24

Yesenia

“Go away,” I say and stagger over to the table, picking up the gun. He watches me closely and approaches pointing to what appears to be the safety lock. “Go now,” I ask again, feeling weaker and weaker.

I was afraid I was going to pass out, the blood loss was taking its toll.

The boy leaves the room and I faint in the chair waiting for the return of the woman who destroyed my life, the image kept repeating itself in my mind at all times.

Her small chest struggling to expand.

The breaths slowing down until it was gone.

I would never know what color her eyes were, if she had the same skin tone as her father, if she had hair as dark as mine.

Her father ...

A laugh escapes my throat, what a nightmare.

All because of power.

The door opens and there she is, staring at me in astonishment and staring intently at the gun in my drooping hand.

"That cursed boy…" she murmurs, but soon resumes her determined and feline composure, as if she commanded everything, but now “I” had