Eight years ago
I wake up in the middle of the night as my cell phone vibrates. I usually sleep with the lights off, except when Joshua is scared. I keep my eyes open as I get used to the dark.
Who would write to me in the middle of the night?
I grope for my phone on the bed, grab it, and check the time by pressing the power button.
3:00 am
We live in a small apartment that is often infected by pests such as cockroaches. I try to avoid them, but it is difficult for me and more so if I consider that I do not have time to be at home with Joshua. He has learned to go to school by taking the bus and coming home alone. In the meantime, he expects me to come home from work late at night. The opportunities that offer a better life every day are made even more difficult for me. I work twelve hours in the hotel bar; I'm a waitress, I make drinks… everything I can to get m
Ten minutes later, I am still in the dining room of the department of Santiago. I can't believe he said something so cruel to me.True, real, but that doesn't take away the cruelty. Why is this happening to me? Why does it hurt?I don't think I need it. I don't want to need it.I refuse to even consider that at some point in my life I will need someone. I cannot afford it because simply nobody has been there for me in the most difficult moments. I have had to survive alone for too long, I have had to fend for myself and pull myself up to move on. I feel like chasing after him, following him and telling him everything that comes to mind. I want to yell at him that I am not that anyone he thinks, but the problem is that I am.I'm that one, I'm the one who has been selling her body for more than ten years, the one who sold her virginity to a fat man in a hotel room. I'm still the sad girl from almost nineteen years ago who lost her mother to a
Almost 8 years agoThe nausea in the morning is killing me.Everything that falls to my stomach is flushed down the toilet.My tears have stopped coming out, I don't cry anymore.It seems that there is no god in heaven who watches over me, takes care of me and protects me. I am lonelier than a prisoner in a desert prison.I have cried every day since taking a pregnancy test a month ago. Ryan left his seed inside of me. It grows thanks to my damn eggs wanting to get pregnant. I hate myself every second for doing nothing, for doing nothing but crying as he penetrated and possessed me over and over again, until he was done and gone. He left me lying at the entrance of the building.Don't I have adrenaline in my body?I have considered all the options in the last two months. I've thought about what things I could have done to de
"Is disappearing still possible?"I blush upon hearing the name of the silky brown haired woman in front of me.Confirmed. It was an obvious fact. My simplest fears have been confirmed in relation to Santiago Dominelli. In short, there is a Mrs. Dominelli, who is in front of me. He watches me curiously.Shame makes my pale skin turn red and my cheeks light up like Christmas lights.“And you are?"The one who has fucked her husband and wants to continue doing it?"Fuck, what a mess.“Let me explain, ma'am, I have been sleeping with your husband for a few weeks and a psychopath wants to rape me and then kill me. Maybe both at the same time. Her husband, being my knight on a steed, has rescued me and brought me home. Now you found me almost red”handed.I dismiss the hilarious and hurtful confession."Thea, delighted." I hold out my hand.Why do I do it? I can't even touch her. I shouldn't even do it
I look at my building from inside the car. I don't feel the blood rushing through my veins and my pulse is racing. I'm scared to death. I know it's stupid to come here alone without notifying the police or anyone."Without giving the information to Santiago so that he knows that I am here, so that he can be pending in case of ... die."I am not at all sure of my actions.My hands are cold and stiff.My soul aches to think of what that psychopath could have done to Sophie.I can't keep counting on Santiago or Cristopher, things are the way they are. And so they must stay.I'm alone. I have always been alone, and I will stay that way. I am destined for that.It's the same feeling I had when Joshua died. I'm alone. I can't count on anyone, since no one is or will be there for me. I've lost contact with Charlene and Maxwell for years. I quit my job at the bar and moved from the place where I lived for so many years with Joshua. I wanted a
Santiago stops me before I can get inside. Matti, meanwhile, goes by like a bullet and enters the apartment.“But what's wrong with you? "He takes his hands off me.""Let Mateo check," he replies without flinching."Check what?" Do you think he's still here? With the time we've wasted arguing out here?"You don't know what he might be capable of."I laugh at the stupidity and incongruity of his words."You think I don't know what he's capable of ?! "I'm out of my mind." Do you think I don't know? Who is completely insane?"Then you do know who it is." You just painted me a damn story this morning, Thea.I ignore it. I won't keep wasting time while Sophie is going through an ordeal because of me.I send myself to the room and I don't stop to listen to Santiago's curses.I stop at the bedroom door. The lights are still off, but I can see her.It looks awful.It bothers me, it hurts
"What did you say, Thea?" "It gets closer."His closeness is painful to me, annoys me and irritates me greatly."I didn't say anything." Have you not heard that stupid things are always said in times of crisis?“Not really. It is like saying that drunkards say things because they are drunk and, even worse, just accept them. He gets up, grabs my arm, and drags me with him. What you say in a moment of crisis is because you really feel it, only that your emotions are under control and now you let them out ...“Shut up. I walk away from him and go back to Sophie's apartment. He always has something to refute, it's like he never loses.“I am listening to you.“Cool. I don't speak behind anyone's back."Gossiping isn't polite either.""Maybe I'm not as polite as you thought, Santiago." I'm still the same prostitute you fucked."Don't go around there." His tone makes me sad. Y
I pack everything I need. I put on a pair of jeans and a black, patterned T-shirt. My hair in a ponytail and knee-length boots. I unhook a black coat and throw it over myself. I feel like I'm going to war, a mystery and the unknown. I grab the tote bag that weighs a ton and walk out of the room.Santiago is still standing by my door.“Ready? He asks me since he saw me leave."As much as I could."“Well. He starts walking toward the exit door. The driver is waiting for us."May I know where we are going?" “I follow it. She stops, takes my handbag from me, and hooks it on her. Thanks."Let's go where you'll be safe." Do you trust me?Looked at him. I don't know what the hell to answer.A large part of me trusts him, but there are so many things that we do not know about each other, things that if I told him at least from me, he would not look at me with that desire that his eyes profess so much.No. Ultim
My mind freezes upon hearing those words and a migraine settles in my brain. I don't know what to answer or what the hell to do. Was he watching me? Like a fucking stalker? Like Ryan?Ryan ...What if all this time I've blamed the wrong person?It was always there right under my nose.Ryan doesn't exist, at least not in this part of my life."You're screwed, Thea!" He exclaims as he approaches me. Do you really think I'm the one behind all this shit? Do you think I'm the one who did that to Sophie?“Me…"You nothing." You didn't have to say it. Oh my God! Looks like your eyes are going to pop out of the damn accounts!“Santiago…"Do you think I'm capable of shit like that?" "Looks like he's gone mad." So fucked up do you think I am? I can have you when I damn well want to. I don't need to violate your apartment ... You invited me in! Didn't you think that?Shit, I screwed up everything.
The problem with dreams is that when you wake up you don't know if everything was the product of your imagination or if things really happened like that.I wake up sweaty with Santiago on me. He looks at me like he thinks I'm going to break into a thousand pieces at any moment.The room is dark, I can barely make out my devil, the one who has been with me these last days chaotic and destructive to my nervous system.Santiago watches me, concerned. This is not the first time I have woken him up in the middle of the night from my nightmares.Cristopher is loose out there.Maybe it hurts and hurts innocent people, like I once was and Sophie is now."Another nightmare?" His voice envelops me and soothes me at the same time.That's how it was ever since he appeared in my life.Santiago Dominelli is the personification of my deepest and most carnal desires."Another nightmare," I agree.I hate feeling helpless in front
She is going to pay for what she did to her son. They will all pay because of him.Everyone will be involved in his revenge.If not for the blonde fainting, I would have enjoyed it much more. One by one they will fall.He will be your worst nightmare.Thea deserves no mercy. She did not have it when she decided to destroy the life of the one he loved.He thought of his son, his poor boy. He fell in love with the wrong woman, with a provocative harpy. Your child didn't know anything about love, but he did. He knows that sometimes it is difficult to maintain it. Sometimes desperate measures must be taken for love to triumph.Thea is like his late wife; he likes hard things, to be difficult and important.Luckily, he already has experience with that kind of bitch.She will be h
I wake up exhausted after sleeping for more than ten hours straight. The light from the window hits me right in the eyes. I blink uncomfortably at the clarity of the chamber. I am not usually a grumpy person in the morning, I usually wake up with spirits and with more joy than I have in the rest of the day. I like mornings. The amount of sun that it brings, if I consider that the Manhattan climate is quite cold, that I can rarely feel the heat, it is very good. I have come to appreciate it when I feel it through the window. My vision begins to get used to the room I am in. Dawn alone knowing that Santiago is in the next room has been the hardest thing she has had to do in recent days. The desire I feel for him is becoming more unbearable with each passing second.I was so exhausted last night that I didn't even stop by for dinner. I apologized to Santiago and Mateo for the lack of consideration, as they invited me to their home. It is true that it was not a common invitation,
We arrived at the castle after being in the air for over an hour. Apparently, we went over the expected time, according to Santiago, due to an unfavorable climate. The house is a real castle: a medieval”style mansion in the middle of nowhere. Hectares and more hectares of land surround the property. Green rules the grass. A car awaits us when we get off the jet."How did Matti get Sophie?" —I question to him when calculating the distance in which we are with the one of where we live."I imagine on his jet, just like me." I roll my shoulders, indifferent.“Obvious. They both have toy airplanes to travel when they do not want to take traffic."They're not toy planes, they're Cessna 510 Citation Mustangs.""Wow, you left me the same," I sneer."Women," he murmurs.He walks away and opens the car door for me to enter.“Thanks.I avoid everything I can to break the bubble of tranquility i
My mind freezes upon hearing those words and a migraine settles in my brain. I don't know what to answer or what the hell to do. Was he watching me? Like a fucking stalker? Like Ryan?Ryan ...What if all this time I've blamed the wrong person?It was always there right under my nose.Ryan doesn't exist, at least not in this part of my life."You're screwed, Thea!" He exclaims as he approaches me. Do you really think I'm the one behind all this shit? Do you think I'm the one who did that to Sophie?“Me…"You nothing." You didn't have to say it. Oh my God! Looks like your eyes are going to pop out of the damn accounts!“Santiago…"Do you think I'm capable of shit like that?" "Looks like he's gone mad." So fucked up do you think I am? I can have you when I damn well want to. I don't need to violate your apartment ... You invited me in! Didn't you think that?Shit, I screwed up everything.
I pack everything I need. I put on a pair of jeans and a black, patterned T-shirt. My hair in a ponytail and knee-length boots. I unhook a black coat and throw it over myself. I feel like I'm going to war, a mystery and the unknown. I grab the tote bag that weighs a ton and walk out of the room.Santiago is still standing by my door.“Ready? He asks me since he saw me leave."As much as I could."“Well. He starts walking toward the exit door. The driver is waiting for us."May I know where we are going?" “I follow it. She stops, takes my handbag from me, and hooks it on her. Thanks."Let's go where you'll be safe." Do you trust me?Looked at him. I don't know what the hell to answer.A large part of me trusts him, but there are so many things that we do not know about each other, things that if I told him at least from me, he would not look at me with that desire that his eyes profess so much.No. Ultim
"What did you say, Thea?" "It gets closer."His closeness is painful to me, annoys me and irritates me greatly."I didn't say anything." Have you not heard that stupid things are always said in times of crisis?“Not really. It is like saying that drunkards say things because they are drunk and, even worse, just accept them. He gets up, grabs my arm, and drags me with him. What you say in a moment of crisis is because you really feel it, only that your emotions are under control and now you let them out ...“Shut up. I walk away from him and go back to Sophie's apartment. He always has something to refute, it's like he never loses.“I am listening to you.“Cool. I don't speak behind anyone's back."Gossiping isn't polite either.""Maybe I'm not as polite as you thought, Santiago." I'm still the same prostitute you fucked."Don't go around there." His tone makes me sad. Y
Santiago stops me before I can get inside. Matti, meanwhile, goes by like a bullet and enters the apartment.“But what's wrong with you? "He takes his hands off me.""Let Mateo check," he replies without flinching."Check what?" Do you think he's still here? With the time we've wasted arguing out here?"You don't know what he might be capable of."I laugh at the stupidity and incongruity of his words."You think I don't know what he's capable of ?! "I'm out of my mind." Do you think I don't know? Who is completely insane?"Then you do know who it is." You just painted me a damn story this morning, Thea.I ignore it. I won't keep wasting time while Sophie is going through an ordeal because of me.I send myself to the room and I don't stop to listen to Santiago's curses.I stop at the bedroom door. The lights are still off, but I can see her.It looks awful.It bothers me, it hurts
I look at my building from inside the car. I don't feel the blood rushing through my veins and my pulse is racing. I'm scared to death. I know it's stupid to come here alone without notifying the police or anyone."Without giving the information to Santiago so that he knows that I am here, so that he can be pending in case of ... die."I am not at all sure of my actions.My hands are cold and stiff.My soul aches to think of what that psychopath could have done to Sophie.I can't keep counting on Santiago or Cristopher, things are the way they are. And so they must stay.I'm alone. I have always been alone, and I will stay that way. I am destined for that.It's the same feeling I had when Joshua died. I'm alone. I can't count on anyone, since no one is or will be there for me. I've lost contact with Charlene and Maxwell for years. I quit my job at the bar and moved from the place where I lived for so many years with Joshua. I wanted a