"I really should," I agreed, apathetic. I wasn't in the mood for fights, but Becca's mother looked like an angry and wounded animal in front of me. "But I never thought she could suffer any consequences after the return of our relationship, Soph. Only we know what we really face together, and everything we promise to face. It's easy for you, looking from the outside, to say that kind of thing. It wasn't you who rescued her from a filthy place, where she was on the verge of death, and still had to drive away as many people as they wanted to take a piece of her and her traumatic history. I was there. Not you.”"You were there because it was your fault," accused Raphael, straight out of hell to torment me. I sighed. "You didn't save Becca out of love, but out of weight on your conscience. Everyone around her, be it her mother, her friends, and even me, knew that you two shouldn't have resumed. It was a matter of time for you to hurt her in some way. I just didn't think it would have been
For the first time in months, I had a dream that wouldn't make me cry when I woke up.Even if it was the kind of dream a lot, the one you never want to leave, I didn't feel terrible for opening my eyes and taking a deep breath. I didn't feel afraid to find the darkness or excessive light right on top of my head. I found myself in a white room and lying on a comfortable bed. In an environment whose smell was not rotten and I didn't even remember blood and urine.I woke up looking at the white ceiling, at the purity of the sunlight that entered through the open shutter, and at the yellow flowers that rested on the nightstand next to my bed. It was like still being inside my dream, which was in a very blue place and with the sea water touching my knees. It was like being back in life, although my head still buzzed with the confusion between the realities.My left arm was holding a serum pipe in my vein, and it was sore. The rest of the body didn't hurt. But even so, I could see the marks
Fred stood up before the second tear ran down my face, he approached the bed and leaned over, kissing my forehead and cheeks. It didn't hurt either, but the affection with which he touched that region that should certainly be hurt and swollen, moved me to the point of crying even more. When I found myself, I was already getting up and hugging Fred tightly, afraid that it was really a very good dream."I'm sorry, Becca," he said, in a fragile voice, failed. I was crying, I noticed before the tears wet my shoulder, where he touched his head, "I'm sorry for taking so long.”"I also feel," I spoke sincerely.And nothing that anyone else had said would have made me feel better than him. Only Fred understood that it wasn't good that I was back. That it was no reason to celebrate that I could still have enough conditions to identify the people who hurt me. Because having mental conditions to identify, also made me able to remember and relive all that, for all the days that still came.Fred u
"Have you been in therapy? " Becca asked, turning sideways in the hospital bed. "It looks like you're more depressed today than last week.”"It's just your impression, Becca," I spoke with a brief smile, but without humor. I left the book that was on my lap, and which she made a point of interrupting my reading aloud, and I settled in the armchair. "But I've been in therapy since your disappearance. It used to be every day of the week, since I wasn’t going to work either, but now I only had one appointment.”Becca opened her eyes with astonishment.“Because of me?”"No, dear. I just feel like I don’t need to go to a doctor anymore to feel better, I prefer to be with you.”Rebecca opened an equally dull smile, and looked away at the ceiling. A week had passed since he had returned. Seven days in which the press still camped in front of the hospital and tried to infiltrate in every way to have exclusive statements. The police were still unfolding to protect a building of more than twent
"Can you lie down here? “Rebecca asked, indicating the bed with one hand. “It’s cold today.”I got up, left the book in the armchair and approached the bed. It was too small. Even if I wasn't at my normal weight, Becca would be squeezed, and I had to choose the side where she didn't receive the serum to try to lie down. With a lot of cost and the audible creaking of the bed, I managed to drag myself to his side, covering us with the hospital blanket."Do you feel better now? “I asked softly.Rebecca made a gesture very similar to a shrug, but that sounded very discreetly."I think better is difficult. I feel good enough now. At least I’m warm and the cold terrifies me more than anything now.”My arm was on the side of her body, because I didn't want to put it in her belly and hurt her in any way. However, Rebecca moved until she stood in front of me, pulling the hose of her serum as much as possible. I was worried and mentioned speaking, but soon she fixed the medicine and remained in
"Becca, baby, I was so worried," my mother said, even before going through the door. She pushed Fred to the side and leaned over me on the bed, kissing my face on both sides and kneading me in a hug. She has always been a very careful woman, but she didn't care about my serum and the device that controlled my signals. He didn't even notice that Fred despaired for her carelessness. "Only God knows how much I prayed for you and how much I cried for you to get better soon.”"I imagine, mom," I said in a laughing tone, although I wasn't happy at all that day. I had barely slept. My eyes were still swollen. The nurse had given me a dose of painkillers because I complained of stomach pain. And Fred looked even worse than me, with his hair unkempt and dark circles almost reaching his cheeks. "But now everything is fine. I'm back, and I don't intend to disappear anytime soon. Don't worry about me.”Raphael, my childhood best friend, opened a serene smile. He didn't seem so worried, exactly as
"Cause even more paranoia in a patient with clear stress, is cruel," Fred, nervous. My mother turned to him, ready for the fight. For her bad luck, Fred was already more than without patience, and he wouldn't leave it cheap. "Becca was missing, we all looked for her, we all had the same answer for months. I didn't find her because I paid more, but by effort, alone. I don't need you to offend me in front of her, Sophie. Enough of this story. Becca needs care, silence and as little stress as possible. All you're doing is remembering where she was and who she was with. She can't go through this again.”"And you're the one who determines that? "My mother asked, moving away from bed. I felt my heart accelerate in a weird way, and discreetly, I pressed the button that called the nurse. "She's my daughter, Friederich. MY DAUGHTER, before it's anything of yours. And you deprived me of information and news for months. You were guilty and keep insisting on pushing me away. And the person who is
As expected, Becca was not discharged.She was still having trouble curing herself from infections, she was still weak and having increasingly strong anxiety crises. By medical recommendation, we transferred her to my family's home, where she would have both the support of my grandfather "experienced medical clinician" and Pauline, my cousin Ethan's nurse and girlfriend, as well as someone with whom Becca already had a certain familiarity.I don't need to say how much Becca's mother freaked out when she heard the news. We knew that sooner or later she would get into trouble and involve a lawyer throughout history. So, as far as I understood, there was a promise of a lawsuit being opened against me, just because, according to Sophie's words, I was depriving her of being close to her daughter.Becca, in turn, always made it clear to everyone "including the police" that she was in a position to say what she would or would not like to be done in the face of her hospitalization. When the d
I had woken up all sweaty and panting. I had had a nightmare like that.I found myself again in that terrible basement, and the smell was so putrid that my nose burned. The men who tortured me had faces. They were well-known men. Some good, others naturally bad. And they knew me too. They smiled when they tortured me, they screamed and laughed. And I, sitting in that chair, just wanted them to be fast, because I needed to sleep and wake up in a good place.There were days when nightmares didn't happen, but lately, they were constant. So, when I woke up in panic, I didn't need to count my fingers. I simply looked out the window and saw the landscape moving, felt the soft swing of the bed, and looked in the direction of the portraits that were glued to the walls so as not to run the risk of falling. I saw the child smiling with teeth still being born, with blond hair fluttering through the wind, and eyes similar to his father's. So I knew I wasn't dreaming.That day, I got up and looked
When I finally got to the hospital, I learned that even Tyler was fine. My mother was in a panic, but taking care of Madeleine, who seemed to be a reality show star who had just had one night like that. Raphael was with Becca's mother, because his family was still on their way to Seattle. Meanwhile, whether she wanted to or not, Rebecca was only accompanied by Pauline. My cousin's girlfriend left the room when I arrived, throwing me what seemed to be her first look of pleasure. I was surprised, but I thought it was just an effect of the madness of that day.“How are you? “I asked Rebecca.She was sitting on the bed, with her hands crossed on her lap and staring at the emptiness."I'm fine, just trying to absorb.”"Do you want to know his reasons? “I asked.Becca denied it with her head."I know they will never be enough. I've never done anything against him. And I should never have gone through what I went through.”Becca's voice became trembling at the end of her sentence, and I felt
Madeleine and Raphael were really at the place where Finley had sent me, but unfortunately the damn Donovan had set traps around the place. That day seemed to be the day I would die, or that the son of a bitch planned to be my end, but it wasn't. Luckily, or perhaps because they got tired of being incompetent, the police did their job of protecting me before I reached the destination that was supposed to be my end.As they found me, it would take me a while to know that it was because Mark was tracking me clandestinely. The damn investigator was suspicious of my steps "he still had that ridiculous idea that me or my sister were behind Joana's murder and trying to cover everything up," and that's what ensured that he would send a car to the scene. But I found out about the bombs in the worst possible way, watching the death of more innocents.If he were put on a paper, that day, Donovan would take at least a life sentence for the amount of deaths he had caused. In fact, it was those de
"Why are you doing this? "I asked in desperation, knowing that my voice would come out absurdly loud on the phone. "Madeleine never did anything against anyone. Raphael doesn't deserve any of this. If you want me, come pick me up.”“Oh, no, dog. I can't. Did you forget that you put me in jail? "He made fun of him, giggling. "And don't do so much drama, you just have to choose a name, and then it ends. At least that part, since I have some surprises for you after that.”"How the hell are you calling me if you're still stuck?”"I have some privileges.”"And how are you planning things if you can't get out of there?”"I'm still just the spokesman, dog," he said, looking so comfortable on the phone, that I swore I would be sitting with my legs up, and not in a police phone booth. It was outrageous that he had time for that kind of thing. I was outraged, but I couldn't prove it. "And I'm calling so you can decide which of your close friends should survive. Think about it, I could very well
"Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here? "I besieged no one in particular, and I didn't even have an answer, because everyone was giving priority to surround me and try to take me safely to the car. Unfortunately, many of my security guards were being hit at that act. Everything to keep me alive, because the intention of the men who opened fire on us was simply to kill me. "How could this be happening?”"Stay behind me, boss," Tyler asked, shooting mercilessly at men who didn't even bother to wear masks, since they were really planning to end my life that day. "We were betrayed in some way.”Betrayed because only my team knew where I was going or coming throughout my day, and that team was carefully chosen to maintain the secrecy of my routine. And if those people were linked to my number one enemy, or to the gangs that wanted my blood every day, they were there, then that meant that someone from inside had passed on the news. In the midst of chaos, I felt my cell phone vi
"But how can I have my period normally? "I asked in despair, my eyes could barely see the test lines in Pauline's hand. I leaned even more against the door, ending up sitting on the floor. Suddenly, my stomach seemed not to know what its function was, and I felt extremely nauseous and with blurred views. “Pauline, that can't be true. Fred and I are barely having sex... I mean, we are, but not as often as before. In addition, pain remedies and antibiotics are too strong for a pregnancy to happen. The doctors told me about it in the hospital. In fact, they made it very clear that due to the lack of menstruation, I wouldn't ovulate. That's why Fred and I rely so much on not using any condoms, since I couldn't use the pill either. This is simply impossible to happen.”"But you told me that your period is in a much smaller flow and on irregular days," said Pauline, tilting her head lightly. I hadn't even noticed that she was sitting next to me, staring at the test as if he were the child h
"What is your real doubt? " Pauline asked, separating my medicines by schedules inside plastic coconuts."Well, I have several, especially about this virus," I explained after a long sigh. "I don't feel well, I had to end the self-defense class earlier today. I just wanted to lie down and be silent for as long as possible, but someone is always coming in to know how I am and if I'm still alive. I don't want to do anything in my life today. I think this is a very serious symptom.”Pauline laughed, moving away from the nightstand where she had put the medicines of the day. She only offered me a glass of water and baking soda, because I had complained about a strange feeling in the mouth of her stomach. It wasn't nausea or heartburn, but something so weird that I just wanted to lie down and complain all day.Moura didn't like that I had said I couldn't stand the stride of a full class, and left grumbling with Elijah who didn't know why he put her in situations of training people who didn
August Spencil was the dumbest man I've ever had the displeasure of meeting on the face of the earth.The worst part was knowing that he had some shares of my company and claimed to be a partner, but if everything depended on him, I would be bankrupt before sunset. I didn't know how Maddie had dealt with him in recent months, but I was already planning to buy a new car for her in thanks, because putting up with August was not an easy job for anyone. The man had such big shitty ideas that he couldn't take it seriously."It's just that you're not listening to me, Fred," said August, for what seemed to be the thousandth time. And I wished I wasn't in that car with him, I wished I wasn't going on a two-hour trip with him, and that I didn't have the blessed idea of giving a ride to that asshole. But no matter how big my will was, I couldn't make time come back. "I've already said that Canadians are trying to pass us back. They are almost infiltrating people in our company, just to know wha
The months seemed to pass absurdly quickly. In the blink of an eye, two of them passed by. Two months in which Elide remained trapped and saying that he would only recognize his accomplice if he heard his voice. The men who tortured me kept silent. They did not have lawyers, unlike Elide, who hired only the best of the entire state. Fred was also committed to listening to what Elide had to say, so he continually visited her on the days when the police tried to interrogate her.Meanwhile, my health improved, at least, on the one hand. Around two weeks before, I started to feel tired and with a ringing in my ear that didn't pass at all. I visited medical specialists, and everyone said the same thing: that it was probably something emotional, that there were no infections and no reasons for me to get so upset with that strange sound inside a single ear. The point is that I barely slept at night, and in the morning, I woke up very early to train with Elijah and Moura.Moura was a former s