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Since When, You Piece of Trash?
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My dad's bestfriend A Split Lip
But Pedro remained motionless. His face already marked by a violent redness a nascent bruise on his cheekbone, a split lip from which a warm, salty trickle of blood flowed he stood there, arms along his body, shoulders drawn in, like a man awaiting his punishment. He didn't even raise his hands to protect himself. He made no gesture to parry the blows, to dodge, to flee. He wanted it to hurt. He needed it to hurt. He wanted each impact to be a punishment, an expiation, a purification through suffering. He wanted the blood flowing from his lip to wash away the shame gnawing at his entrails.Javier continued. A fourth blow, striking the brow bone and opening a fine but deep gash. Blood now ran down his face, mingling with the sweat beading on his forehead. Sofia was still screaming, her voice shattering into a thousand pieces, her strength gradually abandoning her. She collapsed to her knees between the two men, hands still clenched on her father's T-shirt, her tearing sobs filling the
My dad's bestfriend It's My Fault, Dad!
The silence that followed Sofia's confession was heavier than all the screams in the world. It weighed on everyone's shoulders, crushing them, reducing them to statues of salt in a house that had just turned into a field of ruins. Sofia, still in tears, cheeks streaked with shining trails, face decomposed by a shame so violent it had become physical, made a desperate gesture toward Pedro. Her hand trembled, her fingers opened and closed in the void, as if she were trying to catch something impalpable a second chance, a word not yet spoken. She was trying to signal him not to answer, not to inflame the gaping wound further, to stay silent, to take it, to wait for the storm to pass. But Pedro was no longer answering. He had ceased to exist as a free man the instant his daughter's words had crossed the air like poisoned arrows. He accepted. Every insult, every silent reproach emanating from Javier's gaze struck him harder than fists, deeper than knives. He remained standing, but barely s
My dad's bestfriend Since When, You Piece of Trash?
Javier stayed speechless for a moment, lips parted, eyes fixed on Pedro, then on Sofia, as if searching for a denial on their faces. Then a nervous, almost unconscious laugh escaped him. A laugh of shock, of total denial an incongruous, tearing sound in this end-of-the-world atmosphere."But… what are you talking about? Pedro? Sofia? Is this a joke… a bad joke?"Ellie repeated, louder, without a tremor in his voice, as if he wanted to drive the nail all the way in:"Dad… He's fucking Sofia. Your daughter. I saw them. Not once twice. I saw them kissing in the car, and just now they were in the bedroom about to… They were laughing at us, Dad. They were laughing at everyone."The silence that followed was total, absolute, heavier than anything they had ever known. A leaden silence a cemetery, a tomb silence. Javier staggered, his legs buckling under him as if the bones had been removed. He leaned his full weight against the back of an armchair, gripping the fabric with both hands, his fa
My dad's bestfriend The Truth Always Comes Out
"What did I expect, coming from you, Sofia." He shook his head, a bitter, disillusioned sneer floating on his lips. "You swore to me. You swore to me, Sofia, that it was over, that it would never happen again." His voice rose a notch, charged with powerless rage. "You've been lying to me from the start." He turned his gaze toward his father, and his voice grew even colder, sharper. "And you, Dad. You… You're no better than garbage, both of you. You disgust me."The silence that followed was deafening, heavier than a tomb. Sofia opened her mouth, lips trembling, but no sound came out. She desperately searched for a sentence, an explanation, a lie, but words failed her. Pedro, face livid, eyes bulging, remained petrified, unable to move, his hand still suspended in the void where Sofia's waist had been a second earlier.Pedro and Sofia burst out of the bedroom like trapped wild animals, their hearts pounding so hard against their ribs they nearly lost their hearing. The hallway air sudd
My dad's bestfriend You Disgust Me… You've Been Lying to Me from the Start
Sofia pushed the door shut behind her, closing it with a dull thud. She approached him, her voice low but resolute, charged with desperate determination."Yeah, I understand perfectly what you told me, Pedro. But don't worry about that." She paused, holding his gaze. "We just have to be more careful, both of us. More discreet. That's all. It's not the end of the world."Pedro shook his head wearily, running a nervous hand through his wet hair to push it back. Drops of water scattered around him."I don't understand how I let myself get here, Sofia." His voice was hoarse, charged with guilt. "I knew he was in love with you. I've known for a while. I saw it in his eyes, in the way he looked at you, in his unhealthy jealousy. And I, his own father, I did this. I went past it. I betrayed him in full knowledge of what I was doing."Sofia looked at him, eyes narrowed, as if trying to read the depths of his soul."You knew?" she asked, her voice suddenly lower, deeper.Pedro nodded, features
My dad's bestfriend Maybe Ellie Didn't Have the Courage to Speak
Sofia was elsewhere. Completely elsewhere, floating in a thick, cottony fog where the sounds and smells of the real world reached her muffled. She stood in the kitchen beside her father, hands busy cutting vegetables, but her mind wandered far from the cutting board and the sharp knives. Her movements were mechanical, almost robotic. Yet her eyes stayed fixed, lost in the void, riveted on a grain of wood on the counter she didn't even see.Pedro had left. He had left the house without a word, without a gesture, without even a glance over his shoulder, and that silence weighed on her like a boulder. He hadn't answered any of her messages. She had reread them dozens of times those little blue texts she'd sent him with growing frenzy: "Where are you?", "We need to talk,", "Please, call me back," and later, in a surge of desperation, "I'm begging you, Pedro, answer me." Nothing. The implacable silence of the phone, that absence of response eating at her from the inside. It was the same wi
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