Love in ruins

AuroraIt's a rainy afternoon, when the neighbor next door knocks on the gate, letting me know that there was someone on the phone wanting to talk to me urgently. I hurry and run out into the rain, imagining the worst. When I answer, I hear that familiar voice on the other end of the line: it's my father. I roll my eyes inevitably. A long sigh before saying anything.“Hi, dad”“Your mother is in the hospital”He says this without me feeling any emotion in his voice.“I need you to come over here, Aurora, to help me take care of her”“Is it serious?”“I don't know, maybe”“Don't know?”My voice comes out angrier than it should.“Are you coming or not?”“And how do I do with my work? Or do you think only you work here?”“Put him down”I'm amazed at my father's arrogance, in not caring one bit about my life.“He left home because he wanted to, so don't blame me for your failures.”He could only be kidding, I think.“If you are willing to support me while I am taking care of my mother, I

AuroraThe betrayal I woke up scared. My mother is sitting up in bed, her eyes closed, moaning softly in pain. I jump to my feet, and I know my eyes are wide. I'm worried, visibly lost, not knowing what to do.— Mom, is everything okay?— I'm in a lot of pain, Aurora – I can see that she's crying – it's almost unbearable.— What do I do? — I look away, lost in the room. I look at the clock, and it's almost six – wait just a minute, Mom, I'm going to call for help.I hurried down the hall, not knowing exactly where to look. Furthermore, I remember how well she was yesterday, smiling, happy. She didn't even look sick, and now, she's lying there crying in pain. I spot a nurse a few feet away and run towards her.— My mother is in a lot of pain – I can hardly pronounce these words – please help her.— Calm down – she's kind, drops what she's doing to talk to me – what's your mother's name and what room is she in?— Desiree, room 08,– I try to calm down, but I can't.The nurse goes th

I slept all morning. When I wake up, it's past noon. I get up, the sun comes in through the cracks in the window. At least my head didn't hurt anymore. I go to the bathroom and take a quick shower. I wear old, worn-out clothing, reminding myself that I haven't bought a piece of clothing for myself in years. Furthermore, I leave the room and the house is silent. No sign of the two traitors. When I remember what happened that morning, my stomach turns. I walk towards my mom's room and the bed is messed up. I try not to imagine what happened there, but it's almost inevitable. Likewise, I look for my notebook and find it in one of the drawers. Not only that, but I catch him leaving, promising that I will throw that mattress away, as soon as I have the opportunity, so that my mother never sleeps in the same bed where my father's betrayal was consumed. I go to the kitchen and heat the food in the fridge. I have a quick lunch and when I look at the clock again it's almost two in the afternoo

The hell Luke On the hot nights of Rio de Janeiro, I would take my car and go to the east side of the city, and go out picking up women, one, two, and even three a night, to have fun. It was like this every week. I spent the money of the famous billionaire Gonzalo, my father, on prostitutes, and after I was satisfied, I abandoned them in the streets like anything else. Women were never seen by me as anything other than an object to be used. Until I met Aurora. Geane had told me about her. About the fact that he left due to conflicts with his father. How ironic that life puts someone so similar to me in my path. She was also a writer and as attached to her mother as I am. We even looked like two people living the same story in different bodies. After meeting her and having the timbre of her voice burned into my memory, I felt guilty for lying to her and the rest. How would I tell that I was the son of a billionaire who decided to disown me after discovering his ridiculous betrayal

The literary group I don't remember what time I went to sleep the night before, but I wake up with my body completely sore. I exhale hard, and he presses the back of his hands over my eyes to, perhaps, wake me up from sleep. — Is everything okay, Aurora? Desiree reached up with one hand to brush back one of the strands that fell across my face. I'm so happy to look at her, looking good and smiling, it's like taking a long sip of strong, hot coffee first thing in the morning. It invigorates my strength. — I'm fine, mother – I offer her a smile, thus trying to disguise the pain in my shoulders – it's good to see you too. — You look so pale.– Are you sure you slept well? Although I don't like lying to my mother, I don't feel like telling her about my worries from yesterday, even though I know she doesn't know why. — I'm just tired. I stayed up late last night writing that book. — What wonderful news. It's good to see my mother smiling. — My father is staying with you this aft