Days and weeks passed and Ezra continued without being caught. Local television channels stopped covering his escape and began to focus on the other news of the moment. The police patrols guarding my house and Paola's were removed without our being able to do anything. After all the advance that I thought I had made in the right direction, I fell back again.
Paola and I spoke several times a day on the phone and she told me that she could no longer see her house in the same way, which was very understandable because her whole home reminded her of what happened and that filled her with fear. I couldn't help but feel guilty while listening to her, Ezra must have hanged me and not her. My uncles did not take long to come to the conclusion that their daughter required psychological therapy and they offered me to go with her, I declined their offer because I preferred to focus on other things, however the idea sounded perfect to my mother's e
The jury found Ezra guilty of attempted murder and he received a sentence with the possibility of parole. Knowing that I was behind bars reassured me a lot, but that was not all. The accident fractured his spine and left him disabled for life, so that he could never get away from his wheelchair. It was very surprising for everyone.Isaac and I went back to college after he was discharged from the hospital and our classmates threw us a surprise party. We both started studying hard and focused on reaching our goals. Life was actually too short to live meaninglessly. We both knew what we wanted to do with our lives and that pushed us forward.My life was never the same as before, but changed to become a much better existence, my family became more united than it already was and I had Isaac by my side brightening my days which was invaluable. I could leave my house as many times as I wanted so I felt like a butterfly in freedom, I decided to add outdoor exercise sess
I roll over in bed and close my eyes for five minutes, but all my efforts to sleep are useless because I'm thinking about her. Obviously another awake night awaits me so I get up from my bed at once and go to the desk. It is impossible for me not to spend hours and hours looking at her photos. I grab one of the photos on the table and start to appreciate them again, the photo was taken from behind while Kim was walking along the road.I remember that day perfectly, she looked totally carefree, with her hair down and listening to music with her headphones on. In the photograph you can only see her back, her long legs and her short hair, but it is more than enough to drive me crazy. She's a goddess. Everyone should realize how magnificent she is, but apparently they see her as a normal person. Anyway I prefer it that way because it will be mine and nobody else's.I put the photo on the wall and tape it, its place is next to the others. My photo collection is quite large
I was very excited to read the new book that I had bought online. As soon as the package arrived at my house, I got comfortable in my room on the desk and started reading. My window was open and it offered me a very nice view of the landscape outside. It was a sunny afternoon in Puerto Cabezas and I could hear the birds singing in the distance. It seemed like the perfect time to immerse myself in my reading.I wasn't a romantic woman so the novels that revolved around a love story seemed very boring to me. The book I was reading was suspenseful and I was very intrigued, I was so immersed in the story that I was really scared when my alarm went off. I grabbed my phone and read the reminder. It was time to study. I turned the page I was reading and put the book on my desk.There was an unusual movement in the house next door because a new family was moving. Before leaving for college in the morning, I caught a glimpse of a moving truck that had brought their furniture, b
The next day I was having breakfast quietly until I remembered that I had a neighbor to avoid, the event of the previous night invaded my brain and I couldn't help but feel ashamed. I didn't want to remember anything about what happened, but my brain was a specialist, forgetting the important things and repeating as a scratched disc the biggest shames of my life. And if it was shame, last night I had broken a new record.For nothing in the world did I want to see Ezra again, but now he was my neighbor and it would be difficult to hide from him. A temporary solution was not to go to the cafeteria or shop at the supermarket, but as much as I wanted to avoid it. I knew that sooner or later I would meet him again. It was a real shame.I went to one of the windows that looked towards his house and moved the curtain slightly. There was nobody in the garden and there was no sign of Ezra either. That was my moment. I grabbed my backpack and quickly went out on the road to take
Somehow I walked up the road and got into a taxi, I didn't even go back to my section to pick up my bag, I wanted to scream and break something, but I bit my lower lip and kept quiet the whole way. The taxi was pretty fast, but the way back home seemed like forever.How did this happen? Why didn't I see the signs? I should never have dated Fernando. When I met him, he gave me a good impression, but it turned out to be the opposite of what I thought. I thought he loved me, but it was all a farce, he only saw me as a challenge, he thought that he could change my way of being, but he was wrong and I made the same mistake in thinking that I could change him. What a fool I was. The tears wanted to come out of my eyes, but somehow I kept them inside. All I wanted at the time was to lock myself in my room.I opened the door of my house and entered with slow steps. Without a doubt it would be very difficult to tell my mother what had happened, at first I had justified Fernando
The sunlight invaded my entire room and I was forced to open my eyes. My routine as a college student was starting to bother me. Thank goodness I only had one more year to go to finish and get my degree so I needed to push myself a little harder. In a perfect world Fernando would withdraw from university and I could be calm, but it was obvious that this was not going to happen.I crawled out of bed and started to get ready, my mood was on the floor. I went down the stairs with a slow step, I wanted to go to the kitchen to make breakfast, but when I got to the living room I was struck by an envelope that was under the front door. Had someone left us a message? It must have been a mistake, my parents' clients never addressed them in such an informal way and no friend of mine would send me a note ignoring WhatsApp. I went over to investigate and opened the envelope, it was a typewritten letter and had my name written in capital letters on the back of the paper. I started r
The next day I woke up thinking about Isaac, it made me nervous just remembering his words. I had to summon the courage to confess my feelings to him, and I had to do it soon. I got ready as usual and just as I was about to leave the house I noticed another piece of paper lying under the door."It's impossible," I whispered puzzled.Was it another note from Isaac? A part of me was flattered. I took the page and read it without knowing what to expect:“I can't wait to see you, being away from you is a real ordeal for me, I already want to get close to you so I can caress your hair and touch your lips. Your vanilla perfume drives me crazy, everything in you drives me crazy. We'll be together soon."I stared at the door, but I was actually thinking about what I had read. It was a very romantic message and it made me feel a little strange because I didn't usually get that kind of attention. I opened the door and looked around, but no one was there so I
I was getting ready as usual when someone started to whistle in front of my house, I went to the window and saw that it was Isaac, he was riding a black motorcycle, he had a very sexy black leather jacket and he was wearing an extra helmet for me. My eyes widened, had Isaac bought a motorcycle? I was not expecting that surprise. I opened my window and waved at him, Isaac smiled at me and motioned for me to come down. He wanted to take me to college. Pulse racing, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. My parents were standing in the living room ready to go to work."Hurry up Kim, Isaac is waiting for you," my mom said carelessly as she fixed my dad's tie. They trusted Isaac as much as I did and didn't even ask me questions when I went out with him.I went to meet him and found him leaning on the seat of the motorcycle. It was parked on the side of the road and it looked flawless. Every last strand of his hair was in place."Well, well. Look what we have here,&r