Love Aint Always Pretty

Petrichor

- the scent of rain on dry earth

Origin: Greek

16

After visiting their mother's tomb, it was almost twelve noon when we left there and I'm terribly starving right now. The car paved way to the gravel road and I saw us arriving on the pathway of this old looking house. Tracy seemed so excited to be here but Nick was just quiet after we left the cemetery.

"Starving Savannah?" Tracy gazed at me over the rear view mirror.

"A little." I answered.

"Don't worry. Nick is here. He knows how to cook." She says before unbuckling her seatbelt.

When they stepped out of the car, I did too. I pulled my blouse down to cover my showing skin above my garter and then finally stared at the white colored house. Vines were creeping on the corners of the house and I see a patio swing right on the porch. I walked behind them as we march our way near the house.

"Who owns this house?" I asked.

"We do. It's where we used to live before we headed college." Tracy answered.

Nick inserts the house key to the knob and finally opens the front door. It was a small house and everything inside looked untouched, like they were still new furnitures. The living room couch was colored light green and the walls were white. There's this staircase that leads to the second floor and I see a door right across the living room which is probably the kitchen. Tracy closed the front door behind me as I watch Nick entering the kitchen.

"Are there still foods in the kitchen Nick?" Tracy asked.

"Yeah. I called Mr. Moore that we were coming over today so he did some grocery." He answered.

Tracy and I headed to the couch. "Your brother knows how to cook? Seriously?"

She nods and grabs the remote as she starts to turn on the television. It was an old looking tv but it was still working.

"Who's Mr. Moore?" I asked.

"The caretaker of this house. He's the one who's been looking after our place when we left for college. He lives a little close by."

The kitchen door swings open, "What do you girls want for lunch?"

"Make your all time famous spicy spaghetti Nick." Tracy said happily.

Nick gazed at me. "Would you want that for lunch?"

I nodded right away. "Yeah. Sure."

He walks inside the kitchen. "Could you look after my brother for me? He doesn't wanna be alone inside that kitchen."

"Why?" I asked.

Could you? I just need to go

No problem. And thank you

slowly reach for the door and opened it. I see Nick chopping some spices, he pulled his head

wondering

I'm

I don't know how to do

the shapes of what I already chopped." He

were both doing our thing. When

have you been cooking? Guys don't really likes to cook." I

years now." He answered.

you how to cook?" I tried to make a conversation.

"No." He said quickly.

anything else further more cos I'm sure he'll just get mad at me if I do so. He's in a foul mood right now and I don't know why he is. Gosh he's so

called out.

paused and turned to

said that night

He was still focused on

It tasted a little bit sweet and spicy. It was great. He's even a better cook than I do. But then I noticed that he's been even more very quiet since that time he told me to forget about what he said that night and I'm sure he's clearly talking

quiet right next to Tracy. Then

I think we can't leave yet." Tracy called out while she

to the window and the rain was pouring outside the house making everything totally soaked within two seconds. The loud pitter patter of the rain echoes inside the house and I think we are stuck here for tonight.

slippery on the way back. It's

to sleep

have a choice."

early class tomorrow that I can't miss." I

I'm not going to take the risk on driving on a rainy

I gave up.

sink while Tracy went upstairs to prepare a room for me. Nick and I started washing and drying the dishes together. The sound

would end. His golden-brown hair perfectly paired with those mesmerizing blue eyes, his broad shoulders, sharp jawline

your room. You're going to

see her old photos when she was young while she was with Nick. I smiled as I

a robber could've come inside and fought with Nick? We glanced at each other and Tracy quickly ran

Tracy called out.

quickly stumbled downstairs and ran to the kitchen. My eyes widened out from my sockets. Broken glasses were

There's blood.

Blood dripping.

is covering with blood. His blood is dripping all over the

Tracy shrieks.

you?!" Tracy and I ran to

holding his wrist tight with the other. "The knife slipped from