And here I am, I'm Samanta and at eighteen I don't even know who to spend Christmas with! My parents, indeed my mother Elena, remarried after my father Christian died, four years have already passed since that tragic event; my stepfather, Marcus, is a hateful and unbearable man, honestly I don't know how my mother can live together and continue to love him.

A few years ago, we went to my grandmother's for a Christmas lunch and, on that occasion, he let off steam talking about my behavior at school and at home. For me, the years after my father's death, they were painful, I didn't want to see anyone and I turned very badly to the people trying to stay close to me.
This is why I look forward to seeing what kind of person he is!

As I reflect on what had happened to me once, my phone rings; it's Laura, my best friend, I consider her the sister I never had.

"Hello?" I ask, I didn't think he would call me at Christmas either, she and her family usually have dinner together.

"Hey Samanta, I was wondering if you'd like to go to the party tonight, what was his name ...?"

"Snow Christmas Party?"

"Yes, that's right!" He enthusiastically confirms.

"Good for me, but don't you go to the typical family Christmas dinner?"

She laughed loudly: "It's the last thing I want. I told Mama that I don't feel like it, she insisted and so I told her that I'm eighteen and that I can feel free to do what I want! "I feel satisfied, I can't imagine her splendid smile telling me all this.

"Well?" Laura's ringing tone awakens me.

"If so, I'm there!"

"Perfect, so I'll see you at the" Public "disco, I'll be near the entrance."

"Okay later!" I hang up and start getting ready.

I open the doors of my closet, I don't go out very often and therefore I don't have many things suitable for the occasion "disco parties".

In the end I opt for a black leather t-shirt with a small neckline and a pair of white jeans all "slashed". After wearing make-up, a string of mascara and a flesh-colored lipstick, I go down the stairs quickly, being careful not to stumble with the black spiked heels I decided to wear.

"Where do you think you're going, miss?" My mom walks past the front door.

"I'm going out tonight with Laura, what is it? Any problems? »He asked me from top to bottom.

"How did you get dressed?" She asks. Meanwhile, as if they had come to an agreement, Marcus has arrived, he will surely have wondered what I have done this time to make mom go crazy this way.

"THEN! STAY STILL SAMANTA! Your mother's right, you, dressed like that, you're not going anywhere! "I can't take it anymore: who do you think you are?Mum then is so naive to pity.

"And who are you to me?" I exclaim, taking a little break. Marcus raises his hands to slap me in the face.

Silence. I feel the anger boiling inside me, calm, ready to explode at any moment. Mum does not react, agreeing with Marcus, who seems satisfied, given the bold smile she has printed on her face.

"With me you have closed, both of you! I almost forgot Marcus ... you are nothing to me, NOTHING! "

Having said that, I grab my black clutch and then slam the door behind me. It's finally over! I call a taxi, I am not in the right conditions to drive, I offer the slip of paper with the address to the driver. The journey does not last long, I get out of the car to reach the entrance.

I still don't see Laura, she'll probably be late like every time we have to go out together, and so I wait outside. The minutes pass and I decide, therefore, to send a message to my friend to ask her where she is; the answer comes immediately: soon it will be here!

"Hey, here I am, sorry for the delay! He's Marco, my boyfriend, Marco, I'm introducing you to Samanta. "I remained open-mouthed. I didn't really expect Laura to introduce me to her new boyfriend today. However, he looks like a smart guy! He seems very shy and his appearance is taken care of; wearing a pair of jeans, a blue shirt and black sneakers.

"Nice to meet you!" We both say to shake hands. We enter the disco, the music is at full volume, I think it is "Animals" by Martin Garrix, the lights are very strong, almost giving a slight discomfort to the eyes and, finally, the smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of smoke is sickening.

"Do you want something to drink?" Marco asks, coming closer to our ears to be heard.

"No thanks!" I exclaimed.

"For me, a Bloody Mary," says Laura.

Marco, after a few minutes, returns with his drink and Laura's.

While they are enjoying their "cocktails" I decide to go to the bathroom, I hope to find a little more calm, also because a terrible headache is coming to me!

"Ok!" They both reply. "We are waiting for you on the track to dance!" They add and I look at them badly; dancing is not one of my specialties!

I follow the tags with "toilette on the right".

When I'm about to enter the bathroom, a group of about fifteen people blocks me from passing. I recognize them all: the obnoxious people of my school, those who have always made fun of me and humiliated in front of everyone for the death of dad and the second marriage of mother. I notice that they are all close together, they smell like smoke and they seem to have drunk by now I don't know how much stuff.

"Look at guys who's here! Our favorite princess, Samanta! "Giorgio exclaims raising his hands; and the others obviously, in chorus, start whistling and applauding the band leader for his performance. Giorgio has always been like this: braggart and arrogant.

"Get out of here!" I scream in terror.

"But where do you think you're going?" Come with me we have fun, I promise you! "Giorgio provokes me with a mischievous look, grabs my arm, back to the wall, and starts unbuttoning my jeans.

I start to cry, trying to break free from his grip that now begins to hurt my wrists.

"What the fuck are you doing?" A husky male voice wakes me from this nightmare.

E ' Matthew Fuentes, the bad Puerto Rican boy, famous throughout the high school and known for having collected a thousand female trophies! Despite this, I have always liked a lot as a type; it's not the classic arrogant bad boy, I like his personality besides his breathtaking body!

He grabs Giorgio by his shirt: "Touch her again and you're dead!" She tells him with her wonderful Spanish accent and then spit in his face and knock him to the ground.

"You come with me!" He gently takes my arm and starts to walk towards the exit, I have to follow him. Matthew is the guy I always liked, he's 21, he's intelligent, dark, protective ... it's a dream! But I can't stop myself from saying these words to him:

"What are you doing? Have you always made fun of me and now defend me? I don't need your solidarity just because we're at Christmas! "I burst out in one breath. He smiles amused by my reaction, making two wonderful dimples appear at the corners of his mouth on his face, and he immediately replies: "Please dear there's nothing to it!"

"Thanks." I reply, annoyed. "Why did you do that? You could leave me there and enjoy the show like all your friends! "

"We get in the car, it's a bit too crowded out here." He looks around us: groups of boys staring at us in amusement.

"Are you afraid they hear you?"

"Let's just go!" I frown, maybe I exaggerated.

So we reach his new white BMW M3, he opens the door for me, like a true rider and then he reaches the driver's one.

"I saved you for two reasons: first, they are not my friends and I hate what they did to you." He looks at the steering wheel, seems almost embarrassed by what he will have to say next.

"And second?" I urge him to continue.

"Second ... I love you ... I have always loved you!" I stare at her face shocked by this revelation. I never thought that one day he would say these words to my face. I can't believe that he has feelings for me and he never told me just because he didn't want to ruin his reputation from Don Giovanni. Usually when you love a person, you tell them or not ?! I must admit that his gaze and his smiles did not always have anything to do with the teasing of his friends ... but this ... I can hardly believe it, but I know very well that I would have only told me the truth!

"Thing? But if you do it with all ... "

«I do it with everyone because I don't want, I can't, to accept the idea of ​​loving someone!» Having said that, he comes closer to me, takes my face wet with black tears that continue to fall, between his big hands and kisses me with an indescribable and unexpected passion. It's been a long time since I dreamed of kissing her lips, of feeling the chills stiffen my back with emotion and, finally, all this is reality!

Matthew moves his soft lips away from mine, leaving me lost and breathless.

It settles on the black leather seat and then starts the car. The roar of the engine breaks the silence that had been created, making me feel a rush of crazy adrenaline.

"Can I take you to a safe place?" He asks, slightly embarrassed.

"I ... yes ..." I have the impression of blushing in my face.

Let us hurtle one hundred per hour through the deserted streets of New York illuminated by the thousand Christmas lights, for about half an hour at two in the morning. When you arrive at your destination, turn off the engine and look at me with a smile. We both get off his fabulous car.

I hope he didn't get a fine, he's so reckless driving his BMW!

"This is my house, mine are not there until the end of the Christmas holidays!" Calling it home is inappropriate, it is a villa with white walls highlighted by the play of light from the pool water.

I hear footsteps approaching and my arms around my waist, I throw my head back and meet his warm and sculpted chest.

"It's ... beautiful ... but ... why did you bring me here?" I ask even if the answer is obvious.

"To spend the night together and then we'll be quieter and safer here!" He continues to smile at me, showing the dim pits of a while ago again, and I can't deny thinking the same thing!

We reach the entrance of the building and Matthew, with a gallant gesture, beckons me to come in and sit down. I hear the front door slam and after a few seconds I find myself hugged and curled up on him; her warm breath on my neck and her little kisses on my soft brown straight hair.

He then takes me, still holding me in his arms like a real queen, in his room. It is very large and bright, well furnished, but I have no time to observe the environment in detail, because it gently lays me on the bed, he above me.

He starts kissing my neck, I feel his lips spread in a smile and I feel my whole body in flames ... Matthew, unfortunately for me, realizes my frightened and excited reaction, when he starts to take off my shirt stops and he says to me: "Sorry, I didn't want ... if you want to finish it here, you're not forced to ..." I don't let him have the time to complete the sentence, free him from the white shirt he wears, kissing every inch of his body gymnasium with growing passion; the party, my parents, my whole life, I want to lose track of time.

***

The light filters through the window that lets the white snowflakes glimpse down from the sky. I find myself wrapped in the warm and soft blankets, rub my eyes and feel the smell of toast coming from the kitchen.

I grab Matthew's shirt to wear it, even though, on me, it looks like a large, long dress, but that's okay!

"Good morning!" I exclaim when I see him struggling with the toaster.

"Good morning to you too little!" All these attentions make me mad.

We have breakfast with rusks (the bread burned it) and jam. When he rearranges the dishes, I read the Whatsapp messages that Laura sent me.

1- Hey, where did you go? - 2.30 am

2- Where are you? I'm worried about you, Reply! - 3.30 am

3- I heard about the nightclub incident, are you okay? - 4.57 am

4- Damn !!! You are there? -  6:43 am

I'm sorry that Laura was worried about me, but last night, the phone was my last thought. I still can't achieve what happened; it was my magical and unforgettable "first time", I think back to the moments spent together, in contact with her skin, to the emotions that I never thought I'd try ...

"You know Matthew ..." he turns and looks at me curiously. " It was a fantastic Christmas, I love you!"

"I love you too little!" He smiles and joins me to deposit me a delicate kiss on the lips.

THE END