The slap resounded in the hallway, echoing the tension that had been building up for years. Brittany, surprised and indignant, stared at Leon, her eyes blazing with anger.
"How dare you talk to me like that!" she shouted.
Leon, without flinching, held her gaze.
"You were there, Brittany. You saw what happened, and you still chose to take his side. Worse still, you were his mistress all this time! All that time I thought you loved me, that you wanted something serious with me!"
"You don't understand anything, Leon. You don't know what it's like to have a reputation to maintain, a guaranteed future."
"Reputation? A guaranteed future? Does that justify what they did to me?"
"Haven't you realized where you are? Have you ever understood, or come close to understanding, what the world is all about? Not the fantasy world you and your father live in, but the real world?"
"You're a viper! A fucking bitch, that's what you are."
"No, you idiot. You can call me whatever you like, but you know it's true. The real world has losers and winners."
"Okay, so you're telling me I should be like him? An idiot who bullies others for their social position? That's not being a winner, that's being a fucking asshole. And even worse, you voluntarily chose to be with that asshole instead of me, who loved you for who you were, not for what you had!"
Brittany hesitated for a moment, as if the weight of her choice was finally making itself felt.
With trembling lips, but trying her best not to show how hurt she was, the young woman spoke in a flawed voice:"You're weak, Leon. You always have been. Maybe I should have chosen better. Maybe I shouldn't have pitied you at first, dated you because I pitied your misery."
That sentence hurt much more than the slap Leon had received.
The girl walked away, indignant, without looking back.
Tears of real pain rolled down Leon's face as he walked back towards the exit.
Nothing made sense anymore.
As he walked down the street, Leon realized the harsh truth.
He really was weak. A loser. Stupid and over-emotional.
Giving his heart to a rich, beautiful girl who said she loved him was the dumbest thing he could have done.
She never loved him.
Pity. That was the word Brittany used.
Leon didn't bother to wipe away his tears as he continued to walk aimlessly through the main streets of the city.
The more he walked, the more he thought there was no end to his anguish.
His father couldn't help him. In fact, it would be even more humiliating to tell him.
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he hardly noticed when a group of women passed him, all dressed exquisitely in fur coats and designer handbags that screamed wealth.
They were all at least forty years old. Some smoked, others just fiddled with their modern cell phones. One of them looked at him.
And immediately made a face of disgust.
Making no effort to appear discreet, the woman said to her friend next to her:
"They should clean up this city. I hate to think that we have to share our space with this bunch of miserable slobs."
The woman next to her laughed at the joke.
Leon walked faster.
The more he looked at the people around him, the more he noticed how much that city screamed wealth.
How many skyscrapers there were, how many beautiful, brand new cars passed by on the street, how many people like him, humble and without so many resources, really existed there.
Most of them, Leon realized, were beggars.
How had he never noticed that?
"I don't fit in," he muttered quietly.
Worse still, Leon was condemned to it forever. Unless a miracle happened, he would always be poor. Poor and humiliated for being poor, which was ten times worse.
The boy already knew where he was going.
To the local beach, where instead of sand, huge blocks of granite met the sea far below.
The end of the line. There was no longer any reason to stay in that world where he would forever be miserable.
He cried openly now, thinking not only of his school years as a punching bag, but mainly of having struggled to impress a girl who, in the end, was as bad or worse than them.
Dean and the other aggressors didn't pretend to be his friends, they always made it clear that they saw him as a worm. Brittany pretended everything from the start. Brittany always said loving words to him, words that Leon believed.
Damn him for believing them, damn him for loving her.
The beach was close by.
The smell of salt and wind hit him hard, but he didn't care.
No, Leon didn't care as he continued walking quickly, his hands in his trouser pockets, as he cried for his life for the last time.
He could already see the sea, blue and immense.
Walking faster and faster, the boy was finally where he wanted to be: right next to the protruding rocks.
Leaning over subtly to get a better look, Leon saw what was waiting for him: a huge chasm that only ended in the sea: the sea that would hide more sharp and deadly rocks as soon as Leon's body fell into it.
Let it be quick. Let the waves or the rocks take him.
He no longer cared about anything. He didn't care if his father suffered. He didn't care if that damned bitch felt bad after they told her what Leon had done.
Taking a deep breath, the young man prepared to jump, to face his own end.
Then the cell phone in his pocket began to ring.
Leon let the phone ring once. Twice.
Frustrated, he checked who was calling.
His father.
Swallowing back the tears, Leon answered.
"Hi, Dad."
Leon's father's voice was unusually cheerful:
"My son, come home now!"
"What happened?"
"A miracle, my son! A miracle!"
Leon just sighed.
"What do you mean, Dad? What do you mean?"
"We're rich, Leon!"
The boy almost choked.
"What?!"
"That's what I'm saying! I've won a big cash prize! I'm going to the bank right now. We're rich! Even more, my son! We're millionaires!"
Leon's heart raced as he heard his father's words. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. A whirlwind of emotions invaded his thoughts, mingling with the recent pain and the sense of hopelessness."But... how did it happen, Dad?" asked Leon, trying to understand the unexpected turn of events."I took part in a lottery that I never imagined I'd win. And lo and behold, luck knocked on our door. We're going to have a completely new life, my son. We won't have to worry about anything anymore. We can leave this city behind."Leon was silent for a moment, processing the news. The idea of a new life, away from the humiliation and aggression, began to shine like a light at the end of the tunnel."Dad, this is incredible!" exclaimed Leon, a spark of hope returning to his countenance. "I'm going home now."As soon as he arrived home, the boy found a hastily scribbled note. Apparently his father hadn't been able to wait for him to get home before rushing off to the bank.Rich people.Bette
Leon looked at the principal with a cold smile on his lips, enjoying the moment of total control. His eyes, now full of confidence, stared at the woman who had once humiliated him. The principal, for her part, was visibly disconcerted. Shocked. Flabbergasted. Her crimson-painted lips trembled with rage and her eyes were injected with pure hatred.Juan Alvarez remained silent, calmly observing the scene. He didn't need to say anything; the documentation in the briefcase spoke for itself. Leon's father's serious expression contrasted with the satisfaction on the boy's face."What's this? What did you do? How..." stammered the principal, trying to understand the turn of events."How? I mean how. The last time I was in this room, you basically said that money changed the course of things, even changed judgments. Losers and winners, strong and weak. I was weak, Mrs. Parker. But now, I'm stronger than you.""But-""Was I not clear enough? Get your things and get out of my school before I c
Dean and Brittany exchanged nervous glances, but without daring to challenge Leon, they walked down to the center of the court. Still on her knees, the former principal looked at them with a mixture of despair and restrained anger.Leon walked around them, his footsteps echoing in the tense silence of the gym. He looked straight intoDean and Brittany's eyes, staring at each of them like a predator analyzing its prey."Well, look at that. Look at those little faces. Such different expressions! I could have sworn that less than a few minutes ago, they were laughing at me. Laughing, actually."Brittany wasn't looking at Leon. Dean, on the other hand, stared at him seriously."Not just in the last few minutes, but in the last few years too," he continued. "Not only did you beat me up and steal my money, but you also encouraged others to disturb me too. And you pretended to be my friend, you pretended to love me, but you stabbed me in the back when you had the chance."Leon stopped in fro
Brittany looked up, her eyes meeting those of Leon. Real fear was present on her face.As he stared at her, Leon remembered the tender kisses they had shared, the nights they had spent together, the promises they had both made to each other. The love story they had, or at least the boy thought it was one."You liked to spread rumors and create lies about me, didn't you, Brittany?" said Leon, keeping his cool."You always acted like a snake, poisoning my existence without me even noticing your tyranny. Now, the consequences of your actions are knocking at your door."He approached her, and Brittany swallowed nervously."Dean is now my employee. You, on the other hand, will not have this enormous privilege. For you, I've chosen something particularly terrible."With a flourish, Leon pulled out a brown paper envelope from inside his jacket."Open it," he ordered, holding it out to the girl.Pursing her lips to prevent them from quivering with nervousness, the girl hesitantly obeyed. Her
A week had passed.Sitting in the velvet armchair in the huge room was Leon, celebrating his eighteenth birthday. In his hand was an almost empty glass of cognac.In front of him, looking down and waiting for further orders, was Brittany.Swirling the contents around in his glass, the man looked up at her."You look awful in that uniform."Almost imperceptibly, Brittany winced, accepting the insult. Leon continued:"I like it. I like seeing you like that."She wisely said nothing.Leon savored every moment of the power he emanated over Brittany. The shadows of the huge luxury room danced in the dim candlelight, creating an eerie atmosphere."You should be thankful you're still here," Leon teased, letting a cruel smile play on his lips. "You're standing in front of the most powerful man you've ever met."Total and complete silence."I must confess, I expected more resistance from you," the boy continued, amused by her obvious discomfort. "But of course, you were always weaker than you
Two days after the incident with Brittany, Leon felt something change in the world.A kind of strangeness took hold of his heart; what many would call an ill-feeling.He no longer believed in such things, however. After all, the boy had seen with his own eyes that nonsense like that meant nothing. Money was the only thing that mattered.But the strange feeling didn't go away when, discreetly and subtly, his ex-girlfriend and now servant handed him a letter."You've only just arrived, sir," she murmured, looking down.Without even glancing at her, Leon tore open the envelope and read the contents of the letter."Dismissed, Brittany."The girl went off to find something to do while the man continued to read the invitation.For that was what the letter contained: a formal request for him to attend a business event of a company that rivaled him in financial terms.A trap? Or a desperate way to make them prosper as much as his own company?Leon stood up. Those old bastards might like thing
Turning around, Leon swallowed as he saw a tall woman, a little older than him, with her brown hair up in a bun and wearing dress clothes.She was serious, and the thin rimmed glasses she wore made her gaze seem even more penetrating.After getting close enough not to be heard by others, the woman crossed her arms and raised her chin."Leon, we need to talk."Leon arched an eyebrow, maintaining his defiant countenance. "Talk? You should have thought of that before you humiliated me in that room. Where were you while those old men were laughing at me?"The woman let out a restrained laugh, as if amused by the situation. "Humiliation? Oh dear, you haven't seen anything yet. The real humiliation has only just begun."Leon felt anger bubbling up inside him, but he kept his composure. The boy clenched his fists, but tried to keep his voice neutral:"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"She ignored the question, looking him up and down with disdain. Then she began to circle
It's useless to resist.Despite the real hatred taking over his emotions, Leon knows it's pointless trying to resist armed men. He raises his hands in surrender and doesn't notice when one of the hooded men comes up behind him and shoots him hard in the head.Darkness.When he wakes up, the boy is naked except for his underwear, and his skin burns as if someone had scratched him several times. His eyes blink, looking for a spot of light or any information that might lead him to understand what the hell was going on.Leon's vision gradually begins to clear, revealing a dark and damp environment. He is tied to an uncomfortable chair, and the smell of mold dominates the place. As he looks around, he realizes that he is in a kind of abandoned basement, with damp stone walls and cobwebs scattered around the corners.His body aches and every movement is agony. His hands tied behind his back, Leon tries to understand what has happened. He hears muffled voices, murmurs echoing around the roo
His physical state must have been shocking, but he didn't care. His determination was greater than any pain or shame.Finally, after a tireless search, Leon spotted Alex talking to Brittany and Christina in a secluded corner of the complex. His friends seemed shocked to see him, but quickly ran towards him when they realized his sorry state."Leon! What happened to you?" asked Christina, horrified, as she examined her friend's wounds."It doesn't matter now," replied Leon, his voice firm despite the weakness that plagued him. "We need to act. We have to put an end to Sasha once and for all.""Is she the one who did this to you?" asked Alex, too quietly.He didn't answer.Not at all distressed, Brittany simply commented:"Maybe he didn't kill my father the way she wanted and was punished."Everyone went eerily silent."What did you say?""Why don't you ask him?! I'm sure he'll be able to explain it much better than I can. Right, Leon?"Leon just stared at Brittany, trying not to lose c
Fear was useless. Fear made people blind and deaf prey in a forest full of predators. Fear would get you killed.Even fully aware of this, however, Leon couldn't stop himself from feeling a shiver run down his spine when he heard Sasha's words. He knew he had no choice but to follow the thugs into the torture chamber. His heart was pounding in his chest as he walked, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.As he entered the chamber, he was greeted by a stifling atmosphere. The walls were a gloomy gray, and the instruments of torture hanging on the walls cast frightening shadows across the room. The last time he had been there, it had been to end his ex-girlfriend's life, but he had been interrupted at the last moment by Alex, who had decided to play the savior for some reason.Leon swallowed, doing everything he could to disguise the tremors coming from his hands and legs.The thugs tied him to a chair, binding his hands and feet so that he couldn't move. The boy took a deep
Leon felt paralyzed by Sasha's physical closeness and the intensity of her words. A mixture of repulsion and excitement overwhelmed him, leaving him confused and disturbed. He knew he couldn't give in to her manipulation, but at the same time, a part of him was intrigued by the idea of surrendering to the forbidden desire he felt."Don't do this," he said, his voice wavering as he tried to push Sasha away.But she didn't pull back, she just smiled predatorily, as if she were enjoying his discomfort."Why not, Leon? You know you want to. You've always wanted to," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Leon's spine.He fought against the attraction he felt for her, against the voice in his head that whispered that it would be easy to give in. But deep down, he knew he couldn't. He had to resist, no matter how hard it was."No. Enough. I won't give in to you," he said with more determination, pushing her harder and pulling away.The woman's expression quickly turn
The way back to HQ was ten times worse than the way to the country house.Not least because, as well as having other people's blood on his hands, Leon now knew that Sasha had personal connections with her mother's killer.Yes, she wanted him dead. But not for a second did the boy think it was out of a thirst for justice, or even pity. Sasha only thought of one thing: herself. And she didn't see anyone as people, but as tools.The thugs were silent, as always, and Leon wasn't bothered by them. He also knew it would be pointless to ask them anything.When they finally arrived, Leon went straight to Sasha's room, closely followed by the men.When he opened the door, he was surprised.Sasha was naked. And below her...Brittany. Also naked.Leon felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched the scene before him. His heart raced and a mixture of shock, disgust and anger overwhelmed him. He could barely process what he was seeing, but one thing was clear: this was a completely disturbing si
Leon felt as if his very soul had been torn from his body.Slowly, as if he feared that the reality around him would fade like cobwebs, the boy began to approach the picture.Then, trembling, Leon held the picture frame, still not believing his eyes.Yes, it was definitely her. But thinner, with a younger, happier countenance. As if the psychopathy and pleasure in other people's pain had not yet taken hold in her psyche.So Sasha also had personal connections with Brittany's father. With her mother's murderer.His hands were cold with fury, dread and incomprehension. The boy turned to the torn body behind him.Sasha knew what Leon wanted. Not only that, but she handed it to him on a platter so that he could get rid of it once and for all. Obviously she had no reason to care about his feelings.So, if Sasha had a grudge against that man, who would be a more perfect tool than Leon himself?Shaken, the boy, still holding the painting in his hands, walked out of the room towards the thugs
The men opened the door of the house and entered, closely followed by Leon. The interior was dark and silent, with only the dim light of the lamps illuminating the way. The smell of mold and abandonment hung in the air, creating an oppressive atmosphere around them."He's upstairs," said one of the men, indicating the stairs with a nod.Leon nodded and began to climb the steps, his heart hammering in his chest with every step. Closer and closer to his goal, he felt the tension building inside him, a mixture of fear and determination.Finally, they reached the top of the stairs and made their way down the corridor to a closed door. The men positioned themselves around it, ready to act if necessary, while Leon prepared to confront the man on the other side.With a final sigh, Leon turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open, revealing the dark interior of the room. The man, who had been snoring like a pig, was startled as he jumped out of bed."But what does that mean?"Leon stoo
At first, Brittany couldn't say anything. In fact, she couldn't even move.Then, when the air finally returned to her lungs, all she could say was:"No..." she whispered, her voice almost lost in the air.Leon stared at her, his eyes reflecting a cold, implacable determination."Yes," he replied simply, his voice calm and controlled."Leon, you can't do this," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "This isn't what your mother would want. It's not the path to justice."He looked at her for a moment, his eyes revealing a mixture of pain and suppressed anger."Let me get this straight. You think you have any right to talk about what my mother would or wouldn't want? Just you, a dirty little bitch who betrayed me all the time? Pretending to be a good Samaritan might even fool Alex and Christina, Brittany. But not me.""Leon, I... I know I made a mistake," she mumbled, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow. "I know I have no right to talk about your mother, after everyt
"Hello, my darling."Wearing provocative clothes, Sasha stepped forward and lightly scratched Leon's cheek."How nice of you to show up.""What now?"The woman ducked her head, looking falsely hurt."My. What terrible manners you have... Have you forgotten what awaits you if you're unpleasant with me?""Are you going to punish me by making me have sex with you?"Sasha smiled."I know you loved it, kid."Leon wanted to give an answer, but he was so nervous that he couldn't even open his mouth.Taking advantage of the boy's silence, Sasha went back to her own desk and started going through some papers."I think you'll be happy with what I have for you today."The boy remained silent. The woman continued:"Your mother's murderer. You'll be able to see him today."Of all the things she could say, that certainly wasn't one he was expecting."What did you say?"She smiled."What didn't you understand?"More silence."Look at it as a courtesy. I said you could see him after everything was do
"Bombs?"Christina, with her arms crossed and her eyes slightly wide, didn't seem to believe Brittany's words."Exactly. She's placed them at key points in the city, and she intends to set them off, but I don't know when or how.""That's suicide. Sasha wouldn't make it out of the city in time, she'd die too."Alex, who was leaning against the iron door of Christina's dormitory, agreed:"That's true. But something in me says that Sasha's ego is the size of the world, and even if this plan is crazy, she must have some leverage to survive in the midst of the chaos.""So what should we do?" asked Christina."We should find out about the operation in minute detail. We're in the so-called second phase, as the bastard told us, which gives us only a short time before we move on to the third, which I believe is the execution of the explosions.""And how, exactly, are we going to do that?"The redhead sighed thoughtfully."We need to use Sasha's own strategy against herself."What do you mean?