice was but a growl.
"I'm beginning to regret it." I spat, and even I caught the quick flash of pain that crossed his ever smooth, emotionless face.
I was finally breaking through.
"Guys. Really?! Not now! We are going to have a nice, normal lunch! Got it?!" Ella demanded. I sighed. For Ella, I would at least try.
"Normal? Are you serious, Ella?" Emile didn't even bother to hide the poison in his voice.
"Quiet, Brother, at least I'm trying." She said through clenched teeth.
© 2010 Alisha Martin
Added on February 27, 2010
Last Updated on February 27, 2010