Ramones Brain Drain

Secret Helena

Chapter 1

Barcelona, 31st Saturday of July 2004

"My ears always go funny on board," Helena said Enrique, regulating in his seat in the private throw again. She had had just a shower with him in the small bathroom. "My first flight was a not very illegal one. The it was in an airplane of army of the British air and I was frightened stiff. Then the Pedped, an order of army of the British air, said me to hold my nose and my blow. Always works especially to the take-off".

"I prefer the soft one". It reversed himself on his seat, the eyes closed of the and the hands hold the back of his head. In contrast to she it had not returned in its clothing. A briefcase around was wound of its hips.

She if was excited next perspectives. She was going to meet his future family. She had left just his family of the whole life in Cyprus, worried. They Were not also confiding in his relation with Enrique as her was herself. She had been just fact the love to in the air ae" a first one for her. It was the love of his life, she was convinced. They had known each other for more than two month. And she all would say him of her before this night was on. The secret sank between were them an imperfection that must is removed by the surgical words. This was the only unpleasant perspective for her to treat tonight when they arrived at last to Barcelona. The tomorrow would be too last. Honest Etre with him, the dear, before you meet his family, The mummy had said ae" for the nia¨me time.

Helena looked at Paphos diminishes in to widen it the blue mouth of the Sea Mediterranean. The Cyprus gilded it, as a fall leaf launched on the sea by a negligent Divinity, balancing on a to sparkle the blue unending hamac.

Earlier today in Limassol, she had called Ramałn and asked for him to meet them at the airport but to Ramałn had refused his request. She could not criticize it. There was only as much unselfishness as a man could allow. Always, if Ramałn had met them, she had had it the intention to say his first history and the request how it thought Enrique would react for him. The it was never so easy to speak with Ramałn of does not import what and all. Almost easier than to speak with uncle Alex that, before Ramałn, was his first one says all, let-me-hear-the-dirt confidente. On the other something of hand of Enrique did his need really to be nothing otherwise that perfect, his Etoile of Cyprus. No warts on the cheeks, no growths in the heart. She took part in his idolator "the defender more sexy of star in the community of international matters" the picture, and is enjoyed having the flashing bulbs of the and the cameras purring where that and when they were part of public life, as it called it. Helenrique! Helenrique! Did whoever invent that, Enrique or the media? But his new world if intoxicated all. On the screen Enrique became if the present, therefore the gredsillement with the energy, the black constantly roaming wisp of hair kissing his eyebrow, his blue myosotis its blue eyes themselves excessive ae" all of him if to three dimensions that it exploded almost in the piece by the screen.

"A penny for your thoughts, Corazałn"?

"Enrique". She reddened furious, taking its eyes of the porthole and its thoughts. She felt as if Enrique had taken the think about Ramałn by an aria in the Passion of Mathew. "You are sure should lead you as that"? It always had only the briefcase around its hips.

"Person complains but you. An instant there is you had not me nude objections with you everywhere me. Does the briefcase me more nude"?

"You are impossible. But do not import that could walk in now, maybe. The crew and your media people, I mean. When will we be at Barcelona"?

When they brought up the throw, she had not known that the media people awaited inside to welcome them. She to put back of quickly surprised it and is found wishing itself that Mummy and Dad know media. Just to show how much it cared for it, how much it was to trust her, wanted to show it to them to the world. She could check the media per hour that it is and Enrique said that she was a such any natural day anywhere with the paparazzi. But its parents had not gone further that the parlor of VIP to Paphos the International Airport.

"Eight, eight-thirty. Have not objections to dine it on board, of you?"

She shook his head. "More to reason should put you something".

"The crew can burst in here after a discreet blow or throat clarifying. The media ae" never, unless invited to, approve"? She nodded. "Beautiful". It placed a hand on his nude shoulder. "You are so beautiful, Helena. After next week, leave closes us ourselves to just key and goes out somewhere never until the vacation are on".

She recalled the Saturday afternoon in the month of May, when it has burst in his scene with Ramałn as a sudden whirlwind, being held between them and squeeze a male and a female shoulder in every hand. This moment when two forces opposing fought in her, doing its knees to threaten to attach under her. She carried this same dress of light white cotton with the stretched blouse, the spaghetti girth and the skirt of knee length mustered to the size for the slip look, and the belt girths in his size. Enrique always was a solid violent wind when it entered a piece or same a lobby.

"A big idea, a dear. Filise meaeŚ" She added Greek, pull to the briefcase.

Three hours later, they were under the shower again, this time in a bathroom that was rather big to be an executive committee. The apartment duplex entire did captivated it also to find the just words for him. When they entered it him allows of take simply his hand, as a naaŻve child, and to show him the pieces and the several gadgets of zapper and security. Even in the shower where they were now, all the one must does was to support buttons for the "soaks", the "temperature" and the "beginning". She thought it personally all that a little too, unless the one was disabled or something, but she appreciated the pleasures that it appreciated, was to trust the same things it was to trust.

They led of the passed bathroom the vestiaire, packed in the heated briefcases, in the huge bedroom dominated by a huge bed. It lowered it on the bed and the then touched switches and there were lights and the soft music and an electric fireplace ae" simply a visual effect in summer. There was a bottle of cooled champagne in a bucket and two tumblers of crystal. It poured champagne and they drank it of other every mouths. It someone poured on his navel and sucked over, doing his picotement.

"I must learns the Spaniard," she murmured. "The music seems so erotic, but the words"!

"I traduiraiaeŚle genreaeŚdeaeŚ inaeŚbetweenaeŚCorazałnaeŚ"

The it was a lot of, a lot of, taking later another short cut, drinking to small blows of champagne and listening the unending music of some invisible central source, that she felt relaxed and enough confiding to say it. She had examined the how much time in his spirit and had decided a long time that the better manner to do the it was the Mummy in a manner had said it she. As early as the beginning. Of when the Dad had acknowledged to the Mummy, and the two ended up to divide "our secret" and always are happy and in love itself, despite the secret.

"The dearaeŚ" she raised its shoulders of the bed and looked in it the eyes. With the soft lighting, its eyes were blue one of ink and sparkling in their deep sockets.

aeoeCorazałnaeŚ?"

"There is a family history I have says you. I want you it to know before we meet your family tomorrow andaeŚ"

"Today, beautiful. The this is the already past midnight". It put an arm around her and pulled it more near to him, striking the pillows on the bed head for the comfort. "Is the which one, then"?

Its beats have accelerated. She drained his glass and placed it on the table in the evening next to the bucket with the bottle of champagne. She shook poorly.

"Corazałn"?

She pushed its detached hair alongside his usage of the two hands. "I go very well. But, to separate itself, aeŚ oh GodaeŚ! The this is Dad. Of me and the DadaeŚ"

"That"?

"Please not to interrupt me or my courage will fail me, Enrique," she said with the renewed determination.

Then she said it. All of the days in the Priory of Timberlake in Yorkshire to moves itself to Cyprus. She plowed quickly without relaxs and on, leaving nothing. She did not look at it more. But she felt its reactions as her said him the history. His arm slipped far of under her. His body continually inched far of her. The it was the shock? The it was the empathy? The it was pity? Or did it feel the loathing?

She did not look at it until the end of his history. Then she did.

It had jumped bed and did the cents not doing the strange noises. It returned for him and held close, bent a little the size. On his bed side. First it it was the shock that she saw engraved in its beautiful characteristics. His mouth kept the opening and closing before although it wanted to say could be said. But slowly, the loathing replaced the shock. It said perdałn Several times, giving quickly no time to the breath between the repetitions to the word, the word that an ugly projection spurring his language and his conscience. Then remains it of the words thundered of him.

It screamed them to her. She never had seen it if endowed with sensations.

She closed its eyes in the order in order not to to see his face, therefore distorted with the loathing to her.
It continued to scream to her. As if the it was all sound defect. As if she had had any says, any choice in the entire thing. As if she had rolled herself fortunately about in the mud as a edledphanteau.

She curled on and hoped to disappear from the earth face, the also same injury to cry.

"To await a minute;" it said and walked to an of its gadgets and gave a flick to the light on of soft one to a white stiff one for illuminate it better. His gilded skin refused to possess in top, remaining the innocent one, perfect and beautiful. As innocent as a baby. Intact by does not import what but a mother to stretch transmits. It pulled the leaves of her. She was done in a bullet and the humiliation began regulating in. Counted Qu'a-t-il to discover, that she grew of the horns or turned the night in a vampire? She began trembling as a leaf and did it more better in order not to sob. She tried to muster its thoughts and its direction whirling, will be done to remain as calm as she can.

But its words crashed in his many and many heads times again. Cut in split his flesh in the bands. Dived deeply in its vital organs as a poignard controlled by the powerful hands. Many and many times again. Mean and inexpensive words that she never foresaw of him. They broke its bones to the brightnesses, it dismembered. She began sobbing implacably. She sobbed even harder thinks about his father.

The spirit of Enrique did to last of its natural revolutions. His loathing obtained tinted others. For itself, be the centered automatically the pioneer that it was. The black deep one tinted. An abyss. The losses instead of the gains in the prestige. The media, all these several weeks. How it was going to undo all that? And how it was going to explain all this to the family? Well, the family will understand. What it failed to do she his woman! The mother of its children, for the good of God!

His rage and the vexation glided and roared to a hell, as a building on empties of which the windows break to leave to enter oxygen. It turned for him. On her.

"You the female dog! How could you have done me this, huh"?

If she had said him the truth of the same beginning, all would have been slashed in their correct compartments. It would have appreciated is with her, sleeping with her, buying its dear presents. But not pushing until to be engaged with oneaeŚ

"Well, Helena. Now we can fuck". The voice solid as the concrete reinforced.

She saw the madness in its eyes, begun crying in the defenses. She no longer was on a bed silk gilded with a man that she could take to the sky and of return. This was the beast that his father had warned she against, not the noble wild one of its fantasies with the Mummy. But same Mummy had warned it against this special beast, that she could find herself out on a member with Enrique. His spirit ran marathons but in a circle. The pain, the fear, the loathing and the revulsion as it tried to set up it. It forced its thighs to leaves with its strong legs as its hands pinned its wrists at the head of reads. She screamed and fought it.

"To close! You will like it gnarled, will not do you"?

It was too strong for her but always she combined defenses with the return fight. "Enrique, please! I am grieved that I did not say you beforeaeŚ I was frightened of youraeŚ does not do me please this! Donae™taeŚ! The this always is me, Enrique, your Etoile of CypaeŚ!"

They had done the love for the half the day and the night. It penetrated it painfully but easily. Only its wild fights disconnected them, the lance before it would push in her again. It decided to do something to attain its intention. It relaxed his right to use his own hand to direct itself in her and the holds supported to him.

The it was his chance.

She used his relaxed hand go out abruptly the bottle of champagne, banging the almost silent bucket to the downy floor. It if was occupied in its crazy attempts that it did not notice it seizes itself bottle. She raised it in the air and brought it down below, with all sound to be able, on the side of his head. The bottle broke, unloading a champagne stream. A noise took in his throat and it fell. She pushed it of her and did for the vestiaire. But it was so always that she stopped looking at it. It puts unconscious through reads it.

"Enrique"? Which do itaeŚ what to doaeŚ whichaeŚtoaeŚdoes? Did it Etait-il dead? The policeaeŚ

Too many things bowling around his head. "Enrique"?

She hurried return to him, holding the first half of the bottle broken as a weapon. She leaned herself the head scolding to a side as an intelligent dog. Enrique said that nothing and the piece was a lot of him. Before she can thought that she spurred it with the bottle broken on his nude side. There always remained. His head remained in a blood reserve, the reserve widens. Welled more of fresh blood outside his side. She stiffened.

Think! Call an ambulance! The movable one! Where is the mobileaeŚmon bag to mainaeŚl'habilleraeŚnon ae" the bathroom!

She met the bathroom of gauged office and found his bag on a table dressing. With a hand she opened it and deployed the contents as her ran return to the bedroom. The movable thudded to the floor in the vestiaire and she took it, falling the bag to hand. She had only a free hand. The hand with his weapon, she ready ready for any eventualities. His head turned and droning. She attained the bedroom.

Enrique was gone.

The omnipotent god, it is not dead! It had moved himself! Where to? "Enrique"?

There was a weak groan on the other side bed, the then fingers of bloodied clawed on the bed leaves. The half dark dome of his head gets tangled up with the blood, sparkling as it took the light, appeared. She involuntarily screamed before to be concerned with his security.

It is dangerous! Call the police! To come to the security! Explain to the police! You did not mean to kill it! To come to the security and call the police!

"BUT HOW"! she screamed out aloud. "HELPS! HELP! To help me"!

Its shoulders appeared of the opposed side of the bed.

THINK!

"You b-b-biae”tch!"

The gadgets. What did it say, parading him its gadgets? When you do not want the servants to astonish you in the bedroom, dressing the piece or the bathroom, this button does it impossible for does not import that to enter exterior oneaeŚ

The bathroom!

It clawed to mi-chemin through reads it huge towards she. She locked to the bathroom, locking the vestiaire. Oh to dump! Simply a screen of glass of sliding between the bedroom and the vestiaire. No door of lockable. Oh God! She had fallen the zapper and bent to resume it, the movable telephone in the same hand. By the glass door to the bedroom she saw the ramp always through the leaves of bed of bloodied towards the vestiaire, calling its horrendous names. She locked vestiaire, collecting its fallen things and the half empties the bag to hand. She met the bathroom and, reading feverishly and choosing the codes on the exposition, she locked all the doors take to the bathroom, recognizing for the English language. Stop. Beginning. On. Of. Lock. Open. She heard hammering it on the door of vestiaire to the bathroom. And if was there another gadget of reserve? She wanted to cry but said that she must thinks. She had put herself in this position. She had obtains itself from him.

The police. It was not dead after all. They would understand that a foreign girl panics. She had acted in oneself the defense. But how did the one compose the Spanish policeaeŚ?

Enrique obtained noisier in voice and to hammer it. Did it Etait-il closer? Outside the door of bathroom maybe? Which one of the doors? How much time before it have worked that or no other carries opens? Back up with every to hammer outside, she hit quick numbering for the Mummy. Then she remembered she was in Spain and the it was in the middle of the night in any case. His mother and his father probably would die more of an assault of heart than arrives in the time to help it. Uncle Alex! Maybe it knew at least that the police or the Spanish firemen number. But which hour was at Tokyo? Did it Etait-il on the step? Tokyo code?

"You kissing the female dog, open the door! OpenaeŚ!"

For a moment she broke down to cry. That was Enrique calling outside its names. She had liked it. It had liked it. What did it arrive for him all? She bitterly cried but to hit it and the abuses and the insults wedged his mental thorn. She had not liked it, she had liked a false one. Just as it never had liked it, Helena. It had liked its clean dreams.

"I will kill you if you do not open this door right away"!

It could not enter. This threat says that it cannot enter!

She felt a lot of better. His head clarifyed. Well, kiss mates you also. She searched in the placards. A boiler? Do not import what where some type of number of telephone even was written if it belonged to a plumber or the electricity business. But all was high-tech to a defect. The it was as is in a luxury a section clinic of a space ship.

And then his name hit his memory with a force that did his stop looking for and sits on the ground in his bareness. Its hands shook as her hit his quick numbering. Its tears began flowing again ae" with relief. The number began the beep.

To hit it and the insults outside the door of bathroom shook its nerves.

Please, Ramałn! Have the telephone on! To awaken! I need you desperately!

Oh God, it was a Rua­z of Alarcałn also! Would it desire to have for does not import what to do with her after this? Do after know? In the panic, she disconnected the number. His fear mixed with a sudden direction of ruin. The two glided it on likes a sky without dark stars to fall and crush she on his last leg to the hell. But to hit with it the door obtained continuous.

"I need the kisses of trusses it first relief, you the female dog"!

Dear God. His brain all did for himself to detach itself of his body and she had quotation something in order not to to help the reinforcing such a position. She crawled also to the far doors as possible and crouched in a corner, bitterly to sob. Twenty-two years, a first lover eleven older years, out in a foreign country, and now this.

But maybe Enrique bled to the death! For him Ramałn would come. And if it came for his cousin that she goes out also. She hit quick numbering of Ramałn and again was determined to await. If the it was the can to letters, she was ready to leave a disorderaeŚ

"Mi emptied? Do not import what is wrong"?

And all sank it other, slipping again in her as the moment of birth but in the opposite direction. Between the bitter sobs that she managed, "Ramałn, please to come and me come aideraeŚest please and helps me, RamałnaeŚ EnriqueaeŚme hatesaeŚ me AideaeŚou envoieaeŚla policeaeŚa aeŚl'aide meaeŚRamałnaeŚ PleaseaeŚpleaseaeŚRamałnaeŚhelpaeŚmeaeŚ"

On the fine other of the line, Ramałn shook itself well awakened. It could hear his despair. "Helena? Please to calm itself, mi amoraeŚWhatae™saeŚ?"

aeoeM'envoyeraeŚ.someaeŚhelpaeŚRamałnaeŚ"

"Hed, itself calm. I am on my manner. Say me which arrived, Helena". It frantically already walked in its clothing. Which on the earth Enrique did? "Helena"?

"The assistance meaeŚpleaseaeŚRamałnaeŚIae™ll jamaisaeŚvous demandeaeŚpour anythingaeŚagainaeŚ"

"Why would have-j' to send the police"? Then it heard to hit it and chattered voice in the bottom. Jesus! What did it continue?

Its words sent it in the fresh crises. "To please, RamałnaeŚobtientaeŚmeaeŚhors ofaeŚhereaeŚ!" Dear God, please to do it me come. Or send the police.

"Helena, not to disconnect the line, the agreement? Where is Enrique? Are injured you?"

"Outside the porteaeŚje' maeŚdans theaeŚbathaeŚroooomaeŚ!"

"To approve, I will be there in a moment, mi emptied. Remain where you are and do not disconnect".

Relieved and a lot of more forts to the interior, she curled in top on the ground under the sink, his movable one supported to its ears, listening its words calming until they were more as a mantra going to sleep repeated many and many times. His spirit diverted from return to the day she had met first the cousins and did the biggest error in his life.