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I light my cigarette at the bar, take a deep drag, and let out the smoke slowly. The bartender watches me and shuts up.
"Stop looking at me like I have four heads and twenty pairs of eyes," I blurt out after a while.
“Excuse me. I really didn't mean to bother you, but the thing is ... You and Mr. Santiago went in together — you stammer, perhaps not because you have that condition, but because you know you are crossing the line.
"What happens with me and with ... Mr. Santiago is not in your interest." "His name bothers me when I say it."
"I know not, but you are the first woman to enter with him and to leave alone just an hour later."
The guy is a first”rate gossip.
I wouldn't mind knowing more about that idiot I left in the bedroom. I don't mind the fact that he counted the hours I was in the bedroom with Santiago. I imagine that, having few clients at this time, it was
I watch him go and I don't stop him.Who could stop Santiago? No one.He is a complete stranger, who at the same time has seen from me, in a couple of hours, things that no one has determined in years. I came with the intention of forgetting a man and, instead, I managed to tattoo him in my mind with indelible ink.Now I regret not having stayed at home and suffering the need to play him in silence. I'm not ready for someone to take over my insides. As a woman who has been used to selling her body for years, I cannot be surprised that others generally only want that from me. The contract that I give to my clients is specific: no love affairs, no commitments, no calls or trying to reach me under any circumstances just because he wants to see me again. I do not usually repeat clients, unless we reach a higher level of economic understanding than expected and that the way of behaving inside the room is passable. In this situation, part of me, Thea, who wants to loc
Five years and ten months agoI go over to his bed. I see it sad. He's been like this since we left the hospital and came home. Doctors told me: depression would fill the space, and not just Joshua.I have stopped going to work. My boss told me a week ago that I didn't need me to come back, not until I ... resolved my life.I don't want to think that solving my life is seeing my little brother die.I brush the tears off my cheeks."Don't cry, Thea." We both knew it was a matter of time. "His words pierce my soul."He is so small and yet so wise.I want to cry to the world, to anyone.I want to find someone who wants to snatch my little brother from my side and beat him until my knuckles bleed and he desists from snatching the most precious thing I have from my side.The months in the hospit
I can't stay here a second longer. I leave the apartment and close the door behind me. I can't stand the pain in my chest. I tell myself that it is something temporary and that it is a simple joke that someone wants to make me, but something yells at me that this is serious. It is real. I walk meaninglessly down the sidewalk. I don't have a specific interest in going somewhere, just getting out of that damaged and violated space is enough for me.I don't tend to become fond of places, people, animals, with anything that can change from one moment to the next. I haven't been bothered living like this since Joshua died. The first months were terrible, the loneliness was more powerful and harmful than I could imagine at that time. Five years ago happiness was reduced to the few moments where my brother smiled. Because of the pain in her body and the annoyance of not being able to lead a normal and full life, her beautiful smile did not shine for long."Hey!" He is okay?
They say that it is unlikely to meet someone with whom you feel safe and can trust at all times. It is true that I have not yet been able to find that person and I think I never will. My current interests are limited to picking up and letting go, be it men or moments. I don't need it and I don't want more than that.I detail the man who could be my father; his eyes are dark and full of a passionate shine, a high and conceited nose, his common clothes and his hearty hat. So calm sitting with a prostitute listening to problems that do not concern him and should not be of interest to him, but here he is, looking at me, waiting for me to start narrating details about my recent stalker.I was not thinking of talking. I wanted to leave, I really wanted to, but my feet had other plans and they planted themselves as if they were taking root.“And good? He asks with his hands crossed over his chest. Tell me about that man."Which of all?" I smile at my pathe
I say goodbye to Cristopher after another half hour between conversations. The words came out on their own after a while. I can't understand how a middle-aged man with dark eyes and intense gaze could give me confidence. It offered me peace of mind just by being there.I stop in front of my apartment.I don't feel the need to run away again."Hi, Thea." “Sophie, the girl who lives on the second floor, greets me when she sees me enter the elevator.She is a petite six”foot”five with short Halle Barry hair, gray eyes, and thin lips. Walk here and there in sportswear. His life is to do exercises of any kind and at any time."Hi, Sophie."I never spoke to her for more than five minutes.She seems to have an urgent need to talk to me and for us to be friends. I don't have the same interest. I try to make you understand it with courtesy."Shall we have that glass of wine today?" He asks me before the elevator opens
"Thea, did the mice eat your tongue?" Santiago watches me entertained.I have more surprise than fear at his sudden appearance in my apartment. I look at my house for something out of place. I know it just got fixed, but I feel like he's the kind of observant and picky person."I'm not going to ask how the hell you found me." I walk over and put my hands on my hips. I have an engagement tonight and in a few minutes they will come to see me."Does that mean it's here in your department?"I hear his voice and I tremble inside.How is it possible for me to get those feelings just by talking?"Don't invite yourself, don't even think about it." I'm sure you're a very busy man, so why don't you just tell me what you came for? Why did you go to so much trouble to find me?He gets up from the couch and walks straight towards me.It looks huge in front of me and I think about the high heels that I usually wear. It is not a complex of st
“What do we do now?We finished the three bottles of wine.Sophie is telling the time and I ... well, I sit in the clouds with Santiago looking at me as if he were going to eat at any moment.The cravings dominate me.His eyes are so dark and bright, between coffee and chocolate, between hell and paradise.Considering that he is my devil incarnate, for me it can be my condemnation and I gladly throw myself.“Where do we go now?Sophie is standing in the doorway with her cell phone and her wallet in hand. He looks us from side to side.Santiago has his eyes fixed on me. I think it can tell how many times I blink per minute."I didn't know we were going to continue out of here," he says."First of all, you weren't even invited," Sophie counters with an innocent smile.I suspect she can't hold more than three glasses of wine and I think she has finished a full bottle by herself. If we go away, I wi
We arrived at the disco. The music is on despite being 8:00 pm I'm not sure I know exactly what time it is.My head is not exactly on seeing the clock, it is more on the man next to me. Just fifteen minutes ago he had made me see the stars just by touching me.We dismounted from Santiago's car in front of a rather luxurious and large disco. It has two floors of VIP rooms, a dance floor, two bars and a large number of high round tables that are throughout the space."Are you sure you want to stay here?"“Sure. We are already here, we cannot be changing every second. I squeeze her hand a little and release it immediately when I see Sophie looking at us. Also, look at crazy Sophie, she sure kills us if we think about leaving."If you want that."He is upset, perhaps because he has already drank before, more wine and more sex is a lot for one night.Or maybe it's something else.A thorn sticks in my chest.Always with few word