DAVINA
"Are you crying."
It wasn't a question, yet I denied it.
"I have to go. " I said as soon as I received the rest of the money.
"I know you, Davina " Timmy gripped my arm gently but hard enough to make me stop and look at him.
" Your impression. I muttered, already regretting having asked for his help."
"I doubt."
"We were friends, remember? I know every part of you. " One of the guys who was passing by and overheard the last bit of the conversation, let go The lascivious laughter, whistling and joking. I get angry and pull the arm.
Without looking back, I leave Timmy talking to himself. Got enough shit in my truck to worry about your feelings today, who knows, never. I go down the slope running, almost tripping over half a dozen balls of plastic scattered across the floor, balancing me at the last second.
"It has to be Davina "one of the boys growls, I think it's the son of a bitch madam Sirilla, the grocery box where grandma buys most of her ingredients. I shoot him a look that should make him cry and run home, but it doesn't. Screw this. These kids are all covered in confidence and lack of pulse.
"Still." I say a little before tap dancing on top of the marbles and scattering them further." Thank me later." I blink at the second boy and a frown forms on his face.
"I was winning!" he protested sand shrug.
Oops.
"I went."
When I cross the front door, mom throws herself in my arms already with tears in my eyes and I almost lose my balance. Part of me wants to pretend I don't know anything, but the other part, the one that always wins, chooses to wipe the tears of the woman who gave her life and apologize.
She gives me a confused look, though. She runs the back of her hand across her cheeks and shakes her head from side to side.
"What are you talking about, Davina? Why this apology?"
"Mommy…"
"Look what I found!" dad comes out screaming from inside, swing, arm raised high while holding up an envelope." Your daughter's mindless had the courage to leave a letter!"shouts straight to his wife.
"Don't talk about her like that!" mom replies, earning a disapproving look from her, husband, who shakes his head with clear displeasure.
"The daughter is mine too, Christie." Its tone is quiet, but so bitter that it leaves a bad taste in the mouth. For a step to intervene, positioning myself between them without them noticing." Although I failed to create it." Dad speaks, and I'm the only one to hear the sadness in his words.
The last part was said guiltily, too.
"You always judged my girl."she declares in a voice choked with tears, resentment seeping into every word.
I push away the bad feeling that wants to dominate my chest and let out a sigh.
"Pryia is an adult, Christie. Her mistake was running her hand over her head when she needed a concealer.
Mum ignores him and grabs the paper from his hand before I have a chance to lighten the mood by discarding the envelope and unwrapping the letter, she whispers the words with an expression that goes from hope to pain very quickly.
"Mother." I try to approach, touching his shoulder cautiously. Her last tests showed nothing wrong with her health, but after years of fighting cancer, all I can do is feel the fear of losing her.
A reflection of the child Davina
"Baby."she touches my face." Your sister…" I don't allow it to end, I wrap my arms around his neck and I rub the palm of my hand on your backs.
"I am here." I talk.
Fluttering a string of curse words, Dad steps in and snatches the paper from her hands.
A long gap of time passes as he reads the words of Pryia, in fact, I get the feeling he's been reading and rereading and memorizing every line. When his eyes finally meet mine, there's nothing there.
No anger.
No heartache.
Anything.
And that just worries me more.
Then shovel father of Then evil and raspy laugh The Letter without saying a word.
"Edmund!"mom jumps out of my arms and lunges at him before I can contain it.
"No."he says, eyes locked on hers." As of today, we only have one daughter.
His statement is like drowning again, my breath is gone, and I can almost feel my lungs coming apart.
It turns out that my feet are still on the ground and no one will come to my rescue this time.
Then the worst happens, he finally sees me.
"Davina "I just scowled back." Don't let me down like your sister.
And so, with just one sentence, my father defeated all my dreams.
However, and l It is leaves before I can answer, leaving me alone with Mom. And his intense pain.
"Did someone start the third war?" Grandma appears beside me, sizing her up from head to toe." I bet it was those...
"Momeeee! M-My daughter left."
Out of the corner of her eye, Granny looks for help, but can't reason at the moment to explain the mess your eldest granddaughter made and how deeply she ruined my life.
"I am really sorry." I whisper before running as fast as possible, better run.
I run until I can't see the house where I grew up.
I run to, my feet hurt.
I run to leave the hill.
Via Rose St has always been the limit where we people without so many zeros in our bank accounts could pass. That was always a clear reminder with all the luxury stores and high-end buildings on the other side, but my sister and I used to break the rules and mingle growing up, we'd laugh and pretend we belonged to a rich family.
It never worked.
Our clothes were too plain, unbranded and almost always wrinkled.
Over the years I realized I couldn't pass for one of them and stopped going.
My sister never did, and I gave in to her petty actions, letting her carry on acting and pretending not to realize how far he was from his essence, from who he really was by an illusion.
Now she's gone, and I'll have to patch up all the gaps myself.
Like our parents' marriage.
I rub my hands on my thighs, massaging the muscles as I appreciate how far I am from home and the irony of running straight here. My lips are dry from overexertion, and I'm not even close to relieving the anger building up in my chest.
"How can she?"I shout, taking advantage of the little movement in the well-equipped square.
"And what did she do?" I jump back at the sound of the voice, accidentally bumping into its owner.
"Beloved father." I speak with my hand on my chest.
The guy arches an eyebrow.
"Are you religious?"question and snort.
"Religion is for the undecided, I have faith. Many." I speak, then realize I've just explained myself to a stranger and stop." Need to go."
"Will not you answer me?"
I stop my steps, then look over my shoulder and wait.
"What did she do?" he repeats, the interested tone bringing a strange comfort.
I appraise the guy from head to toe, slowly and appreciatively, until he clears his throat and blushes. His eyes remind me of a rainy day, gray and menacing, but the rest is like the ideal movie prince standard. Yuck.
"She left." I declare, and something changes in his expression.
Almost as if he was satisfied with the answer.
"I wish I had that choice." say, then turns around and walks away.
Surprise.
Surprise.
He enters the most luxurious building.
Cliche shit.
I walk to the nearest wooden bench and sit facing the horizon, when the sun disappears, I decide to go back home.
Bad choice. The weather is as bad as ever.
Mom still looks like she needs something strong to settle down, and Grandma looks ten years older. However, the only one who notices me is daddy, but he's no better than them, though try to demonstrate the opposite and fins pin who doesn't care,I can feel his broken soul in the way he quickly avoids my gaze for too long.
"Hey."I touch the shoulder of him with mine. " How is she?"
"Alive." is all he says before handing the glass of water and pill in my hand and walking out the same door I just came in. I don't think much about the drug's function before directing it at Mom and watching her drink it.
"My head hurts."she complains, not looking at the emptiness in front of you and then granny goes to the little suitcase we keep all the over-the-counter drugs in the pharmacy and takes out a box open.
"Give me that."grandma points to the half-full glass in Mom's hand, and I hand it to her.
"Isn't it amazing?" he asks when he sees two pills in his hand.
"These are weak." he mutters, swallowing the two round pills before I can protest and do something about it.
Almost ten minutes later, Mum still complains of a headache and repeats Pryia's name over and over while Grandma tells her to shut up.
I loved my sister, but I hated her right now. Hated how sad she made Mom.
Deep down, I knew that Pryia wasn't solely to blame for our family's unhappiness. It was his fault.
The ghost.
The boyfriend who didn't want to assume her and made her feel inferior. Anger burned through my veins along with the pounding of my heart, and I knew, somehow, that I needed revenge.
GUTEMBERG (Ghost) Every government has laws. Every crime has a purpose. Every society has rules. It's pure logic, we're just so obsessed with the idea of freedom that we don't see the obvious. We are still the same. Turns out it's so much more, It's easy to pretend there's no control. The laws in the criminal world are simple, but here there is a crown, a prickly and bloody, an ammo belt under the head, and each decision is minimally thought out to cause the smallest impact. Which also means that the king's orders must be obeyed. I clear my throat, scratching the back of my neck as Timmy cleans his pistol. As if last night never existed. "Are you well?"he asks with a smile provocative on the lips, glad enough to make me opine how many times has he participated in torture. Many must be the answer. For someone like Timmy, born and raised in the community, episodes of violence come naturally. But no for me. I try not to look like I'm about to puke just looking at all the blood al
GUTEMBERGI slide the gate bolt slowly, checking over my shoulder to see if any lights have come on since I locked the front door, when I realize they haven't, I let out a sigh of relief and look down. I stare at my bare, dirty feet, then scenes from last night explode inside my head and the smell of blood hits me.The blood is stuck to my clothes and skin, a clear note of what I've done.In my right hand, my phone vibrates non-stop.I crush the urge to answer the call and throw the device away, it hits the wall and falls to the floor.My parents have an important place in society, a place inherited from my father's family, a place my mother will never relinquish, a position I have never had the option of denying. To all the important people in San Diego, I am Gutemberg Ramsey, a promising lawyer with a penchant for dangerous sports, fast romances and a born activist. To the underprivileged part of West City, a place we call the Hill, I'm the right-hand man of the local drug dealer.
DAVINAThe blanket I chose earlier today, the same one I've been using since I was thirteen and welcomed as a favorite after Grandma confessed that she sewed it herself, barely covers the bed, leaving a third of the mattress exposed. The thing is, I refuse to change the blanket and get a new one.Even with the bedroom door locked, I can hear my parents arguing, every day they find a new reason to fight, even if the reason is something silly like leaving the orange peel in the sink. It's nonsense, we all know that Mom blames Dad for Pryia's departure. Another piece of nonsense. My sister has always hated this place and was going to leave sooner or later, it just happened to be soon enough to drive Mom crazy.I throw myself back on the bed, drowning among the lined pillows. My sister used to tease me about this as a child, pointing out how strange I was for having so many pillows around me that there was no room left for me on the mattress.The memory makes me look away, at her empty, t
DAVINA'' Mrs. Carter? One minute, please.''I freeze in place, my breathing wavering when I hear his footsteps behind me.He shouldn't be talking to me here, not when we're alone. Someone might notice.'' What? '' I ask, but my voice is so low and hoarse that it's more like a grunt.Tom looks around before closing the distance between us, then when he's sure there's no one near, his fingers touch my cheek and lips.'' I missed you this weekend." His tone is sweet, so sweet that I want to smile, but I can't. He and I aren't going to happen anymore. It's not going to happen anymore.'' And your fiancée? '' a wrinkle appears between his eyebrows and his body tenses, but all he does is shake his head. I still hoped he would deny it.'' I don't love her.'''' She's expecting you, baby. '' I accuse, pulling away from his touch.'' Yes, she set me up. I'm going to marry her just to give my daughter a family. ''I wrinkle my nose.'' Fine, then go back to her and stay away from me.'''' No,
GUTEMBERGMy eyes flick towards Timmy and I focus on the tattoo on his neck, it's just a number, an eight, but he's never explained the meaning to anyone. The two of us are having yet another argument over it, his little protégé and my newest obsession.If he only knew what I know about his little darling."You're the one who keeps talking about her. "I reply, and his jaw clenches. He's one step away from hitting me in the face, the only thing stopping him is his weakened state.I was having fun with our little debate until he started talking about my other name, not the real one, the one no one here should hear."Shut the fuck up! There is no Phantom here, only Gutemberg." Remember that, no one can know about my other life.I'm sure he can see that he's crossed a line, but there will be no apologies. I can see in his eyes that he will do anything to get me away from Davina, including blackmailing me. Likewise, I need to think about all my future steps from here. I still want to make
DAVINA I shouldn't drink. At least, I shouldn't drink anything alcoholic before I was the right age. The thing is, I needed a drink. A lot. The conversation I had with Timmy three days ago in hospital both terrified me and created a certain hope, which is crazy, since he made me promise to stay away from Gutemberg Ramsey under threat, yes, Gutemberg Ramsey, I say his full name because he's not there, in fact, I've repeated his name countless times since I found out, and I don't intend to stop. He could also be a Ghost, considering I'd never seen him before that day in the hospital, and I've never been so scared in someone's presence. Scared and on all fours. I nearly had a heart attack when he opened the bedroom door and I fell to my knees on the floor in the most humiliating position. Urgh. Unbelievable. I rest my eyes on the three blinking dots on the cell phone Sissy has been typing on since I told her about my sister's ex leading a double life. I wasn't sure I was going to t
DAVINA I'm so immersed in the conversation with Sissy that I only notice the confusion around me when it's too late. My mom yells at my dad, defending Pryia and blaming him, again, the chaotic news is that he responds with the same intensity. I almost reach for my headphones before she sends him away from the house screaming.In an instant, I jump out of bed and hurry into the living room to avoid a bigger disaster.I'm also reaching my limit with them, it's like my parents have been replaced by beings from another planet. Before Priya left, I don't remember witnessing fights between them, in fact, they barely communicated beyond what was necessary. I think their marriage wasn't going well and my sister's sudden departure was the trigger."What are you doing?" All the neighbors will hear it!"Stay out of it, Davina. My father grumbled, looking disoriented. As I approached him, I realized why. He was drunk, something that was becoming more and more frequent."Your father lost all
GUTEMBERGI ran my finger down the page of the book one last time, memorizing the final sentence and reflecting on it for a second before saying goodbye to the story.If anyone asks me, I don't like books. A lie I've invented and reinvented several times to erase the memory of an altruistic and loving mother who no longer exists. For the gossip sites, I'm the stripped-down and adventurous heir. For the members and brothers of the faction I'm part of, I'm the shadow, the blade, the Ghost. Most of them don't know where I came from or what my real role is, but they all look for me.But in my room, I'm a lover of contemporary novels. It all started with biographies, then adventure and mystery books, then somehow I stumbled across novels.I rest my head on the pillow and retrieve my cell phone from between the sheets. As soon as it lights up, Midnight's name appears. He wants me to go back to the Hill and deal with his new pet, Aaron Taylor. I say a huge no, because I'm not a bloody babysi
GUTEMBERGMy apartment was too quiet. The only thing that broke the silence was the sound of the city lights coming through the windows, illuminating the white marble and the perfect lines of the kitchen. It was the kind of place that should make someone feel on top of the world. To me, lately, it just seemed empty. My sister wasn't there. Again. Her room was dark when I passed by, and something told me that she had gone to our parents' house. This bothered me more than I wanted to admit. Not that I could blame her, they can be persuasive when they want to be.''Are you going to tell me what the hell that was all about last night, or am I going to have to get the truth out of you? '' Vincent's voice broke through my thoughts.He was leaning against the bench, with that casual air he always carried, but his eyes... His blue eyes were dark, almost gray
DAVINAInside Aaron's car, with the radio playing some pop song I didn't recognize, I tried to ignore the throbbing in my temple. After all, bad days happen, but mine seemed especially committed to not ending.''Thanks for getting me out of that idiot's clutches. It was stupid of me to stay after class to talk to you '' I said, letting out a slow breath, still remembering Tom's pretentious smile.Aaron snorted, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. ''You should situate the guy. He's a teacher, one complaint, and he'll be off your back in no time.''I turned my head, arching an eyebrow. ''I'm not going to ruin anyone's life, Aaron. Besides, a student having an affair with a rich teacher? You know who's going to be the villain in this story.''
DAVINAMy throat tightened, and the world around me seemed to crumble once again.The classroom seemed more suffocating than ever. Every second seemed to drag by, but my mind was elsewhere. I tried to concentrate on the muffled sound of the rain outside, but all I could do was go back to the problems at home. My father, the debts, Timmy. It was a weight that seemed to pull me under. Our family already owed money to Gutemberg, did my father really need to dig deeper and make new problems?''Davina! ''Tom's firm voice cut through my thoughts.I looked up and stared at him, not hiding my annoyance. He looked at me as if I were a personal challenge that he was determined to overcome.''Are you here, or do you prefer to keep wandering around in your own head?''I felt the whole room
DAVINAThe sky was beginning to lighten when I decided to leave. I didn't want to be there when Timmy came back. Facing that half-debauched, half-shy smile as we tried to ignore what had happened... no, I wasn't ready for that. In fact, I was trying not to think about it, but it was no use.Every step I took seemed to echo with memories of the kiss. The taste of him was still in my mouth, and the sensation of his touch... it just wouldn't leave my head. It was a mixture of warmth and chaos that I didn't know how to deal with. The way he held my face, the way his fingers seemed to want to say what words could not.I took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on the sound of my footsteps on the wet sidewalk. The rain had stopped, and the stree
TIMMYLeaving her behind made me angry. I should have stayed, made up an excuse that would convince Midnight and cause the rest of the guys to empathize, and stayed. But no, I had to take the call and abandon her warm, soft body. Davina is stubborn, hard-headed and full of ideas of revenge. And me, well... I'm a coward for trying to protect her from afar. But I know that this dirty side of life will only destroy her, and I can't allow that.Now, here I am, in the old plastic shed, waiting to hear Aaron's plan. Part of me wants to pick a fight with someone and get sent home, just to finish what I started with her, instead of getting stuck deeper and deeper in this hole with these guys.The smell of rust and mildew surrounds me as my footsteps echo on the crumbling floor. In the dark, I can barely see the shadows of the others, but I recognize the sound of heavy boots. Gutemberg.''T
TIMMYLeaving her behind made me angry. I should have stayed, made up an excuse that would convince Midnight and cause the rest of the guys to empathize, and stayed. But no, I had to take the call and abandon her warm, soft body. Davina is stubborn, hard-headed and full of ideas of revenge. And me, well... I'm a coward for trying to protect her from afar. But I know that this dirty side of life will only destroy her, and I can't allow that.Now, here I am, in the old plastic shed, waiting to hear Aaron's plan. Part of me wants to pick a fight with someone and get sent home, just to finish what I started with her, instead of getting stuck deeper and deeper in this hole with these guys.The smell of rust and mildew surrounds me as my footsteps echo on the crumbling floor. In the dark, I can barely see the shadows of the others, but I recognize the sound of heavy boots. Gutemberg.''Timmy," he calls, his voice low and rough, but I don'
DAVINA'' What are you watching? ''I asked, sitting down next to him. He gave me a sideways glance and pushed the bowl of popcorn onto my lap. I grabbed a handful and shoveled it into my mouth.'' Quiet, this is the best part.''I rolled my eyes, identifying the grotesque movie by the scene.The movie had barely started, and I could already feel the tension in the air. Halloween, a classic that Timmy loved, was playing on the TV in front of me. I pretended to be completely calm, but the truth was that horror movies always made me nervous, especially the ones he loved. The high''pitched sounds, the tense soundtrack... my stomach churned.Sitting next to him on the sofa, I pulled the blanket over me, trying to hide my discomfort. He was so focused that he barely blinked.'' You really love this thing, don't you?" I muttered, giving a smile to lighten the mood.He gave a crooked smile without taking his eyes off
DAVINAThe room was dark, and it took a while for my eyes to identify where I was. It was only in the dim light coming from the open window, through which lightning occasionally illuminated the space, that I identified Timmy's room. The simple decoration, without much identity, with only a banner on the wall of some strange horror movie, was different from his children's room, which was decorated by walls with hearts and children's drawings, since he shared the space with his younger sister. I looked at the clock on the bedside table, realizing that I had only slept for forty minutes.The shirt he'd given me was wrapped around my waist, and I was also wearing one of his underpants, a purchase I'd made myself from one of his drawers. I pulled the soft fabric of his shirt up to my nose and the smell of him invaded me. It was a comforting sensation, but also a dangerous one. I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror for a moment, my still damp hair falling around my shoulder
DAVINAThe square was deserted. Not even the sound of a breeze dared to break the silence. The yellowish lights of the streetlamps cast long, restless shadows, distorting the outline of the benches and sparse trees. My heart beat like a muffled storm. I looked at him with hatred. Ghost. That nickname came to mind as naturally as the contempt I felt. If Gutemberg had disappeared with my sister, then now I would disappear with his peace.I crouched down, clutching the shard of glass I'd found on the ground earlier. Just one blow to the rearview mirror... that's all, I kept repeating in my head. The thought of destroying something of his ignited a dark rage that I tried to control.But before I could act, I heard the familiar sound of a car door opening. It descended slowly, as if waiting for something. His silhouette stood out against the streetlamp, tall and calm. He always seemed to be in control, always one step ahead, as if I were the rebellious girl he could ignore. This irritated m