When the Colonel left, I couldn't stop thinking, what exactly had happened? I only could remember a fragment of what had happened. I remembered the shooting... I remembered that we had been ambushed. And suddenly, the girl entered the room. She looked at me curiously outside the cubicle, then she slowly approached me. This time her gaze was more of intrigue than of bitterness.
"What was that all about?" She said curiously.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. I didn't really know what was going on either. To a certain extent, there was an aura of mystery that only confused me.
"You've been here for more than three weeks, and now that military," She said.
"Wait three weeks?" I asked. Since I had awakened, many things still did not fit, and no one had even bothered to explain my situation to me or even what had happened to my boys.
I thought, ‘Besides, I was in this hospital for three weeks? Why did nobody tell me anything?’
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to thank you, I imagine you've been taking care of me all this time,” I said with the greatest sincerity that I could show.The girl’s expression suddenly changed. She looked surprised."Ahem, my name is Victoria." She said. Then she slowly was approaching me, and she looked at me in a very strange way.“Are you really a soldier? I had the impression that you were all the same.” She said."Clumsy and shy?"She let out a smile but then looked back at me with intrigue."Violent and stubborn. However, you seem quite submissive but a good person.""Submissive," She said. That word made me remember something. My head started to hurt very intensely as if my temples were pounded over and over again. I put my hand on my forehead, trying to block the light a bit."Does your head hurt?" She asked.I nodded without saying anything. Then she said, "Wait for me, and I’ll bring y
My eyes could not believe it, and there was Simurd on that threshold. I thought It had been years since I had last seen him, so how could I walk towards him and hug him. He could only respond to the hug with one arm, which was held with a sling."Sergeant." He said as he stepped away from me a bit, then saluted me. I looked at him for a few seconds, then I smiled and saluted back.“So formal, Corporal. Come, let's sit down, Cony. Could you give us a few minutes?" She still wouldn't take her eyes off Simurd nodded and left the room.“What a cutie. Did you try something with her?" I sighed as he asked.“I already knew, hahaha, good Richard ‘no fuck’ attacks again. I'm sure if you try hard, you will achieve it." He said."It's easy for you, the girls hardly see you, and you draw their attention," I replied.Simurd was a tall man with good-looking green eyes, and to everyone's surprise, it was impossible for us to h
"Shhh."“Although this is most suspicious, I am on your side. I should not do this, but be aware and very careful Sergeant, the walls have ears, and for now, I'll just tell you to trust your closest friends." She said.With that, she just gave me a smile and went back to hiding behind the sheet that separated my cubicle from the other.Things just seem to be getting better, I thought.I woke up again in the same desert as before. When I got up from the sand, I could see a campfire. Elein was sitting staring at it."So you woke up already sleepy," Elein said."I guess I've had better days," I replied.The woman grabbed a stick and stirred the burned branches in the fire."Hahahaha, that's true. How long have we known each other, huh Richi?" Elein asked."15 years maybe, maybe a little longer," I answered."Yes, it has been a long time," She said. When I saw her, I could not imagine her as a girl who only was
I saw the doctor without knowing precisely what was happening, and then I remembered the words of Elisabeth. I couldn't trust this man, but I didn't have much choice either."I know I ask a lot of you, Richard, but I need you to get out of this place alive." He said, but before I could answer, he continued, "There is an operation under the ropes that tries to get you out of the road. I don't know who you have bothered, but they want you dead."The only name that came to mind was Julios.“I have someone in mind. How do you expect me to get out of here in a robe?" I asked."Do not worry. Elisabeth."The sheet covering the cubicle fell away, revealing an entire base of operations to the other side. Elizabeth was carrying a commando suit.“Everything is ready, Matías. How are you, Richard?” Elisabeth said as she held up a suit."With this, you will be almost ready for the occasion, handsome." She said as she winke
We were on the first floor, and we progressed little by little. We took shelter behind some columns. We could see the exit door, but there were several men in black robes with turbans over their faces."Well, well, the Squad of six had already set their eyes on you, my dear Richard."That voice was familiar to me, and it was the voice of a man whom I had always admired and had supported me after the loss of Elein."Colonel Alberd?" I said as I unconsciously stepped out of the column, but right at that instant, I felt Matías pulling me back to the column by the arm."Quiet Richard. That man is dangerous." Matias said.“I must apologize. My boys are not as good at talking as they are shooting."I could feel the bullets starting to rain in our direction.The shooting stopped."I apologize for hurting you."I took a deep breath while looking at one of the corridors that were near us. I could see how a shadow app
It had been several years since I had left home, but again things had been twisted at home.When getting off the plane, I felt again the so characteristic climate of this place, always dry and with an insatiable sun. I’m home again.As I approached the migration agent, I could see that the place apparently was still exactly the same as before, so I looked ahead and could see how the guard called me with his hand.“Welcome…”“Josh... Josh Rodriguez.”"Welcome, Josh Rodríguez. What brings you to the country?” He said as he extended one of his arms out to me, it was a very frequent routine.“Here it is.” I submitted part of my personal documentation. “I would say that I am rather an on Return,” I said while showing my most forced smile.After finishing some paperwork, I made it out to the parking lot. According to Frank, he would come to pick me up. It had been fou
When I opened the door, I could feel the old scents, the fights, as well as the fights with dad being drunk.“Who’s there?” I could hear in the background while the cheap whiskey smell went into the nose.“It’s me, dad.”“Joshy?” I could hear how things fell in the background, I closed the door, and little by little, I went closer to the room. I could see my father trying to lift off the ground between many garbage bags, as well as many bottles of various alcohols.I remembered the times I had to help dad walk to the room. I felt like those memories weighed on my chest.Slowly dodging the garbage, I got closer to Dad, put a hand on his shoulder while my other handheld his arm.“I’m back.” I could see how dad looked at me with great sadness while leaning on me to get up. When he finally got to his feet, he lunged at me, hugging me with the little strength he had left. “Jo
I was at the bus stop. In the distance, I could see how Frank was walking, but the funny thing is that he came with another girl, although... it seemed slightly familiar.“Come here, big boy.” Frank came over to me and gave me a big hug.“Hi, Frank... let me go. I can’t breathe.”“Oh, sorry.” When I caught my breath, I got a closer look at the girl.A fair-skinned girl, with short black hair and brown eyes, for a moment, I was distracted by the image of her. Suddenly Frank was between her and me.“Ahem, you may not remember her, but she is-”“I can introduce myself Frank, nice to meet Josh. I’m Marcy.” She said as she made Frank a sided as she extended her hand to me.Slowly I was extending my hand to hers, without thinking much closer her hand to mine until she clasped it tightly.“Yes... a pleasure,” I said, between nervous and scared. I had n
She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.“I’ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,” she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, “You mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?”Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Yes. Yes, he has. Many times.”“Will you be able to testify against him in court?” Aston asked as calmly as he could.“Yes, I will. I think I’ve had enough of him,” she finalized.“Well, I admire your courage, my lady,” Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. “By the way, did you meet the pa
‘’We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,” the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. ‘It’s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steve’s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. “He’s right this way. I’m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but he’s been expecting you.”Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Aston’s best friend and the owner of ‘From Our Hearts’ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, “I can assure you that there’s nothing to fret about, and w
She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juices— and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part —she didn’t regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w
Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.“So I’ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?” Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, “Bye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.”“Okay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,” Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.“And you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,” she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paul’s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibition– something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
Dorothy turned around with a smile. “Hello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?”“Absolutely,” Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.“Let’s go in,” she said to Aston leading the way. “How do you like your tea?” Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.“Anything is fine, thank you,” he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co
“Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,” she said.“I thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,” she explained excitedly. “Meeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.”It was Aston’s turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.“I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.”“You know I didn’t exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.”“That makes sense. I didn’t think you paint. I though
For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about Dorothy’s body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.‘’I guess we can now deduce my idea wasn’t laced with foolishness after all,’ Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.”“We’ll see about that, mate. We’ll see.”The whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didn’t make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didn’t.Class started, and she was still nowhere
In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paul’s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.“You love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?” He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.“I am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!” She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, “Oh c’mon. You’re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.”He then grabbed her shoulder