Chapter Three

I catch him without thinking twice and leave the room. To prevent lock the door, will know if he wakes up and I’m still here. I pull my suitcase to the exit and get out as soon as possible of this house that only behind bad memories. I take an Uber to the bus station further away, when I get to my destination, some people stare at me curious, the pain of blows, I can walk just limping and yet my ribs scream. I see that the bus bound for Canada has arrived and buy a ticket to Toronto, is a big city and far from New York. I hope I can survive in a completely unknown country.

*FOUR MONTHS LATER*

I’ve been in Canada for four months now and to be honest, the experience has been horrible. Once I got my work visa, which fortunately took only three months to leave, I got a job as a waitress, but I did not stay long, since the owner decided to retire and travel the world. I was lucky to get my visa that fast, but it helped the country to be short of workers, since the retirement rate is increasing and I have a very vast resume, I have lived in the United States my whole life was undoubtedly a decisive factor. Since I lost my job two weeks ago, I’m unemployed and immigration is already getting on my back, besides my money is almost over, I live in a mess in the motherfucking and to make matters worse, people are always looking at me crooked, researches say that for an immigrant to be fully included in society takes about five years, meanwhile I fuck to adapt.

I’m feeling in an episode of Mickey, in which he has to separate a slice of bread and beans for three people, but in this case it’s for me and for two more worms that live in my belly. It may seem like I’m making a joke, but my life just isn’t as bad as before. I had to wake up at seven in the morning to go pay the energy bill that is late and the streets of Toronto at these hours is hell, so I took twice the time I would take in a smaller city.

My legs are already aching from walking, but I can not stop, my apartment is so far yet... I cross the red light and go across the street. I hum a random Harry Styles song while walking the busy streets, looking at people I’ll probably never see again in life, I often find myself traveling about it, as we never know what will happen to people after we pass them, I may be the last person to see her alive and I’ll never know.

As if it were a complaint from the universe, I almost fall when something hits my face and blocks my vision. I pass my hand to clear my vision and see a newspaper.

- Amazing how these things only happen to me.

I talk to myself and I feel looks in my back, probably think I’m schizophrenic. Snitch losing the rest of my patience and when I’m gonna smash it, I see it’s open in a classified. I quickly get interested and start reading the almost microscopic letters. A per-app car company is hiring someone to clean one of the floors.

This is my chance, I can’t miss this opportunity that literally fell from the sky. I’m still on my way to my apartment, I don’t even feel tired anymore, I just want to get home and call that company to schedule my job interview. Being Cleaner is not a dream job, but at least it will help me not go hungry, there is nothing worse than being hungry and not having anything to eat. When I arrive in my apartment sigh of relief and open the door with my key, so I put my feet inside lock the door and throw my shoes in the air, without worrying about the organization.

I spent three years of my life as Cinderella, now I only clean up once a week and look there. I try not to think as much as possible about everything I’ve been through, but sometimes I still have nightmares and find myself thinking about how I’ve been able to put up with it for so long, From what I’ve read, this kind of man makes us women believe that we’re always wrong and that that’s having a real relationship, which is completely wrong.

It is not love if it hurts and that love hurt me both physically and mentally. For years I thought that he loved me and that I loved him, that he was just like that, because I made him like this, because I irritated him deeply, but now I see that I did nothing, I only asked for five minutes alone and an hour away from home, but he believed that he owned me and that he had the right to keep me at home, just to do everything he wanted.