LyanaI go back to the hospital after buying a full snack, I have the same feeling as days in which I am being observed, I recognize being with some kind of trauma but I do not feel like talking to someone or asking for help. From the moment I got out of the car being left in the center of the city near the red square, the disturbance in my psychological state has been growing tears started to fall I am always alone as a memory of the day I lost my mother. I enter the hospital through one of the access doors going towards the office, I feel afraid of the people around but mainly afraid to go to the emergency room and face that man again. I pretended to be sick as a plausible reason not to receive questions and due to my good care the head of the surgical ward was understandable.When I finally enter my room, I turn the key three times checking that it is locked, put the food on the table weighing the head between my hands releasing the air forcefully. When I close my eyes I can fee

LyanaI breathe deeply staring at the mirror, cheeks stained by makeup and thick cilia, pink lipstick next to the dark blue dress with a neckline forming a semi-heart leaving my bulky breasts even more marked. The waist is marked by a part of the velvety fabric making the fabric embrace my thick thighs. I wash my hands nervously seeking comfort in the fact that my father is next to me, but at no time besides these security guards I could all relax. I shake my head coming out of the bathroom and facing the tall man who finds out to be part of my security, during every moment was preparing at home for this dinner I was tempted to question where they were when I was kidnapped, but the fear of creating another problem was higher. The memory of the blood being shed and the cries of those men still steal a few minutes of my thoughts this is frustrating, I seek to keep my breath with my head down returning to the table, passing my hands through the fabric of the dress. I see Dad’s big hand,

Lyana I need to hold my breath to keep my legs firm when I feel the warm touch of the satin fabric, still not quite understanding this feeling of disappointment after his words.I’m guided towards his car, before Dad gets in the way I open a smile that calms him down, and we talk about it. The conditions of what I need to live to achieve revenge against my mother’s death. On the one hand, I admit to being a little grateful for being a familiar face, but at the same time, I am lost amid these contradictions. Yurich makes sure to open the car door dismissing the driver who just accepts the order, his brother behind us carries a ladino smile when making a call, I imagine he will request the car itself. Oh my good God let even within this madness we live as two "normal" peopleI get into the car after the little prayer without losing the sparkle in his eyes, put on the seat belt, and grab the small bag as if it were my true salvation. Soon I will return to that dark mansion, I shudder w

Lyana The intense pain in my abdomen is like a third-degree burn, burning the flesh from the inside out. I open my eyes feeling tired and uncomfortable, how did I end up in this hospital bed? "Lyana" The male voice attracts my attention.I look to the side finding the beautiful man with bright green eyes, his features seem to carry a mixture of worry and happiness. But I don’t recognize him, it’s like a blank spot in my memory."Where is my mother?" I question curious.He opens and closes his mouth raising his thick eyebrow and making a wrinkle appear in the middle of his forehead. A beard a little too big without having a defined cut as if it had been days without shaving. Maybe I am, since under your eyes I see dark circles under my eyes. "I’ll call the doctor." Declares."Why am I in the hospital?" I question.He blinks a few times, but stands up and presses a button next to my bed, sighing annoyed at not understanding what a stranger is doing here in my mother’s place."Who are

LyanaI've been discharged from the hospital after a new battery of tests confirmed that there's nothing wrong with my brain. According to the doctor, a lack of oxygen may have been the cause. I feel a certain frustration at not knowing what has happened over the last few years, not remembering how I met Yurich or how I graduated in medicine.I finish brushing my hair and put the brush in my bag. As if marking the exact time, he opens the door, bringing with him a striking perfume and a gaze so hot that I have to look away in shame. I still can't believe I'm married to such a handsome man.His large hand finds my chin and I look up, admiring the smile that appears at the corner of his lips."Why did you suddenly lower your face?" He asks."I'm embarrassed around you." The truth comes out.I'm disconcerted and don't know how to remedy my own words, but it's the open smile that attracts all my attention. The calm way he brushes the back of his fingers against the sensitive skin of my lef