Tears poured from her eyes. It was hard to breathe. Her heart was racing, but she felt life escaping her body. She could not believe, once again, Alan's shadow was hurting her. Her past came back, like a voracious beast, trying to destroy the happiness she had worked so hard to rebuild.
She dried her tears in anger and headed towards the room. She picked her clothes off the floor and got dressed. She needed to get out.
Remembering the look in Dominik's eyes made her heart split in two. IT was charged with disappointment and he wouldn't even let hr explain herself. That hurt. Even more than all those horrible memories.
«How did they even know?», she wondered.
The people who knew she went to Narconon were Teresa and Carlos.
She opened her eyes in awe, contemplating the possibilities.
«Carlos».
She felt rage taking over her. He had betrayed her because she rejected him. She was feeling a mix of sadness and anger, and, it certainly, did not feel good.
She left the hotel fast as she could and took a taxi.
Samanta went into the coffee shop in a rush, carrying the magazine with her.
“You're late, Samanta” commented Gordon when he saw her.
“Where is Carlos?” She asked, without even looking at her boss.
“Something wrong?
“Where is Carlos?” She repeated the question.
“In the back, in the stockroom.”
“Good” She said, heading where Gordon had indicated.
Carlos, when he saw her, smiled.
“Hey, Sam! Good morning, I wanted to apologize about yesterday…”
“YOU RESENTFUL SON OF A BITCH” she snapped.
“What?” Carlos opened his eyes, surprised from the insult.
“Drop your idiot number, it doesn't fit you. I know it was you” Samanta threw the magazine at him, and it hit on his chest.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You couldn't take not being love back the way you wanted me to. You didn't have to go tell the press everything.
“Sam, I have no idea what you mean.
“It was you, Carlos, you, apart from Teresa, knew. She would never tell that to anybody —Sam was pissed.
Carlos looked at the magazine and his eyes were filled with surprise.
“Oh God! That was not me. I would never do such a thing.
“Give me a good reason to believe you —she demanded.
“Ok, it's true, I do have unrequited feelings for you, but … For crying out loud, Samanta! We're friends since we were 12. I know you like the back of my hand, We've been together through good and bad. Why would you even think I could do such a thing?
“If it wasn't you, then… Who?”
“What do I know! Alan?”
“Alan doesn't know I went to Narconon. The article is very specific. God! They even mention the substance.”
“I don't know, but it does seem suspicious he comes back around and suddenly, this?”
“What are you implying?”
“I don't know, Sam, I can't even think clearly.”
“Guys?” They both turned towards the door, where Gordon was. “I think you would want to see this” he said.
Sam and Carlos came out of the stockroom, following Gordon.
On the screen Gordon had set up for the customers to watch while they enjoyed their nice drinks, they were watching the World Cup games, they could watch a fruity man and a blonde lady chatting on the latest discoveries on the magazine Sam still carried in her hand.
“Shut it down” asked Carlos. He turned to Samanta. “I will find out whom it was. I promise.”
“What's going on, guys?” Inquired Gordon.
“Long story. Remember Samanta was dating…”
“Is” she clarified.
“What?” Carlos frowned.
“That's a story for another time” she said, waving her hand.
Gordon kept looking from Sam to Carlos. He was lost.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, people started coming in with cameras and microphones. Scavengers, trying to profit from the latest scandal. In a matter of seconds, a crowd of reporters and paparazzi surrounded Sam, Carlos and Gordon.
“What the hell is this?” Yelled the manager.
A stream of flashes blinded them.
“Is Dominik aware of this?” Said somebody.”
“Did you know he holds a radical stand against drugs?” Commented someone else.
“What can you say about this?” Questions came and went.
Carlos held Samanta by her arm and tried to cover her with his body.
“Let's go, Sam. I'll help you out of here.”
He was willing to ignore all the stupid questions and take Samanta to a place away from everybody, but one of those questions made his blood boil.
“How long since you last did drugs, Samanta?”
Carlos turned around, glared at the jerk who asked such question and, with a punch in the nose, made him drop on the floor.
More and more pictures.
Samanta was petrified from her friend's reaction. Carlos was the most peaceful person she knew. She had never seen him mad.
“Let's get out of here” he said, putting his hand behind her back, covering her from the cameras.
“Who is this? Your other boyfriend? Your lover? Another former addict?” Many more questions were shot at them as they went away.
They got on a taxi as fast as they could, as soon as they were moving, Samanta gave her friend a big hug, and bursted in tears.
He walked and walked and walked. -He could not figure out what he was feeling. He had a whirlwind of feelings in his chest, he was about to cry. Not there, in the middle of the street.People came and went, they didn't even look, albeit his fancy clothes, the same outfit he wore last night for his dinner with Karol.How could he be feeling so bad?How could he tell Samanta about his phobia towards people who used narcotics or drugs, without hurting her feelings?What should he do to deal with the internal struggle he had going on, jeopardizing his morals and his feelings for Samanta?He sat on a bench to think.No one seemed to realize he was there. For the first time in his life, he felt invisible and it was very refreshing although, weird.He put his hands on his head in frustration.Was he going to let go of the woman he had experienced love for the first time ever, who gave him all those great feelings? A woman who made him reach Nirvana between moans and sweet kisses. Was he goin
Carlos stayed in silence on the whole way home, listening to Samanta. He knew how badly she needed to vent, the past two weeks had been complete madness. A little bit of everything happened. Starting with the fact that she met one of the most admirable footballers of all time, and not only that, she had a sentimental relationship with him. On top of that, her ex-boyfriend, the man who marked her life, returned. She wondered if Teresa knew about that. If she wasn't, he wouldn't be the one to tell her. That would be another problem to add to the pile. To top it all off, those damn scavengers dug in her trash, bringing back out all that crap Samanta thought was long forgotten.Thinking of all of this made him feel guilty he confessed. Unwillingly, he had become one of the reasons Samanta was now crying.«Poor thing. It's been too much for her», he thought.The taxi stopped in front of Samanta's house, wasting no time, they got off the car.When they came into the house, Teresa welcomed t
His eyes wandered between the clouds in the beautiful American sky. This went on for almost one hour, he was only thinking. The horizon passed before his eyes, and he seemed to not care.Two days went by without hearing from Samanta, that made him very cranky, also, all those tedious norms he had to keep up with to avoid suspension for any additional time.As soon as he arrived to Santa Clara, Friedrich rushed him to the conference hall at the local Hilton, where the German Football Federation along with the team to discuss certain aspects of the players' behavior. Specifically, Dominik. Threats were very clear. Weigand would be suspended for the rest of the season if he committed another fault against the team. Although Friedrich and Ewald tried to mediate between the players and the board, but they still suspended him for a game.That same day he attended the corresponding practice, where he did double the usual workout as long as he could prove Ewald what he could do when it came t
3 days ago.It was 1pm and Samanta was sitting on a couch drinking some iced tea while she stared at the two suit cases sitting by the door. She let out a sigh and put her cup on the table. She took the note she had such a hard time writing last night. Teresa stuck to watching her in silence.Undoubtedly, this was a tough call to make. Although she had made it a long time ago, a variant came into the equation, making her doubt even her own decisions.Her feelings for Dominik were intense, considering the time they had known each other. Things happened too fast, and, although she felt terrible by the way it ended, she did not regret anything. She enjoyed every second of it.“I don't get it” Teresa stood up and walked up to her little sister. “You should be so happy. Yet, you're so sad” she ran her hand through Samanta's brown hair.“I am happy. Very” Sam opened her eyes, faking excitement.“Cut the crap. I heard you last night. You were crying.”“Tears of joy!”“Samanta” Teresa gave he
Dominik turned around feeling defeated. How could a couple plain words make him feel so miserable? It was beyond him how he was still standing, feeling as he was, like he was dying.None the less, there were no tears. No wailing, no complaining. He swallowed his pain like a champion.«It is over», he said to himself. «I lost her forever ».“Dominik” Carlos' voice made him stop and turn back to him.I need him to know I love him and what I am doing is for both our sakes. Can you hand it over to him?Samanta's request replayed in Carlos' mind, almost like she was his consciousness.«The letter». He thought of giving it to him.“What is up?” Inquired Dom.“Good luck on your next game” responded Carlos, deciding not to hand over the letter he got from Samanta.Dominik turned around and walked away from that place that had given him so many memories, and it gave him such a strange feeling. It was almost as if somebody was putting their hand in his chest and squeezed his heart. However, tea
El Cairo, Egypt.Days went by, one after the next and Samanta seemed to have found the peace she so much needed. She took refuge in her history books, between her Latin class and that spectacular world that offered endless opportunities.In just one week, she made a couple of friends, among whom, her roommate, Charlotte, or as Sam called her, Charlie. They got along so well, starting with how talkative Charlotte was, crazy and peculiarly good at ancient languages.Among her new group of friends, there were also Amir and Maher, the Mobarek twins. Amir was a very intelligent and dedicated boy, good-looking, the typical local beauty with deep, green eyes that made Samanta nervous to even look at.To Amir, Samanta was not irrelevant, from the first time he saw her, he noticed her innate innocence, the kind you no longer find in a woman from the New World.On the other side, there was also his sister Maher. Identical twins, but she was his exact opposite. She was care-free, a little absent
“We have here the two teams who have proven to deserve to bring the Cup home” said one of the commentators. “An undefeated Spain who classified as top of their group.”“Without a doubt, a relentless team who have done a great job all throughout this championship” agreed his co-host.“But we also have a Germany who, in spite of the controversy around one of their most outstanding players, has remained favorite.”“And, coming from the premise that this championship represents the consolidation of Dominik Weigand as the only man to ever manage a clubs championship, a European championship and a World Cup on the same year… we are about to witness history being made.”“We have been offered some unforgettable ninety minutes, with ups and downs and lots to see…”“A German team who have been on the offense right off the bat, attacking and pushing a well centered Spanish team, whom have also had their shots to score, but had to stick to the back to play on.”“Anything could happen during this
The whistle marked the end of the game. Dominik was petrified on his spot, looking around, hearing the fans roar. He could not believe it. He made it. He won the cup, actually, the Germany team.“Dominik!” Brauer's voice made him come back to reality. “We made it. We did it.”Dom had to shake his head hard to snap out of it.He put his arms up and gave in to the celebration.Hugs, screams, cheers and lots of joy.He noticed someone was pulling his jersey and dragged him towards a group of players, hugging one another. They were jumping around and cheering to Oe Oe, along with the fans.The whole world was paralyzed, watching them and celebrating their victory.Dominik could not stop smiling remembering all the work he had put into this and seeing it all pay off.In a matter of seconds, he was surrounded by all his team whom hugged him and congratulated him for scoring the victory goal.Hugs everywhere.The Germans could not hold their happiness.Tears rolled everywhere.On the field,
I turned to the man who was talking to me. There was something in that voice that made me evoke a thousand memories. I looked at him carefully for a while, because although his face was very familiar to me, I couldn't place him. I opened my eyes like saucers and my heart stopped for a fraction of a second when I recognized the owner of those green eyes that were looking at me. In front of me was the personification of all my fears, traumas and insecurities. The man who served as a benchmark to compare all the people who came into my life after him. It was a beautiful vision, and at the same time a nightmare come true. “Antoine,” I said his name with difficulty. If the mere memory of him stirred up a lot of emotions in me, can you imagine “what his presence did to me?” The imposing figure of a six-foot-tall man lay before me. His eyes were greener than I remembered them and he had a beautiful smile (the one that brought out a couple of dimples in his cheeks) plastered on his face. He
I shook my head hard to concentrate on my friend's voice. She kept talking, but I stopped listening to her for a moment because I was thinking about Harvey, the gorgeous blond I met two months ago on one of my many girls' outings with Gabrielle, and who I started dating four weeks ago. He was divorced and had two young children. All my life I was reluctant to have anything with a man with children, because my policy was always: If I can buy a new car, ¿why buy a used one? This thought became ingrained in me as a result of living with my stepmother. It's not that our relationship was bad, but I remember a couple of times I tried to make her life miserable, just for fun. I was afraid that divine justice would take its toll on me for those years of rebellion and headaches I'd caused Valerie. But there was something about Harvey that appealed to me so much. He was very direct and upfront. When he approached me, he didn't do it with the typical cliché phrases that all men use to approac
She was silent, watching as that handsome man walked away. She didn't understand why she couldn't stop looking at him. She had seen handsome men many times. His father lived surrounded by them. Athletic men with heart-stopping butts. However, there was something about… Damn! h e didn't tell her his name a n d h e wanted very much t o know. h e hit his forehead as h e remembered how h e treated him. "How stupid I am. At this rate, I'm going t o be alone." She couldn't help but feel like a fool for being so rude t o him. Perhaps his intentions were sincere… or perhaps not. h e felt a little relief when h e remembered the way that girl almost ran away, she seemed t o be running away from him. Maybe h e was a lout a n d deserved every one of his mistreatment.Anyway, h e decided not t o think about it a n ymore. She shook her head a n d started t o go back t o the table with her friends, but as soon as she did, she realized that her friends weren't there. h e took a quick look around the
The car was parked in front of the place h e had been frequenting for the last few days. It was a good place t o dance (he loved t o dance) a n d have a couple of drinks in the company of a pretty woman. h e met Melanie in New York a n d since then she accompanied him o n his tour. That's how h e wanted it, a n d although August didn't need the woman who was willing t o have a good time with him, she was perfect, because she was funny a n d undramatic. (At least it seemed that way at first) I didn't understand how his attitude changed in a matter of three days.He shook his head a n d cleared his mind. I didn't want t o think about that. h e was ready t o celebrate that night h e appeared in the place h e had dreamed of for so many years. For every illusionist, the MGM Grand Garden Arena was a statement that h e was reaching the pinnacle of his career. His parents knew it a n d that i s why they traveled from Scotland t o accompany him. Her little sister couldn't make it o n time beca
Aháva tried t o take long strides t o get t o the bar as quickly as possible. The club was packed a n d people seemed t o be possessed by some kind of demon of lust, as they groped each other while dancing grotesquely. The blonde looked at the couple o n her right a n d couldn't help but shudder. Could it be that they did not know about the existence of hotels? God! She didn't understand why she agreed t o go t o that place with her friends, if she never liked going t o places like that. She was more of mountains, rivers a n d beaches. h e liked t o be in contact with nature while enjoying the silence or reading a good book. I had known Lauren, Jessica, a n d Alicia since I was eight years old. h e had just moved with his parents t o California. They lived in the same neighborhood a n d went t o the same school. Since then they were inseparable friends.Aháva was about t o turn nineteen a n d college was just around the corner. h e would study at one of the most prestigious universiti
"All the way down, all the way down, all the way down," they yelled in unison.The girls tried t o encourage the youngest of all t o drink the entire contents of her glass in one sip. However, the blonde with green eyes could not do it, because she did not like the taste of tequila or a n y alcoholic beverage. I didn't understand how there were people who drank liquor until their livers dried up, if the taste of alcoholic beverages was so awful.She licked her lips, wrinkled her nose, a n d put the glass back o n the table.Aháva grimaced a n d wiped the corner of her lip with the back of her hand.-I do not can. It's disgusting,” h e yelled, due t o the high volume of the music. How do they make you drink this? It i s awful!—Booo. Don't be a spoilsport,” the eldest of all spoke up. Lauren, a pretty woman about six feet tall, slim, with black hair, gray eyes, a n d white Caucasian skin."You said you'd have a couple of drinks with us," Jessica, the giggling redhead with black eyes a
13 years laterHe smiled heartily, as h e always did after a presentation. Hearing the applause of his audience as h e walked offstage was undoubtedly his favorite thing since his father gave him a cape, top hat, a n d wand for his tenth birthday. h e decided t o dedicate himself t o illusionism when that afternoon at his grandmother's house, a magnificent magician left him speechless by drawing a dove o n a small blackboard a n d then shaking it a n d taking out a royal dove. As it did? It was the question that haunted August until h e reached adolescence a n d discovered it for himself after so much studying a n d practicing magic tricks. In the end, it wasn't as hard as I thought it was.After finishing school, the Real Centro Universitario María Cristina de San Lorenzo de El Escorial in Spain was her next step in her academic training, where she specialized in Illusionism. Having dreamy parents helped him a lot, otherwise h e would have had t o settle for being a graduate, enginee
One month after.Dominik glanced at Carlos surreptitiously a n d Carlos nodded, indicating that everything was ready. Charlotte could not suppress the small smile that came from her lips, because she knew perfectly well what was going t o happen next. She was also Weigand's accomplice. Samantha gave her friend a confused a n d questioning look."They say that h e who laughs alone remembers his pranks," she mumbled, poking the blonde's side with a finger.Charlotte laughed out loud."I'm just happy t o have married a wonderful man," the Polish woman commented, scanning her surroundings with her eyes.The garden looked beautiful, decorated in a vintage style with turquoise, white a n d silver decorations. Just two hours ago, Charlotte a n d Carlos had said "Yes, I do", in front of family a n d closest friends. Samantha was the maid of honor, a n d Dominik was the best man. Little Aháva played with some children, sons of some friends of the bride a n d groom."Who would have imagined it
Cairo International Airport"Samanta a n drade, calm down once a n d for all," demanded Charlie, whose nerves were o n edge, watching her friend walk from one side t o the other."What if h e gets scared when h e sees me?" My face i s not the same. These scars..."You're still beautiful," Carlos said. You don't have t o worry about that. Aháva adores you a n d doesn't care what you look like —he added —Although seeing it from a n other perspective, they give you a sensual air, almost like a pirate —Carlos joked, letting out a laugh."I think what you're worried about i s what someone else might think, right?" Charlie commented with some mischief."Dominik i s the least interested in how you look, I'm telling you." Carlos winked at her.Carlos a n d Charlotte got Samantha t o relax a bit.People were coming a n d going in all directions, but Sam was staring at the landing gate. a n xiety grew within her being with each passing second. Almost half a n hour had passed since the plane fr