OLIVIA.(Two weeks later...)It was necessary to do so.I had to tell Carl things as I thought them, as they were, from the bottom of my soul, but doing so broke my heart.I think his heart broke too.I could not go on. I felt it would be utter madness if I continued. Yes, madness.And it wasn't just something I felt, I was, insanity! I can't regret the decision I made. It's impossible not to remember everything that happened.(One week before...)An alarm went off.I woke up in Carl's arms, a little sore, I won't deny it, however, I loved that little pain under there, legs shaking... divine."Baby, we have to go.""Is it night already?"He smiled at my question and left a chaste kiss on my lips."No, but I have to go get Mark. I'll spend this weekend with him.""Oh..." How to deny him that? Impossible."No more said." I stood up, remaining seated before asking him: "Will you give me time to take a shower?""Of course, I will go ahead. I'll follow you now, okay? I'll check an email, I
CARL.My ears hurt.For seconds (seemed like hours) I could only hear cacophonies and an annoying whistling that mixed with the loud pounding of my heart thanks to the adrenaline rushing through my system.Things happened so fast... I'm still confused about how everything happened. So much so that I was so confident, that I could even feel relief when I saw that the vehicle was no longer following us from the halfway point onwards. I crossed to enter Olivia's street, the tension dropped a few degrees as I looked in the rearview mirror and didn't see the fucking car.When I managed to notice some tires rattling away, I immediately straightened up. She did too, but her body dropped onto the seat like an ultra-heavy sack of potatoes."Olivia?"With her face scrunched up, I noticed a couple of tears wetting her cheeks.I quickly moved her hair away from her face so I could better appreciate her. When I removed her body to check it, she screamed.I pulled back."What's wrong? Don't you...?
CARL."Could you tell us what happened, please?"The police officer and I stood to one side of the waiting room, away from the people so that they would not hear anything and would not witness that our conversation was an interrogation. People in Maracaibo tend to be very curious and living in the world of networks, it was best to avoid any meaningless disclosure.He wanted to leave the place, but I did not. I was grateful that he respected my decision, it showed me that I would not be a victim treated as the enemy."My girlfriend and I left a hotel this morning and I drove her home. The hotel was in the hills near downtown. We stayed there, in front of her apartment, for a few minutes and arranged to meet soon. That's where it all happened." I swallowed thickly, feeling goosebumps."Enemies?" I gestured in denial. "Are you sure, Mr. Malaver?"I looked at the officer, clenching my jaw, trying at all costs, with great effort, to keep my tiredness and nerves from turning into stubbornne
OLIVIA.I hated doctors, I hated being in the hospital. I wouldn't have wanted to worry anyone, I needed to be home.But even my own home reminded me of him. And he reminded me of everything that happened.What I will never forget. Ever.Since my furtive outings with Carl began, I never thought of him as truly dangerous.Yes, for a moment I believed and suspected that maybe he managed accounts of "heavy" people, as we usually say in Maracaibo City. These people are those who possess goods and wealth with money of dubious origin, creating around them a significant power, sometimes visible, sometimes not. The word "heavy" qualifies them in a rank that the common citizen should not get into.I know what this job of calculating payments is, working with payrolls that adhere to the administration of accounts, reviewing other people's money, touching it, handling it, I like it, it is what I have been studying, but in my very particular case, apart from not having practiced until now, I run
CARL.Something was going on with Olivia, something really bad.It was not enough to spare her the cumbersome hassle of police interviews and statements, nor was it enough to talk to her doctor about the status of the injuries, which were not serious, we were too lucky, by the way.It was no relief for me to know that the police would not be after me. I suspect Meléndez did his job by interfering because I learned that the officers located him after I provided the list of companies I worked for.Before that happened before the agents knocked on his doors looking for him, old Meléndez and I had an interesting conversation by phone.I wouldn't like to reveal what my head imagined doing to him, had he and I been face to face, especially after understanding that, despite apologizing to me a hundred times and offering his contacts at the hospital to take care of Olivia like a queen, he defended his nephew, or his wife's nephew, precisely because of her, because of his wife. So much bullshi
OLIVIA.I was having lunch.It had been two weeks since the event in front of my apartment.It was incredible how nothing was reported in the local press and any social network. In this harassing world, full of cameras and cell phones? Where people breathe the Internet and exhale information, false or not, exaggerated or not... C'mon!There was no doubt in my mind: what happened to Carl and me was orchestrated by people with a lot of influence, but those around Carl Malaver must have had even more influence to ensure that no one said anything.What'd happened to our belongings, all those that were left inside his car? My handbag with my documents and my cell phone, all that I considered lost because I didn't even dare to contact him to claim my stuff, to ask for them back, or anything like that.It was Thursday.I was stirring my glass of juice with my left arm, the free one, unbound by slings, ropes, or bandages. Mom was out shopping and it was a little hard to convince her to go out
OLIVIA.It was necessary to do it.I had to tell Carl all things as I thought them, plainly, from the bottom of my soul.As I told before, doing so broke my heart and I think it broke his too. His face when I told him we couldn't see each other anymore... I won't forget that either.I take a deep breath and exhale, because always, always, always when I remember this, my throat closes up from the pain it gives me.I simply could not stay in a relationship with him. Automatically, I felt a refusal to continue and I'm not a woman who believes in movies. Bullets don't dodge in real life, we were just lucky and God was present there because maybe we're saved from that tragedy, what would happen the next time? If it happened once, which guaranteed that it would not happen again?Sitting in the living room of Mom's little house, Carl stared at me with a serious and annoyed face.We remained in absolute silence. Outside, it seemed that even the course of life itself had stopped because of us.
CARL.After seeing and feeling her rejection, I knew that the percentage of losing was huge, bigger, much bigger than that hope, at the end of that day (at least), we would be okay.Olivia decreed to finalize the relationship and it bothered me greatly that it was because of trauma, ingrained fears of an event for which I had no responsibility.I felt fucked up. In front of her, again sitting very close to each other in that small living room, I felt desperate, I was willing to keep fighting for that woman, but at the same time sadness invaded me, it weighed too much and I had her on top of me."I became Meléndez's accountant several years ago, I started my internship with him. Then I continued as a freelancer. Today, I work for several companies." I wanted to keep things simple, but Olivia didn't look good. "Meléndez contacted me not long ago to work on his consortium's accounting because he suspected he was being ripped off."I paused and looked at her. She had already returned from
OLIVIA.I didn't bleed anymore. Of course, we didn't have sex that month. But the next month, in April, after the first official consultation and starting the usual check-up, we started to break the news.I told Mom, he to his parents and cousin. Everyone screamed in their way, too surprised, tearful, beautiful, very beautiful to say something like that and have everyone's support, the best thing that could happen.I wasn't nauseous, I just disliked some foods, while others I like very much now. I was very sleepy, that's for sure. And I used to sleep as much as I could after coming home from work.Then came the news in the Insurance. I thought a lot about whether to announce it at once or not. It was getting busy and pregnancy always meant sick leave, pre, and post-natal leave, and bonuses, among other things depending on the company policy, I did not know if the news would go down well at all.But the opposite happened; at least that's what they made me feel. Especially my boss, his
CARL."Excuse me?""Help me to my feet."Of course, I helped her.I carefully lifted her, and helped her clean herself.I got her clothes immediately, sat her on the be,d and dressed quickly.I grabbed the keys from the pick-up,and the wallet and we walked out of the apartment straight to the elevator, to my car, where I helped her into it, although I realized she could do it on her own, and we got out of there.I tried to drive like a civilized man, but my nerves were attacking me."Did you know you were pregnant? Since when?""I'm not. Drive carefully, Carl, please."I nodded and slowed down."Okay, let's see. If you're not pregnant, why did you tell me that in the bathroom?""My period is not due yet and I was bleeding heavily. I was in a lot of pain, Carl. I didn't want to wake you up, but I almost didn't make it to the bathroom.""Shit, Olivia, damn it! You should have said something to me, we've been at the clinic for a while now... We're getting there. Good thing I thought of m
CARL.I carried dinner in bags, my rolling suitcase in another, and maneuvered with the keys. I waved to the concierge and went upstairs.I opened the door expecting to see Olivia, but I didn't expect her to be like this.Yes, I asked her to undress, but being obeyed to the letter and beyond is too much of an impression.She stood with her back to me wearing wicked black heels. Nothing else.Her hair was down and as she turned towards me, her fully waxed mons pubis and wild face almost made my pants explode.Quietly (pretending to feel that), I arranged everything on the floor of the entryway and walked over to her.She had her hands behind her lower back and with them, held herself against the glass.The terrace had been reopened and rearranged, and that construction served perfectly to generate light around the female who was waiting for me.I sighed deeply. She smelled exquisite, all of her."Stay like this." I knew my command would be fulfilled to perfection.I took the food to th
OLIVIA.Hot, it was very, very hot that morning in early March.The months fly by, you don't realize it. And things are happening and passing as if everything was a long corridor that we had to walk down.The end of the year was a good celebration. For obvious reasons, we preferred to stay at home. Our adrenaline level was already sky high and Carl was not ready to "jump-jump for his life", as he put it. So, we invited his cousin to the apartment, who came with her husband, and a little black box that I didn't see until after the gunshot.The ring... I still can't believe it.Carl has told me how he got it, without any shame, managing very well that philosophy of no secrets, although I know we'll always keep for each other some little thing we don't want to say or tell.But there he was, hugging me from behind as we watched some beautiful fireworks that some neighbors launched outside the entire building.We watched them from the largest window in the living room, Carl and I, his cous
CARL.Olivia saved my life. That's how it is. That's how it was.I only think of the possibility that if I had been there alone, or with another woman, maybe I wouldn't be telling this episode of my life.I'm still dazed and in my body runs a painful relief, the one that manages to channel and make me think of things that I would not have done before, but I needed to get up soon, or I would go crazy.Walk a little, go to the bathroom, drink water, or something stronger. Olivia was doing all that for me, but she was asleep, I wasn't going to wake her up.Nobody shot me, they shot Nancy. And thanks to Olivia, who saw when the guy came towards the blonde to shoot her almost at point blank range, my girlfriend managed to get to the ground just before being hit by the bullet.The problem was when we fell, we stumbled hard against the table, the tablecloth rolled off crazily and we got tangled up in sharp things, like a damn glass pitcher full of water that someone left on the edge of the c
NANCY.Juan Finol's push prevented my body from lying, catastrophically, on the pavement in front of my restaurant.Both of us, escort and I, fell to the ground. And in a matter of seconds, a couple of men belonging to the restaurant's security and part of Finol Sr.'s crew, fell on top of the guy like hungry gazelles making his escape impossible."Nancy, are you okay? Nancy, hey, are you okay?!"I was trembling, my heart was beating fast, and I felt dazed.I looked at the person who wanted to kill me, I wanted to see his face, something that the hood of the sweater made impossible for me.But face down, hands tied behind his back, I could not see him.Then, I focused my gaze on Juan. He looked dismayed, waiting for an answer from me.I held his forearms tightly, he kept caressing my face trying to revive me."Am I hurt?" was what my lips said, but it was not what I wanted to say. I wanted to say a thousand things and that's all that came out.He quickly checked my body. He shook his h
NANCY."Can't I stay out of my restaurant either?" I asked Juan Finol's inveterate pursuer. "What a nuisance with that guy! I came to hire your bodyguard services at the right time".He wouldn't let me in the sun, or the shade, neither to other people's cigarettes nor to city fumes or alcoholic beverages. He wouldn't leave me either on roads or sidewalks, cars or trucks, nothing, he wouldn't leave me in peace, he wouldn't leave me in peace! And I thought he didn't like my resistance and every act of stubbornness I showed him.Finol Junior Second approached me while I was on the phone.Mom wouldn't answer. I'm the worst daughter in the world. I started to organize everything and I missed the time she told me to call her. She must have left her cell phone somewhere in the apartment or whatever.My family is big, but few of us are close. My father and mother were still alive, still married and traveling, spending Christmas far away from home. They were in Miami.I wanted to talk to them,
OLIVIA.I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.We arrived at the restaurant, we were treated excellently. What a spectacular atmosphere there was inside La Napolitana, it reminded me so much of their anniversary party, the one Carl and I were at; (well, I was, actually). That time, waiting for him was uncomfortable, I thought he wouldn't go, but it was fun to see the level of organization of Nancy and her people, they always pull out all the stops.That 24th were not as many people as that night, the paraphernalia was not as high.Outside I did not find girls dressed in the promotion of a brand of alcoholic beverage, the celebration that December was a little quieter, although all the tables around ours were occupied.I saw families with underage children, that partly I liked, partly I did not. It always generated a bit of stress for me to see 14, 12-year-olds there. I never understood why they let children in the place, but sure, I understand, it is a family restaurant, however
OLIVIA."Baby, are you all right? It hurt pretty bad yesterday. When are you going to see a doctor? Every time that happens, my life gets a little short." I had to laugh. "I keep thinking about it all day long. I'd like to think about sex all day long, not what exactly hurt you from sex."That was Carl. That was the memory of Malaver in my head, as I was grooming myself in the bathroom, one that was about to be over, just a few minutes away.In just one week, being that night December 24, we were already loaded with all the ready clothes and the desire to enjoy ourselves.We wanted to go now. Especially to that specific place. Carl and I were very excited because last December we didn't celebrate together because of our breakup. I remember it with a bit of annoyance, since he celebrated in Caracas with the mother of his son and they even kissed and I celebrated at my mother's company in a tower in the city, the same company that at that time was having problems, even though mom had no