I made an apologetic face and shook my head.—And you have no idea who he was? Doesn't it sound even a little familiar to you? —She urged, narrowing her eyes suspiciously—. You said the guy had the same eyes as you.—But I don't know who he is. —I shrugged, feeling equal parts annoyance and frustration. I'm sure I've never seen him again.—Do you think that if you ran into him, you would be able to recognize him? Khaius asked.I grimaced, unsure of that. I couldn't even say yes or no. The face of the man from my memories was already blurred in the images in my mind."But she didn't even know that memory existed until they were about to break her skull," Akhliss replied, looking at him with some reflection. What if she has more repressed memories like that?—And what do you propose? —he asked between his teeth, sinking his brow slightly—. Hit his head with a bat to see if another memory comes to light?I opened my eyes with shock, slightly disturbed. The she-devil next to me snorted an
—I want you to go back and apologize to your parents, do you hear me, spoiled girl? —She said in a severe tone, close to my ear. Then she gave a long, regretful sigh. Believe me, if I had known that Kaspiel was involved in something so screwed, he would have done anything to prevent it.—So I should tell them about you? —I asked without hiding the horror in my voice.She stepped away from me, her hands on my shoulders, and stared at me before rolling her eyes."Don't be an idiot," he snorted wearily. You can't do that unless you want to kill them with one attack. "But fix things," he advised me, with such an unnatural tone from a creature of Hell, that an unknown pang passed through my chest.I nodded, trying to return my best smile.Akhliss walked away from us as Khaius walked me home. Curiosity to know what she would do alone made me watch as she walked away from her along the sidewalk in long steps, but without losing that elegance of hers, until she moved too far from my field of
As I approached him, I noticed the cigarette butts scattered on the floor. How long had you been smoking? I looked carefully at my brother, wondering what could have happened to him, what he could have learned that made him look like this, so distraught. So… devastated . Could it have something to do with Jessica, perhaps?—Hey, what do you have? —I inquired cautiously, knowing that Anthony did not like people digging into his problems.“I solve my shit on my own ,” was what he had told me on more than one occasion. And woe betide anyone who tried to delve into his dilemmas, because he got quite angry... Especially with someone as nosy as me."Anthony?" —I insisted when she didn't respond. I reached out an arm toward him and hesitantly touched his drooping shoulder. She was aware of how likely it was that he would react aggressively. But instead, he didn't move a single muscle at my touch. Come on, what's wrong with you?His shoulders spasmed repeatedly and he let out an unintelligibl
It couldn't have been real to me, not even when I saw it on the news.According to what the reporter stated on television, it was an armed robbery that got out of control. Two criminals entered the same store my parents had recently entered, for who knows what. The store owner, who also had a gun, pulled it out to defend himself. It was not known who shot first, but five people were injured: an innocent customer, the owner of the store himself, one of those unfortunate guys... And my parents.My mother was shot directly in the chest. Knowing how my dad was, who never allowed anyone to harm his wife, he probably attacked the guys blinded by anger or grief, and ended up with one shot in the leg and two in the torso. One of those damn bullets hit him in the lung. By the time the ambulance arrived, Dad had suffered a collapsed lung and, like Mom, massive bleeding that they couldn't control. Neither of them made it to the emergency room of the nearest hospital...I closed my eyes tightly.
My grandparents and my aunt got bored of offering me transportation, but I didn't want to leave, even though I couldn't stand being there either. All of them were tired, sad and hurt as much as I was, so they decided to give me the time I needed and gave up, but not before telling me that their houses had the door open for me in case I needed them at any time. I thanked each one of them, but deep down none of it made me feel better.Another vague period passed, a time that for me was as indeterminate as everything had been since the previous night, when suddenly I made out the figure of my brother standing next to me.Suddenly, his strangled voice brought me out of my musings:—I don't understand... I've driven drunk, smoked and even talked on the damn cell phone. I went into stores on the worst sides of the city in the middle of the night, and nothing ever happened to me. —His head shook in a slow, tenacious denial, as if, even at this point, he couldn't believe it either—. The old m
—You can go, guys. We stayed with her. —A different voice, one that he knew very well, sharp and soft at the same time, made him suddenly take his eyes off the tombstones.As I turned on my axis, the first thing I ran into was Nat's small, thin figure, next to a taller and more athletic one, one that I had only seen behind a bar: Tyler's.Something in the center of my chest shifted and thumped at an abnormal speed when I realized that, in addition to Nat and Tyler, just a few steps away were Claire, Diana and David. All of them had different sad faces, although the only one who was crying was Diana.I wasn't able to greet any of them. I was not able to connect my brain with my mouth to articulate any words. The only thing I could do was look at them in confusion.I had said absolutely nothing to any of them."We'll stay with her as long as she needs it," Tyler told my brother with an encouraging inflection, then pointed one hand in a distant direction. We came in my car, so we'll take
Of the small group in front of me, Diana was the one who managed to get along the most with my parents, because she was my oldest friend. Even with what had happened between us over the past few months, the anguish emanating from her entire face let me know that this had affected her too."I'm sorry," he said, his voice muffled and barely audible. I'm so sorry... For everything , Amy.That was all his collapse, because then he let the tears that had accumulated in his eyes fall down his face. He pronounced everything in a different way, loaded with feelings that I couldn't distinguish.He didn't have to explain anything else. Because, even though we hadn't spoken to each other for weeks, I knew her so well that I knew exactly how far that "everything" went .The lump in my throat tightened so much it hurt like I was being strangled. I closed my eyes tightly, nodding my head. My eyes burned for wanting to do the same as Diana, for wanting to collapse there and let out, even a small par
I requested that Claire be the first one Tyler dropped off at his house, as I was worried that his mother would start making calls and causing a fuss because she had escaped from his care. My friend said goodbye to me the same way she gave me her condolences: with a hug so strong that I felt like she had broken something in me.Both Tyler and Diana expressed concern about me being left home alone, but Nat nevertheless urged them to let me do whatever I wanted. If I wanted to be alone, to be at peace, they would listen to me... At least, for today.I rubbed my forehead with the arm that was not Diana's prisoner, in a vain attempt to calm the painful pulsations that attacked my skull. The only thing I wanted to do for now was get home… And, at the same time, I didn't want to. I didn't want to get to that place, where I had had my last conversation with them. Where I last saw them.Finally, before I knew it, Tyler turned the car keys and it stopped in front of my house.“Thanks, guys,” I