Intense beeping echoes in my ears forcing me to open my eyes. I am not in my bed, but I recognize the smell of the white sheets that cover my body. I would do it anywhere.
Little by little, my ears stop ringing, but I have a severe headache and terrible nausea. I am getting up slowly and from the sunlight that enters through the half-open window, I deduce that it is daytime.
I feel like the vomit begins to rise my windpipe so I am forced to run towards the closed white wooden door on the side of the room, the one that I suppose leads to the bathroom, and I throw it all in the toilet, feeling How my throat burns when the liquid passes through it, burning my insides. My back and abdomen ache from exerting so much force so it is difficult for me to get up again.
My face in the mirror looks hideous, so as I turn on the tap to rinse my mouth, I also clean my face with water and tie my hair into a bun with a rubber band that I always wear on my wrist, which is f
Bringing out so many memories that I've been trying to forget my whole life is fucking worthless.I can still clearly hear the sound of that bullet hitting her body and visualize her lying on the ground, staining everything with a pool of blood as she repeated over and over again that she loved me.Maybe it's time to tell it, maybe that will help me get ahead and feel a little better because something like that is never overcome.- Do you remember when I told you that my father had killed my mother?Lailah nods her head as she sits up and sits cross-legged on the mattress. I'd like to do the same but sadly I have a fucking hole in my chest that won't let me move a damn finger.-Lailah, I would not like your childhood memories with your father to change, but you should know that your father and mine have been at odds for as long as I can remember. -I know it hurts to know, but I would do it more if I had not told you. I can't hide something like tha
Six days before the trial. LAILAHWith some momentum, I make a little effort and sit on the kitchen counter. I stare at the white toaster, hoping that at any moment both pieces of bread will pop out and that they haven't burned me.My head keeps repeating a thousand times "What are you going to do?", And then that makes me keep asking myself "Am I sure I want to put Amon in jail?" and I start to go round and round until I can't take it anymore and I get overwhelmed.And then there is the matter of my father. I can hardly describe in words how bad I felt when Azael told me the story. Has my father always been like this? What about that affectionate man who taught me to ride a bike and bought me ice cream without my mother knowing about it? Now I start to remember that Dad would always disappear without saying anything, then come back two days later and argue with Monique. They never
Five days before the trial.LAILAHI hear Azael knocking on the door again but I don't even bother getting out of bed. I've been locked up in one of the upstairs rooms for a day, and call me bro, but I'm beyond mad at Azael for not telling me why the fuck I can't get out of this house. Weren't there supposed to be secrets between us anymore? Aren't we supposed, to be honest with each other? Well, it gives me the feeling that every time we move forward in whatever we have between the two of us, we have to go back two steps, and we always return to the same point. I also know that he is hiding something important from me, and that worries me.-Okay, okay, don't go out. We'll see what you do when you're starving- I hear Azael say on the other side of the door after getting tired of calling me so much.I roll my eyes. Damn stupid.I hear his footsteps moving awa
Four days before the trial.AZAELDelicately, I rub the cotton over the wound to disinfect it and I do it with great care, so as not to wake it up. I don't know what the hell they did it with, but he's been lucky it doesn't rub against the main vein in his arm, because it could have bled. On top of that, she has some bruises all over her body that make her wish she could have them and not her.I spend several minutes watching his face rest calmly, while he breathes out and breathes in so inconspicuously that it seems that he is not even breathing. How can she be so gorgeous and fucking headstrong? I don't even want to imagine what could have happened if I had arrived just ten minutes later.Just remembering her crying and the way she hugged herself on the duvet on the bed, trying to hide her head on her knees so as not to see anything ... just to avoid me. How the chills ran t
Three days before the trial. LAILAHWhen you want to be a good person, you have to know how to forgive. And it is that from forgiveness to love there is only one step. And from love to hate too, so you have to know very well which option to choose.Because there is already too much evil in the world to go around spouting more shit, so when you feel that you are going to explode, that you can't take it anymore and you feel that you are doing it wrong, stop and forgive. It doesn't matter if it's yourself or others, but I can confirm that you will feel better.Yes, I know that I behaved stupidly for a silly thing and that my reaction to the facts was not the most prudent. I just tried to shake the guilt off myself and made the only one who had been there for me feel bad. But I have already forgiven myself, and also him, so for me, he is already forgotten.Sitt
Two days before the trial. LAILAH-Yes mom, it's still broken- I answer, rolling my eyes. Azael laughs at my reaction, which makes me smile.-And why didn't you take it from me? Aunt Gina was worried… - she scolds me across the line.-Well, because it's not my cell phone! It's a friend's cell phone, and I can't be glued to it all day in case someone happens to call me.-Anyway, make sure they fix it soon, I don't like not being able to call you every day- She puts on the voice of a victim and I can already imagine her making that face she makes to cause pain.-I know that if it were for you, you would have me watched twenty-four hours a day, but it's not in my hands.-Good darling, -pronunciation to change the subject- see you in three days. Almost there- she says, putting hope in her voice.I swallow hard.-If it already
One day before the trial.LAILAHNeeded a rest.I am so emotionally tired that I think I should let go of the stress of knowing that there is only one day left to carry out the most difficult decision of my entire life a little away from me. Because let me say, I'm so nervous that I can't even think of anything else. To a certain level I am surprised when I hear the following words come out of Scott's mouth:-Happy end of the year.It's already the end of the year. It is the last day of the year. The one in which you are supposed to go out to party with your friends to celebrate a new year full of surprises and new experiences. The one where you are supposed to be happy.And yet here we are, all eating quietly and uncomfortably. And it is that the situation gives a lot of itself. I annoy Azael for hiding Kya from me; Azael annoyed at Scott for being Scott; Scott
AZAELI just passed the location to Kya and put the phone on the bed. Then I look in the mirror.I wear a suit of those that boys wear at weddings, black, with a white shirt underneath that lets the ink from my tattoos show through and the sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing the ones I wear on my forearms. Lailah will love it.I'm about to go downstairs when a call comes in on my cell phone.I frown, it's Peter.-What do you want?- I ask reluctantly.- Azael, I'm so sorry, I don't know ...- He clears his throat- I don't know what happened. -He seems very concerned.- You better come see this.-Now I can't, I have more important things to do. -I am not wasting the time I have with my girl going to do business with my father. If he's gotten into trouble, let him get out on his own.-No, I think that right now there is nothing more important than this. I mean it, come on. -I had never he
Eight years more later.Last day of the year. LAILAH.I pick up the last glass and place it on the table. You are now ready to receive your guests.I have placed red napkins and gold cutlery, to match the new china I bought the other day so that I can release it today. In the middle there are candles and some vases with flowers, it is beautiful. Like the rest of our house. There are thousands of little yellow lights and a huge Christmas tree, I would say it almost touches the ceiling, but that is impossible. Our house has soaring ceilings. It is decorated with red and gold ornaments, and in the garden, there is a huge Santa Claus with reindeer. We finally live in a quality neighborhood, so I am not afraid that it will be robbed. Also, the neighbors are great, a couple of months ago, as soon as we moved in, the first thing they did was welcome us with a cake.&nb
LAILAH.I look at my hands nervously and go back to looking at myself in the mirror.It's been just a year since Alison died. Yes, today is the day of the prom, the first day I saw Azael and the last day I saw my best friend.I don't even know how to feel, but I can't help but look back at the past.A year ago everything was completely different. I had just lost the person I loved the most in the world and I didn't even know who I was. I just wanted revenge. Take revenge and do him justice, and boy did it not work out for me, because I ended up falling in love with the last person I thought I could do it with. Azael Volkov. The culprit in the whole thing.I only remember hating him before I
Lailah's face seems to change radically when Kya speaks on the other end of the line. I don't know what the fuck he said, but it seems to be serious. It takes a few seconds before answering.- What ... what are you saying, Kya?Gigi and I looked at each other strangely. Jason tries to hear what Kya is saying.-Where are you?- Lailah asks. Silence.- Okay, don't move, let's go right away- she murmurs before hanging up.-What's going on?- Gigi asks, intrigued.- Scott is alive.Hearing those words I can't help but take a deep breath to calm myself. Kya has been missing for almost a week. We don't know where the hell she's been, or with whom, or if she's drunk or high. We can't believe it like nothing happened, because I'm not getting my hopes up about that shit. We're talking about fucking Scott.-We have to go to the Middleton hospital- Lailah says to me with hope in her eyes.-Lailah. He may be delusional... Scott wa
-I know the answer, but I'll ask you one last time, are you sure about this, Lailah?- Jim asks me putting a hand on my shoulder.-Yes. -I say lengthening the vowel with some fatigue.- I'll try harder in the university next year, I promise you, but I don't want to have to live this last year again, and less without my best friends -sigh.This year has been the most intense and hardest year of my entire life, and honestly, I can't wait to turn the page. I want to start over and overcome everything that has happened.-Well OK. I'll pick up your mother from therapy at 7:30 and we'll be there at 8:00.Jason's car whistle sounds from outside my house, signaling that he has arrived.-Okay, I'm going. I love you! -I say goodbye to him walking towards the door.-Me too! You look gorgeous! -I hear him say before closing it behind my back. I smile at his answer.He is my real father, even if he doesn't have my blood
Day of the attack.AZAELThe city is empty. There are some other cars, but nothing that we cannot control.I did not count on this, neither I nor anyone else, so this part of the city is not clear enough that someone does not call the police at the slightest mishap. So yeah, it's a relief that it's four in the morning on a Monday because otherwise we'd be pretty screwed up.We park on the corner of the street so that the van is not seen and they know we are here, and we all start walking towards the building.Lailah takes my hand and laces her fingers with mine, she's shaking. I squeeze him so he knows I'm here, and that I'm not going to let anything happen to him.Phill stops us.-There's nothing planned Tron, what are we supposed to do?-Survive and keep Lailah alive. -Then I lower my voice a bit.- If you can do it with Scott and Kya too, all the better. I know they are prep
Day of the attack.Lailah.Everyone is ready, at their posts, waiting for Azael to give the signal.Lie. Not everyone. Because I certainly am not prepared at all. I thought it would be a lot easier than it seems to me now. I don't like this plan at all.There are people on the team who are so high up that I can barely see them. Down here there are only a few, who will cover our backs. I look at their faces. I know that some will die. I wouldn't want it to happen, because I know they have a life outside of this, and some will have families. Just like mine, which is also in danger.Azael seems to notice my nervousness, because he grabs my hand and nods at me, reassuring me. We both go with bulletproof vests, submachine guns, spare pistols, and included microphones to communicate. I look at the rest of the team. Even Scott seems serious. Normal. He is the next to climb.-Are you ok
I stroke Lailah's bottom under the covers and sigh. I feel like the luckiest fucking man in the fucking world.She's still asleep, her head resting on my ink-covered chest. I look at her profile, she looks like a doll. I need to take a shower, but she is so calm that I don't want to wake her up.I decide to carefully get out of bed and grab a towel before going to the bathroom.I have been successful. After five fucking months, I got it back. And hell, I couldn't be happier if it weren't for the fact that I only have two fucking options: make it right and risk something happening to her, or screw it up again knowing that Lailah will be protected. And we all know that I will always choose the option where Lailah comes out alive and unharmed, even if it indicates that I will never be able to have her again.I'm looking for Gigi's contact on my mobile. She is still saved as Queen G. I press it and wait for her to respond.-Azael?- she asks with surpri
I take another drink of water before laughing again.I admit that I had been locked in the room all day, trying to figure out what I feel about Azael right now, when reality has fallen on me. I hadn't even thought that I dropped out of school to rescue my mother, whom I miss so much and I don't know what situation she's in. I don't know what they could be doing with her and that has made me so mad that I couldn't help crying. That a person you appreciated as much as a parent can be, who you thought had died, can cause so much pain in your life and even try to kill you just for revenge I swear it is one of the worst feelings I have ever had. And when I am left alone, all that has taken its toll on me.Yes, I know that now I have changed and I am much stronger than before. Or so I try. But when I'm alone and I don't have to prove it to anyone, it's hard not to break down.Luckily, Phill was out shopping for donuts and stopped by to see if he want
I'm screwed up. Screwed.I can put my hand in the fire and swear I would never think that I could feel this way for just one person. Before having met her, of course. And yes, I'm talking about her. Lailah Gozt.Realizing that your whole life revolves around something you can't have hurt so much that you wonder why you are doing it. And in my case, I can't find an answer. And that makes me desperate.Because not only can I not have her, but I already did, and I lost her. And damn, I can't forgive that.Two knocks sound on the door and I blow smoke out of my lungs before speaking.-Fuck you, Scott. I already told you that I don't want you here.They play again and I jump up. Fucking asshole. This boy doesn't understand anything.I open the door with a poker face, when I am surprised to see Kya on the other side. And she doesn't seem very happy, to be honest, I would almost say that she looks at me as if I