Cherry - part 3

Cherry

Questions

“What the fuck are you doing?” She yells, and now his eyes open wider than anyone she has ever seen before. He takes up his pants and starts to run. Cathy is on the ground, not showing emotions at all.

“Do you think this is the first time I’ve been caught during business?” She asks. Cherry is confused. Business?

“What do you mean? Who are you? I don’t even know your full name.” She yells.

“Chill, snob. I’m not from in there,” Cathy points to the giant house, “I’m from the city. And my name is Cathy Goethe, and you obviously don’t know me. But I know you, miss Waltz, because everyone knows the Waltz. They don’t have to make money the hard way.” She laughs a little of her own pun.

“Hey, we did go through a lot to get where we are today.” She shrieks. She cannot calm down. She knew what they did. Why would neat Percival Cryx do a thing like that?

“I know, and now you’re neatly put in the snob-drawer. Good for you. Did you want more from me?”

Cherry wants to ask all kinds of questions, but she doesn’t. What would it help anyway. Though she can feel her eyes tearing up, she mutters “No.” and turns around.

Cathy rise from the ground, casually and silent. She giggles, and Cherry finds her mocking her. She doesn't say anything, though, because she just can't seem to put her mind in order. Why would Percival Cryx do that?

“Your eyes are tearing.” Cathy states without any sign of emotion being heard anywhere in her voice. As if she was a robot, stating the obvious at all times. Cherry gets mad and turns around, exposing her red eyes at Cathy to tell her 'this hurts'.

“You know, I once had a client with an ex-girlfriend just like that. She wasn't over him, but he really didn't like her. So he came to me to get it done. A boy has needs. And she came to me and stared at me while crying and then she yelled at me as if I had done anything wrong.” Cherry felt like screaming at her, telling her that she made a good, innocent boy a victim of the pressure of society. But she doesn't utter a word.

“You're in love with him.” Again, she's stating the obvious. Cherry gets more and more mad at her, and wish she could just scream. But her lips is still.

“I can't blame ya,” Cathy says in a fake, foreign accent, “now that I've been there, I could go again. I mean, even though I've done some shady stuff in my days, does not mean I can't acknowledge a real nice...”

“DO NOT SAY IT!” Cherry screams, finally. Cathy looks at her, stunned. She holds perfectly still.

“I don't want to hear about it. What is done is done, and I have to forget every feeling I've ever had about that boy. I thought he was decent, but no.” She sighs and wipe away her tears.

“Hold your horses, snob. Just because he was insecure, you're gonna drop him? Girl, you're not gonna get any boy with that attitude. Trust me, I've seen them all; the sure-of-themselves, the scared, the needy, the really needy, and then there's boys like him; those who have so little self-esteem that they think they'll never get any girl ever – especially to go down on him.” She shrugs and faces Cherry, who stand in confusion, listening. She couldn't possibly believe that he was insecure. Fine, neat Percival. He couldn't possibly be insecure, not so much that he'd go to... that woman... She couldn't believe it. And she knew she had to ask questions now.

“I do want more from you.” She says, slowly. “I need you to answer some questions.”

Cathy nods. “Can we do it inside? It's a bit cold, and it's not getting warmer.”

Cherry turns around and make a sign for Cathy to tag along.

Cathy makes a hop and follows Cherry.