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Luke Fagundes I was driving down a busy avenue in Rio de Janeiro, watching the car in front of me, so I wouldn’t let it out of my sight. Sweat was running down my forehead. I looked at the clock on the dashboard, and it was only eight in the morning. I accelerated when I realized that the car in front had established a great distance. Inside that car is Gonzalo Fagundes, my father. The night before, I saw my mother come home from the church with a heavy face. Maybe it was fate. I was at home that day, which was very rare, since I was always wandering the streets of Rio de Janeiro, spending my father’s fortune. I went to the bedroom and, with the door ajar, I saw my mother take an envelope from one of the drawers, open it and take what I supposed to be a letter. A tear rolled down her face, as if she were reading it for the first time. Closing her eyes, she shoved the paper back into the envelope and placed it in the third drawer of her dresser. He got up and walked towards the bathro
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
Luke FagundesA lump formed in my throat as the plane took off towards Brasília, but I didn't cry. I will never cry because my father decided to be a son of a bitch with me. I got used to your disdain, your lack of empathy. Likewise, I might even be going to hell, but I would come back stronger than before and ready for my revenge.An hour later, the plane landed on the runway. I went down and came across an unknown man, standing waiting for me. Gonzalo thought of everything, every detail, to make sure that the punishment would be strictly imposed against me. The man, in silence, directed me to a car, stopped a few meters away. I was pushed unceremoniously into the backseat. Half an hour later he stopped on a street, without asphalt, with mud puddles and boys running barefoot. The place stank worse than the building where he was hiding with his mistress. The man opened the door and pulled me out.— Your aunt is waiting for you, – he said, pushing me into the middle of the street, cau
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
Almost a month later, I started to feel severe pain in my back, and I had pneumonia. If I died, I certainly wouldn't miss my father, who didn't care about me or worry about me. Magdalena, who wasn't the worst of women, bought me a new mattress when she realized that the situation could get a lot worse. I was the source of her wealth, if I died how would she survive? From caviar to fried egg, there were days when we didn't even have an egg to eat. It was only after the second month that things started to change. Magdalena rescues all the money she earned from my father and bought clothes, furniture, food. The woman seemed to live in the clouds, but I saw absolutely no advantage in any of that. I was literally eating the bread that the devil had kneaded. When it rained, it leaked on top of me. There were days when the storm was so big that it flooded the whole house and I had to find a way to sleep on the small, worn sofa in the house. There was no running water and I had to learn to
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
— Geane told me that you are also a writer – I know my cheeks reddened, and a silly smile formed on my lips. I looked away to try to hide that I was acting like a complete idiot.— Tell him, Aurora.Then I realized that I was silent for seconds.— Oh! – my God, there was nowhere to stick my face – yes, I am a writer. From novels.— She is finishing writing her first book – Geane was excited, while revealing my whole life to him.— What a beautiful surprise – his eyes glued to mine – when it's finished, I want to be the first to read it.— I'm sorry, Luke – I had the impression that Geane transformed into someone else when I was near him – you're going to have to get in line, there's me, her mother…— Damn it! – I yell, and when I realize it, they're both looking at me – I need to go back to the hospital. The five minutes turned into twenty. I'm very late.Luke was still looking at me, this time with a curious look. I realized then how ridiculous I was. My disheveled hair that the wind
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