I run to the shooting booth and stop in front seeing some people shooting at the targets to win the gifts, some children are around looking amazed at a game that practically only serves to get money, since many people have a bad shot. The toy is beautiful and bright, the counter is worn, but in compensation the targets are well maintained, they must be changed every month. The targets are colorful fish made with wood, they are so cute that it makes you want to take it home. I look at the corner of the tent and the gentleman behind the counter looks grumpy, since he does not open a smile.Cassian stops by my side and crosses her arms looking at people playing. I fake a false cough to attract his attention and when I can I put my hands behind my back smiling. The time has come to twist the truth.— Alison has great aim. Once we went to an amusement park and stayed for hours at target shooting, we left there with so many gifts that on the way we even gave some to the children, they were
Saturday is usually the best day of the week for me. I can do nothing, watch a movie, sleep and eat. This Saturday I decided not to eat candy, since I threw myself in the sweets yesterday, but what could I do? I was caring for my inner child and children do not care about healthy eating.I sit at my small dining table with my bread and milk with warm chocolate milk, there is no better breakfast than this, it gives even a satisfaction to feel the bread and milk in your mouth at the same time. While as I watch the morning news, most of the news is sad, but it’s always good to stay informed of things that happen in the city I live in, especially living in Toronto which is a huge city.I’m taken from my first relaxing moment in the morning with my phone ringing. I think about not answering, since I think it’s fucking rude to call people in the morning, they do not know that this is a sacred time and deserves respect? But when I see that it is Anastasia, I think it is better to answer, I r
It’s been a while since I left home to enjoy a movie or simply take pictures at the mall. Ethan says I wouldn’t even be able to prostitute myself on the street, since no man would want such a thin woman with such an ugly body. At first, I believed he said it just to try to attack me when we fought, who does not speak shit at the time of anger?! But now I realize that he really thinks these things and it makes me want to die, I wanted to be good enough for his love. I know it seems like I protect him, even after the assaults, but he was once a good man. At first he helped me with the lack of money and my problem with self-esteem, this should count as something good. I fell in love as soon as I looked into his beautiful green eyes, his black shoulder-length hair enchanted me, the pose he had was confident and quite attractive, his skin was so white that when I smiled at him I could notice the red coloring on his cheeks. In high school, I suffered a lot of racism, since I was the only
Ethan lies in bed and ignores me, as he always does. I take a deep breath again trying falsely to stay calm, but I’m tired of it all. The anger makes me totally uncontrolled to the point of making me have the courage to face it, which I never did out of fear. Even though it is not a good idea, deep down a voice tells me that I should have faced it long ago.— Tomorrow I will buy clothes and there is nothing you say that will stop me! I am a woman and I can go wherever I want and whenever I want, I get tired of you holding me at home. I speak with determination and cross my arms under my breasts, tired of being treated worse than dog. The man gets up from the bed and comes at me with wide steps. I widen my eyes and try to run when I realize what he will do, but I am pulled by my hair hard and my body falls to the ground. I try to get rid of the squeezing thrashing and ignoring the strong pain in my scalp, but the first slap catches me by surprise and makes one side of my face burn. Th
I catch him without thinking twice and leave the room. To prevent lock the door, will know if he wakes up and I’m still here. I pull my suitcase to the exit and get out as soon as possible of this house that only behind bad memories. I take an Uber to the bus station further away, when I get to my destination, some people stare at me curious, the pain of blows, I can walk just limping and yet my ribs scream. I see that the bus bound for Canada has arrived and buy a ticket to Toronto, is a big city and far from New York. I hope I can survive in a completely unknown country.*FOUR MONTHS LATER* I’ve been in Canada for four months now and to be honest, the experience has been horrible. Once I got my work visa, which fortunately took only three months to leave, I got a job as a waitress, but I did not stay long, since the owner decided to retire and travel the world. I was lucky to get my visa that fast, but it helped the country to be short of workers, since the retirement rate is incre
I sigh and follow to the kitchen. I pour some coffee in the cup and drink as I look at nothing, thinking of a miserable life I had with a miserable man. I remember the call I have to make and run towards the room, take the newspaper inside my bag and digit the number, take the phone to my ear and starts calling. Four rings later, I am greeted by a gentle voice on the other side of the line.- Belmontt companies, good morning. What can I do for you? I swallow a little nervous with the new direction of my life. I’m afraid of not adapting at work and being sent away on the first day, I did a lot of housework in life, but never for other people.-Good morning! I read the classified in the newspaper and wanted to see if the vacancy for Cleaner is already complete. I cross my fingers and hope they haven’t filled the slot yet, if they have, I’m so fucked.- Let me see... No. Not yet busy, would you like to schedule an interview? I think for a moment if that’s what I really want, but I pr
— Hi, I’m Katherine Amarantt. I think I spoke to you on the phone a couple days ago. I came for the job interview. I try to smile as friendly as possible and I hope I’m not looking crazy. It’s too early for me to be spontaneous.- Oh, yes! Mr. Belmontt is on the twentieth floor, but it was not with me that you spoke, certainly with his secretary. The girl returns my smile and puts her hair behind her ear. She is so beautiful that I got a twinge of envy, her red hair look beautiful in contrast to the sun, the freckles on her face make her a cute footprint, but the blue eyes give a more "sexy" and confident look. When I absorb what she said I get a fright, what do you mean "Mr. Belmontt"? Business owners don’t usually do that service.- Mr Belmontt? -He owns the company, right? He’s going to interview me? Isn’t that the secretary I spoke to?! I shoot several questions at once and feel the distress return. The woman just laughs at my despair, which makes me quite ashamed. Fuck, is it
- You’re here for the Cleaner job interview, right? He asks to break the ice and immediately thanks him internally, I had no idea how to start a dialogue.- Yes, sir. I answer trying not to stutter, he is so intimidating and beautiful, I feel like an ant near him, at this moment I regret not having done the law school I wanted so much, I could be here running for another vacancy and would keep a dialogue with someone important.- I asked my secretary to call the reference numbers on her resume, luckily everyone spoke very well about her.Belmontt tilts his body forward and supports his arms on the table, thus making us closer.- I’m happy for that, I’ve always tried to be the best version of myself in everything I’ve ever done. I answer frankly, I may never have a job in something that could give me a career, but I always acted as if each one was my dream job. He smiles weakly and analyzes me for about a minute, I was already beginning to be bewildered when he finally decides to op