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+It's been a month and I still haven't heard anything from Alexandra. The urge to find out on my own increased, but I promised to let time pass. Mmm... for now I'll let the investigators take care of it, I have a few things to do, like getting back to work at the company. I can't neglect my work, and I certainly can't give that woman the satisfaction. My father wants to talk to me about intervening for my mother, but the truth is I haven't felt like doing it. I'm furious with him, and I don't care what he does with my mother. I've had enough of the consequences of his actions. I haven't heard anything from my mother, but I can deduce that she must be on that trip, "vacation" according to her. My father must know, but I'm not interested in finding her. Once again, I find myself alone in my house, like the same dog from before, and I'm not complaining because I'm used to it. It's just that I miss hearing Alexandra's scream; the one that wakes you up, makes you laugh, and drives you

"Night of drinks, my little one," Dylan took my hand and led me to his car. "But remember, yours will be chocolate ice cream." "Really?" I asked, but he remained quiet, which left me with many doubts in my head. As we walked, we talked about how he's been having a tough time and how he feels like he's going crazy. I just laughed because he told me with such humor. Dylan and his sister are experts at making the sorrows of the heart disappear. I thank God for putting him in my life and for not abandoning me despite all the stupid things I've done. Fifteen minutes later, Dylan tells me that we're close to his house. We're at a bar and restaurant called Temple Bar, where they've offered us a table for two. We're sitting on comfortable upholstered wooden stools. The place feels incredibly comfortable, even though it's full of customers. It's a quiet place with excellent service, and the decor is Irish-themed. "While you order, I'll go to the bathroom," Dylan raises an eyebrow, and I b

+ Two hours later, we arrived at the apartment, and that was only because there wasn't much traffic, and we found everything we needed. Not a single word was said the whole way, and I actually felt comfortable because I didn't want to talk about anything. We got out of the beautiful and expensive R8, and he handed me the keys, and with a gesture of "You didn't think I'd lend it to you again," he said, "I regret giving you the key to the car. I felt like death was taking me." "You're exaggerating," I scoffed. "Besides, I don't even have a license," I joked. "What?" he shouted, terrified. I laughed. He was naive to believe everything I said. Before I peed myself in front of my apartment, I made my way inside. +HARRY+ I walked through the glass door that transported me to a world of damnation and every vice I desired. After leaving work, I came straight to one of my favorite places, but before that, I called my friend Harper because I needed to discuss a few things. While waiting

We both exited the movie theater, walking carefully, as I still feel weak, and my legs aren't up for too much walking. I feel like this walk will cost me a price that is too high, and that's not what I want because my aunt is the one who pays for everything I do. I don't like seeing her cry and thinking that at any moment my heart might not hold up or that I won't be able to be with them anymore. I look around, and suddenly I have the urge to pee, "Dylan, I need you to take me to a bathroom," I stop. "I'm peeing myself," I whisper. I cross my legs so that Dylan can see that if I don't go to a bathroom now, he will be the one to endure the embarrassment of his girlfriend peeing inside a movie theater. He wrinkled his face, then snorted and obviously resigned himself to take me, as he had no choice. Before leading me, he takes the popcorn I had with me, then moves away, throwing it in the trash can, including his popcorn and soda cup, then he approaches me and takes my arm. Arriving

Dylan took my hand and pulled me out of the office. I tried to break free from him, but the more I struggled, the tighter he squeezed my hand. I could tell he was furious, and his anger was palpable. Control! I had to control myself because if I didn't, I would lose my head along with him. I couldn't stand a man controlling me, let alone one who was so possessive. We quickly left the house. "You're too manipulative," I said. I'm sure his sister will wonder where I went. What will I tell her? It's all so unfair, I try to stay away from sin and temptation, but they keep pulling me back in. I complain of pain, but it doesn't stop him. I want to scream, but it would be stupid to do so. "It's time to go," he exclaimed authoritatively. "Wait..." Oh my God! It's his sister... I try to let go of Dylan's hand, but the idiot won't let me. I feel like I'm going to faint, I'm begging the universe to swallow me up or take me away. "Do you need anything, sister?" he spoke dryly. "Where are y