"You can choose between Shawn Mendes, Ed Sheeran and Harry Styles," I said, staring at the ink blur that the blue pen had left on my fingers.Kendall moaned softly. "I have sex with Ed, affair with Harry and kill Shawn."That was easy! "I Scratched the names on the napkin and switched to the clean side.There was a considerable silence surrounding the nightclub that night. My eyes caught the flash of the hours five minutes before Kendall and I got bored with the tidying up, and resolved to throw the time out with moments filled with uselessness. The end of the night was never the best time of the club. It was, in fact, the perfect portrait of sloppiness.The counter was decorated with hands and liquid residue. The always loud music was turned off moments before the last customers left, as a special hint for those who never found the time to stop. Even if the opening hours respected the laws, some customers exceeded the goodwill limit of the house, taking the time of the security guards
I bit my smile, lightly squeezing the bony hand that was offered to me. “ Camila.”I never said my last name, and I knew there weren't many people interested in knowing. Especially men.Tyler cleared his throat lightly, drawing my attention with a discretion that was far from impeccable. "Charlie is an event producer, and wants to use the nightclub as a private party for a friend. Can you help?Kendall didn't give me time to answer. “ Of course!Tyler shook his head slightly as he looked at me, and I had not understood the reason for his laughter, until Kendall bypassed the counter and monopolized Charlie's attention.Five minutes. Just five minutes of conversation and I began to notice a different intonation in his voice. Kendall asked a question about his work, and he gestured without sparing exaggeration, completely undoing the serious pose he had kept in the presence of Tyler. His eyes did not find mine at any time, even when I evaluated him indiscreetly. When he landed one hand on
Charlie's sharp giggle echoed through the empty space as he stretched to pick up his cell phone inside his tight pants, and with a single nod, he walked away, leaving me alone with a Kendall hypnotized by her social networks. I tried to get her attention twice, deliberately rubbing one of the wet sponges around her wrists resting on the edge of the counter, but she just shrunk her arms and hardened her expression, without raising her head.I lost my hope of getting a ride home, and I started to pack the glasses kept on the shelves below the counter, keeping in mind that I would leave alone when I finished. She had barely lifted me up before finding Kendall's eyes wide and completely stiffened body. She hissed without making a sound, mentioning a single name that left me on alert. In the background, I heard Tyler's voice sounding in greeting, and leaned slightly to the side, in order to see through my static friend. Congelei.My blood boiled and concentrated totally on my face, frying
"I was just checking the glasses" I threw my charming smile at Tyler, and turned to Charlie. "It was good to meet you.He smiled innocently, throwing a kiss at Kendall before leaving. I took the time to check the expressions on each one's faces, before I said anything wrong. Kendall still looked humorous, leaning both hands on the internal counter. Tyler looked at me with suspicion, but slowly replaced his frown with a narrow eye. Dennis had wide eyes, and I wondered if it was because I imagined I had heard something. And then my look found Zachary's.His eyes didn't study me like they did the last two times we saw each other, and I was content to think that he had already seen enough to care about my jeans or my cute sweater. He wore a leather jacket that night, the fabric adorned by small metal spheres on the shoulders, shining against the smooth surface. Above a white T-shirt, a curious ammunition-shaped pendant for rifle attracted my gaze. The golden leather cord reached the cente
After Zachary helped Kendall sit in a chair, I left the necklace popped on the counter and fixed the bag on my shoulder. I prepared a mixture of water and sugar that Tyler asked for, and while leaving the glass in my friend's sweaty hands, I found Dennis pulling Mabel by one of his hands, sitting her on one of the white tables. Whatever he was talking to her, it didn't seem to be something pleasant. The childish face of the golden-haired woman had turned redder than a tomato, and one of her hands landed against her chest, she seemed amazed."Mila, I'm going to take Kendall to the hospital. You can go home, tomorrow we'll check the stock. "Tyler said softly, touching my arm.I nodded, even after casting a cautious look at the female figure folded over the plastic chair. Kendall was babbling to Zachary, and I had the slight impression that he dictated all his spiritual medals. I shook my head lightly, deciding that I wouldn't get in. My experience with medical care was so vague that it
I tried to lock my jaw, but the pain that spread through it stopped me. The permanent taste of copper enveloped my teeth after another blow, this time, hitting my nose in full. I felt the snap. I heard my bone breaking at some point, and I couldn't do anything but shake my legs, giving even more freedom for the maniac to get space to get between them.In the middle of a quick thought "above the notion that I was being beaten by fists that looked like bricks," I blamed myself about how ironic it was to be attacked for simply returning home a little later than my standard work schedule. Compared to the days when I came back from a party, wearing an extremely short outfit, no intimate piece that blocked the path of a pervert, or sober enough to react. The shock made me cry and beg, louder than I would for the pain in my face, or the tinkling that a metal object produced against the closure of my pants.I did not allow myself to imagine how my face would stamp the cover of a disappearance
It took me two days to wake up completely.Of course, I haven’t been sleeping all this time. I was more in a state of lethargy that made me think that I would faint to the slightest sign of effort. My head was filled with choppy flashes, mixing images of orange and black plates to the quick lines of those who took care of the tube that connected me to the serum. My wound near my neck was not serious. I had what I heard called a stroke of luck "or a sample of faith", although I doubted to be able to say aloud that I was grateful for the fat scar I would receive after those days of care.The buttery light of the sun, which warmed the polished floor as a guarantee that the remnants of the end of winter would stay away from the amenity of early spring, woke me up in that dawn. Due to a sudden despair, I tried to get up. Instantly, my body burned with a thermal sensation that only hospitals have; cold for its white walls, lacking furniture to fill the lonely void. Every corner seemed to sm
Kendall looked away, assuming his thoughtful expression. I had to count my breath during your time of reflection, just so that I didn't give in to the urge to jump out of that bed and find that damn man. It was outrageous that he was being treated in the same place as me. I begged for my life, because of him. I cried in front of strangers "something I didn't used to do even in the presence of the closest friends" because of him, and I still needed to endure every layer of pain that stamped my skin, another courtesy of him."As far as I know, all the police were ambushing Gary... You know, because he's the "Cap Maniac". " Kendall told me, nibbling her lips with visible discomfort.I knew who that vulgar codename was referring to, of course. Months earlier, the police had alerted all people who lived between the third and fourth avenues, in locations near Astor Place, about a series of homicides. On the news, the most brutal headlines of murder involved that same story. The point was th