I laughed softly. One of the reasons for me to be very upset and want as far away from my family as possible was that fact. I had spent the New Year's Eve alone, crying. All because I didn't have many expectations of going out with friends, because I liked to drink, but not like them. I couldn't drink for a whole night and still wake up early to work. Even if the supermarket and office didn't work the day after the turn, I still worked on small secret projects at home. And I always preferred quiet and silence to having to find a crowd of people.However, before my relationship got even stranger with my sister, she asked me to spend the new year at her house, and I organized myself for that. I even had the trouble to buy a white dress just for the occasion. But, as on my birthday " which was a month before the new year" we had a fight, I didn't know I was automatically uninvited to celebrate the new year.I only realized that I would not pass with anyone when I sent a message to my sis
"Assign your saints for me, but I really need a vacation or a discharge session," I spoke with a way of mouth, although my lips have bowed.Beatrice let go of my fingers and sat up in the chair, assuming an excited and enlightened expression, that type that she only displayed when she found a worthy opponent to speak ill of the president she supported."Maybe my mother can make an appointment for you. I ask her to do it for free.”I waved my hand and shook my head in denial."No, Beatrice. It's a joke. You know I'm kind of crazy. I'll be bothered by the things she says, or I'll keep looking for more and more honest answers and I'll end up converting to her religion. You know that I'm a natural stalker and I can't stop spinning my world around something until this something leaves me satisfied. It's better not.”Beatrice crossed her arms, shrugging."I'm not kidding, Tas. Your life will be totally different when you have your first reading of letters. You will change this negativity wi
I said goodbye and managed to escape to my apartment before hearing the affective exaggeration that those two were. Saying that, I mean the popped kisses and the exchange of caresses without the slightest worry that they were not alone. It was a very beautiful love, and I admired them with all my heart. But at the same time, it worried me. He was the typical straight couple who knew each other since childhood and were together since adolescence, and society was never ready for any kind of genuine love. So I worried that something might happen to them. That someone could try to shake the strong relationship that the two had.Bia and Gildeon were my inspiration. The only friends who knew about my strong tendency to the literary world and who supported me tooth and nail. Gildeon even gave me legal advice when I mentioned that I was thinking of writing about a criminal without limits, in which I did my best to put all the details he gave me, even if the story was not read by more than a d
It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea.I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.As I sadly looked at the bubbles that formed on the side of my hand, the hot liquid smoked the refreshing aroma of lemon balm tea. I loved having tea. And I hated having coffee. I always had to listen to people questioning what I would take when I became old and tired, and my answer was always tea, or a lot of Coca-Cola. But never coffee.Coffee made me electric at times when I didn't need to, and sleepy when I couldn't rest. Then tea invigorated my ener
It was one o'clock on a Wednesday morning, and I was locked in my room, terrified that it would invoke anything I shouldn't. Again I say, that was not my religion, but it was part of some belief that my mother could have made me aware when I was little "she was afraid of any spiritual connection through magic, and the Tarot was one of those connections.However, I was feeling very peaceful and comfortable. Izabel had a rhythmic and soft voice, which brought comfort as she spoke. I didn't know what your face was like, despite seeing your photo on WhatsApp. We were on a video call, but I could only see your hands, the letters, some crystals resting under a small water fountain and the table itself that supported them.I didn't even know how his preparation for that reading had been, although I knew there was something to be done before. I didn't even dare to ask. My appointment was being made just out of mere curiosity. And also why I didn't want Pink to keep grumbling in all my visits
I should have questioned which deities we would be contacting so that the best time would be at dawn. However, I couldn't even formulate a sentence anymore without having to think deeply about it. I was tired, but curious, and I was nervous to know that I woke up in less than four hours and that I would work all day tired and in a bad mood.If someone asked me the reason for the even more marked dark circles, or for the constant yawns during the day, I would have to think of a good excuse. Because society was not very prepared to deal with harmless Tarot consultations. I didn't know how I should deal with that and how I could tell someone. Then I would keep it a secret."On the other hand," Izabel continued, touching a finger on the letter of a dog and a man. "There is someone who has a deep affection for you, and for what seems to be a man from your past. It's not someone new. And this same man appears again on his way to make things better. But it's not in the loving sense. The last
"And then we have your question about whether one day you will find someone better than your ex... "Izabel shuffled another deck and faster than before, removed five cards and formed the star, sliding her fingers over the drawings. "First I want you to know that this is the Roma granny's deck... It brings the truths that our loved ones know... It's a little deeper reading, but I'll take a card from the witches' deck when I finish this one.”"It's okay," I replied, truly afraid."The first letter we have is a dog, it can also represent a loyal friend or that someone will need your reciprocity to remain... Next to him we have a man on a black horse, who unlike the dog is disloyal, false and only approaches others in search of some personal advantage. Below the two cards, in the center, there is a hand with a ring pointing upwards. It could represent a marriage, but between these two conflicting letters it means that the false, disloyal and cruel man will have what he is looking for. Tas
This time I didn't give her any chance to speak again. I closed my notebook and walked away from it as if it were a living creature, throwing it on the bed and shrinking in the covers. I was in a small state of shock. And I tried to convince myself that it was just nonsense. Gypsies said what we wanted to hear. Surely she understood that my story with my ex was an unfinished subject and turned everything into a disaster game. Everything was fine. I just needed to distract my head and not think about men, letters and destiny.But I couldn't stop thinking about Izabel's words. I couldn't stop visualizing the letters in my mind as I closed my eyes. I couldn't sleep. I could only think of that damn man and the dog on the deck, besides that bath of petals to be able to leave a man at my feet. The man who was coming to leave me in ruins and the friend who would come to lift me up again. I didn't know if I should believe Izabel's words one hundred percent. Not least because, even though I was
I almost no longer needed to use the tracker I had installed on Flynn's cell phone at the beginning of everything. I only used it because I still couldn't stop that mistrust when I noticed that he spent too much time working. But the conversations were always the same with the customers. And I didn't suspect that he was going out with other people, because there was no time when we weren't together. Still, I couldn't totally trust him. There were days when I didn't sleep. Not until I was really alone at home.My sleep problems remained the same. Always caused by that fear of being vulnerable next to someone else, and also by the constant nightmares about the murders I've been orchestrating with the help of someone else. I never told my therapist the truth. I never let him reach more than the edge of my feelings. At the same time I was policing myself to act and speak the way everyone expected Tasha Santos to do, although deep down there was that rabid animal that was always ready to a
"Can you behave like educated children? "He scolded my sister, pulling one of my nephews by the ear. "That's why I never go out with you!”" Jenyfer, it doesn't have to be so hard," countered my brother-in-law, reaching the smaller child who wouldn't stop climbing on the couch and throwing the cushions up. "They are too small to understand. And I'm sure your sister doesn't mind them playing, does Tasha?”"They will understand very well when their aunt put them on platters and bake for our lunch," shouted Jenyfer, looking with her eyes for any confirmation that I would be really furious.I left the platter with pasta in white sauce on the table and stretched my neck to see through the open door of the kitchen, finding my brother-in-law with my three-year-old nephew on his lap who kicked and shook his golden curl hair, in a desperate attempt to get back to mess up everything he found on his way. While my sister held her eldest son, ten years old, by the tip of her ear. It should be hurt
I still hid many secrets from Flynn. The biggest of them was also a surprise that left me in shock for at least three days, until I remembered that I needed to act normally so that he had no idea what was happening to my body, until I found the perfect opportunity to use this against him. At the moment, we were fine. We had sex every day. We ate in fancy places. We slept in the moonlight. And sometimes we resumed the sexual provocations and attacks within the company.Everything seemed very good in my life. So good that sometimes I even wondered where the hidden cameras of the prank were. Because trying to compare the woman of months ago who barely had time to eat and sleep because of the two jobs that they couldn't even pay the bills, and trying to find similarities with the woman who was having the life of dreams, was impossible. I still worked during the day and dedicated myself to writing in my free moments, wanting to reach higher and higher levels in that achievement, and willin
I knelt before the well-kept and immaculate tomb of one of the farthest cemeteries in the city, depositing my set of small yellow flowers below the concrete tombstone, which read "Diana Garcia. 08/23/1991. 12/24/2020."Despite bringing a handkerchief in my hands and touching it from time to time in the waterline of my eyes, I wasn't crying. In fact, the only emotion I felt was the pure satisfaction of having accomplished all my goals without anyone realizing where I was wanting to go. Diana Garcia had been the woman who gave the bad luck to cross her path to mine, when she decided to mistreat me and demoralize in front of her ex-husband, and my current fiancé, Flynn Ashton. I persuaded an unstable and deeply shaken man to take his life. I manipulated and orchestrated every step taken, and I still became some kind of national victim who was too traumatized to give clear statements to the police. Diana Garcia was my perfect victim, and Landon the criminal who freed me from paying for an
"What's going to happen now? "I asked against your chest. "What do we do with life? With the police? The investigator was here earlier. He asked me about my relationship with Leo, the man who held me hostage at the end of the robbery. In the researcher's opinion, I seemed to be too friendly with someone who always presented unstable behaviors.”"I knew," he said, leaning his chin on my head. "They want to discredit us in every way, Tas. But you don't have to worry. I have a real team of lawyers. No one will get enough arguments to cause fear. They have nothing to suspect, at the end of the day. The point is that it is much more interesting to focus on the relationships we had with the people involved in the crime, than to actually solve it. That's the problem with the police in this place.”"I'm still afraid, Flynn. "I commented in a trembling voice. "I'm still afraid that they might catch me off guard and make me confess something I didn't even do. I've never been in front of police
"I don't feel vulnerable," I said, already feeling in which direction that conversation would take. I had to show that I was very stubborn and the owner of my own will. "And I think this whole situation may have made you a little paranoid, Flynn. I'm not criticizing. I think anyone in their normal state would become a little suspicious. But if you're suggesting that I need security guards, I refuse. I can’t work every day knowing that when I leave the supermarket I will get into a car with two armed men and that they will leave me at home, or that they will take me to your house, because you no longer trust the people who live in my building, and that’s why you prefer to avoid it. I don't want bodyguards, just like you don't want to either. And I don't think that being with you will make me a target. I think this can even increase my security, since no one will want to mess with someone so powerful.”"I know the question is strange to you," he said, still without looking me in the eye
Flynn totally entered the room, and seeing him was like opening the curtains in a dark room. He was my sun on that rainy night outside, and I was really happy to see him. The hair was loose on his shoulders, and the smooth and silky strands slipped smoothly to make the face even more beautiful and shiny. He took off his mask and kept it in his pocket, while still watching me, looking as happy and radiant as I should be."The nurse told us that the number of visits was limited," Cristiano said somewhere far from my attention. "I don't think she'll be happy to see so many people in here. Tasha just went through a traumatic situation. She needs rest. You can't keep getting so many people in the room like that.”"You're right," said Flynn, looking away for a quick moment to observe Cristiano. "You can leave now. I've arrived.”"I'm not going out," Cristiano said with a dull giggle. "I arrived first.”"Oh, for God's sake! "Beatrice grunted, rising from a jump. She pulled Cristiano violentl
"Look, Cris... I really like you. I really loved you more than anything in this life. But you're not the guy I can call when the situation gets tight, you know? "I said, performing a mouth-in-mouth. "You're the guy who amuses me, makes me laugh, but that's all. All you do besides that is hurt me. And I know you may be being sincere in saying that you really realized that we were born for each other and that we should continue together, but now, after all, you no longer fit into my life, Cris.”"No, Tas. You don't have to say anything. "He interrupted, pretending that I hadn't really said anything. "I understand that you are already with someone else. And I don't want this guy to suffer, thinking that you'll be able to love him as you love me. I know you can't love anyone the same way you loved me, and I think he'll need some time to understand that. But I don't want to force anything. I don't want you to tell him out of nowhere that you don't want to see him anymore. We can make it wo
Beatrice snorted, but went to sit in one of the chairs, watching Cristiano like an eagle watching the chicks in her nest."What do you need to know? "He asked."How did the police arrive so fast? "I asked Beatrice, disappointing Cristiano's expectations. "How did they know what was happening in the supermarket, if the employees were surrendered before they had time to call them?”"The police had been following Flynn since the first crime," she replied, undoing the angry expression. "They considered him a suspect, yes, but the point was that they believed that the bandits would not leave Flynn alive to tell the story of what had happened. And, being a billionaire man in the middle of Brazil, they took on the role of following his every step to know if they would not meet the bandits at some point. And the moment came when Flynn came to pick you up that night. They were waiting across the street, in plainclothes, when they noticed that masked men entered the establishment. All we really