05

Colton said something, but I knocked on the window and closed the curtains, extremely upset and even more shaken. My television stopped in the last song, and to tell you the truth, I wasn't interested in listening to anything else at all. I decided to really sleep, wait for the next day of more pretense and medicine, and then sleep again. That was my routine. Was there a better life than this?

I had to have all the trouble to go to the kitchen to get water because I was too dumb to leave a jar in the room, so I crawled through the rooms barefoot and very cold because of the winter that was coming, and that depressed me a lot. Before I loved snow, now I hated having to freeze my ass to go to work, and then go back to an equally freezing house.

I was reflecting on how suddenly it seemed so boring to be an adult when my doorbell rang. I couldn't avoid the bad omen that afflicted me. I remembered what it was like in the first months I moved... As my house was always visited by police officers and how they liked to ring the doorbell insistently so that it irritated me to the point of answering with blood in my eyes, as it happened now.

With the glass still in my hand, I walked away from the sink and hurried to the door. For a second I hesitated to check it out in the magic eye, but I'm glad I did it, since the shock of the visit was less disturbing when I saw it first.

"Are you making fun of my face, asshole?" I scream.

Colton took a step inside. At least now he was properly dressed and without any trace of sweat on his body.

"I want to see if you have the courage to close the window now, you crazy" he challenged in a threatening tone.

"What the fuck do you want?" I kept screaming, because I really wanted to be alone, but I also wanted someone in whom I could discount all my shit. Colton was the chosen one. What the heated. "I want to be alone and in a good mood. Does it cost you to stop thinking it's my nanny's shit? You're ridiculous, Colton. Despite having all this muscular body, it's a little suit shit that thinks the world is perfect. He thinks he's fucked up just because he's already been kidnapped by gangsters while trying to save his platonic passion that was Suzy. Spare me you, you sucker!

Colton was silent, just judging me with a harsh look, as he crossed his arms.

"Is it over?"

"No" I punched her chest, and the mother's son didn't even move. I was even more angry. "I want you to fuck yourself. You, Suzy, my mother, the police, the doctors. I want everyone to get together and take a train ride straight to hell. Go Fuck Yourself!"

Colton stood still, pretending not to hear me say anything. He calmly took another step inside and closed the door. I didn't care if the neighbors would be bothered by the screams. They never really cared about me. At most they would try to spy through the living fence to make sure I wouldn't be dismembering anyone.

"You can continue cursing everyone who tries to do the best for you, Penelope. But you can't fool anyone if you haven't noticed."

"I swear I'll punch you in the face, Colton!" I threatened with my fist closed.

“Good... At least that way I'll make sure you're not just a bag to talk shit and cry every night."

"Your gossiper from..."

"Curse as much as you want, Penelope." He interrupted, taking another step that left him practically glued to me. If our height difference wasn't so small, I'd say he was trying to intimidate me. "You will not change the fact that you are sick, but not physically."

“Great! Are you going to recommend me another psychiatrist?" I crossed my arms too, imitating him.

"You can't be alone anymore.”

I entered your little game, because I was also very good at being persistent. That's why I raised my chin with determination."

"Say what you want, Colton."

“I want to bring you back, Lope,” he said stubbornly. “For better or for worse.”