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 was about to come again, my tremors were wretched and loud.I couldn't help but give myself once again to that man, give him the most intimate thing I have, my body and soul in that sex in the living room, not caring if mom came, not caring about my wounds and my sling. I didn't value the possibility that outside, someone would hear us panting, uninhibited, that noon. I didn't care about anything for the minutes that slippery, forceful, desperate fucking lasted.I screamed as my second orgasm exploded and he went wild. He lifted me like a juggler and used me like an artifact, pounding the walls of my vagina with his thunderous penetrations, anchoring his hands and fingers-like claws on my ass and hips.There it was, his arrival. From the wrinkles in his brows and his piercing gaze, I knew it. Carl was trying to survive an exponential arousal, panting loudly and even louder when he finished, spurts that went inside me without remorse, thrusting a couple more times until he em
OLIVIA.(One more week).I went to work like that, practically moved. Or rather, escaped, but I didn't come back, I couldn't do it from one moment to the next, how difficult it was for me.But the day came. A Thursday again. A week had passed since the last time I saw Carl and just as I was dealing with my dreams and nightmares, I was also dealing with his memory, something that I sensed would be a long road to travel, because if I couldn't get out of mom's house, how could it be possible to return to him? Besides, he seemed to understand me perfectly, that reaction of mine when I came out of the boudoir after the panic attack he gave me, made him interpret my words, which did not tell my true desire, very well, as he is intelligent. That's why Carl hadn't looked for me either.I stood in front of the mirror inside what was my room when I lived there. It was a long glass, so I could see my whole body.Wearing only my white panties, I took off my sling and looked at my side. I had a sc