It was impossible!
It was absurd!
He refused to believe what they had done to him, it was unheard of, a twinge of pain struck in his chest, those fuckers couldn't call themselves family.
They were being unfair.
He had his gaze straight ahead he seemed to take it all in, in reality, he wasn't seeing anything specific. Because he refused to break those images that sprouted in his memory like a projected screen, he found himself in the yard of his old house he saw his parents laughing, he saw them hugging him, them playing in the snow, he blinked repeatedly refusing to lose that memory.
It's been a long time, if they were there.
They wouldn't do that to him.
His parents wouldn't make him.
When she stood next to him she barely managed to comprehend what was happening, her wedding, she was there with that guy to get married.
It was a bad joke that she had to marry someone she didn't love, someone she didn't even seem to care that she had come to the ceremony, because she didn't even turn to look at him. She sighed in frustration at that bad luck. Maybe she should have fought harder, so she could wait for her childhood sweetheart.
"What?!" my shouting didn't make her flinch, I was to marry a stranger, among my plans were not to dress in white and wear fancy heels. "You're kidding!"
My grandfather remained expressionless just like always.
It might seem like I was exaggerating but it was my life we were talking about, I was going to graduate from college in two months and they express so causal that the wedding was to be moved up.
"You see me laughing."
"What?"
"In two months" grandpa must have been playing games, his palpable sarcasm didn't help much either, what the hell was going on, at first thinking of a plan was optional now he had to speed it up and run away "We have already agreed on terms, you must give them a child" sentencing seemed like his best specialty.
"Is it any of my business if he..."
"If you can't even do that right" he spat spitefully, sometimes I forgot they were my own family. "I requested among the terms that if there is no heir, they can use artificial insemination."
"That's absurd."
My voice was barely audible.
I didn't believe what I was hearing, I should marry someone just because grandfather has already given his approval on a path where love will not exist.
Bringing my hands to my hair was indispensable.
What the hell was going on!
I was in a bad game, they must have a camera to indicate they were playing, no, this was real. I was to be joined with an unknown man.
If there was more time I could run away from home, hide for a while and get a job. That dream seemed so far away. At least I needed to graduate to get a job with the best company that would feed me for the rest of my days.
"I won't take it!" vociferating didn't help either.
Grandpa slammed his crystal glass on the floor.
"It's not in your possession," he pointed at me. His face looked so terrifying. Where would I be left with my desire to pursue my childhood love, where would those words from that day be left. "You will" "You think I spent my money these years because I was bored."
Sure, that was the truth.
My parents are already dead.
Who wouldn't want to take advantage of that opportunity?
Would these merciless beings have mercy, wouldn't they, my eyes felt stinging indicating that I would be on the verge of tears if I didn't get the hell out of there. I would look more humiliating. I tensed my jaw refusing to look any weaker in front of the master of the house.
"You must" repeated Grandpa for the umpteenth time.
"No."
"Try to run away and you will know..."
Grandfather flashed a smile that I did not wish to find out, I clenched my fists. Maybe that was the man they admired when we were children. He was a heartless being who only cared about his own profit.
I came out of my daze when a hand pulled me by the arm and that word slipped through my ears.
"I accept."
Lips rested on mine, blinking was indispensable to get a better glimpse, he moved his lips with a unique rhythm, I felt the delicacy in each movement, the sweet elixir that will be given to me for life, increased a frenzy in my system that made me refuse that idea of emptiness before the release of his lips against my own.
I do not know at what point I had given my oath.
All I know is that I do not regret it.
When I met those gray eyes, that curly hair, that sleepy gaze, that sharp nose, that set jaw and that familiar face.
I felt my heart stop.
He was my first childhood love.
Gael is the man I fell in love with ten years ago.
A smile crept across my lips.
When I saw that smile on the other man's face, he was not surprised, on the contrary, he frowned, showing his contempt. Perhaps he thinks he has succeeded in his plan. He shouldn't pretend so well. He won't accept such ambitious looks.
Gael glared at him.
"Don't forget your place! You're nothing but a tool" reminding him of his contract was inevitable, that smile was suddenly erased, she was not to assume that everything would work out.
He was sure that proposing artificial insemination was nothing more than a ruse of that person who is now his wife, she was just looking for a good opportunity. That's how she convinced her grandfather to trap him. That's how they got to the point of getting married.
Hearing him speak so coldly brought me back to reality.
Gael didn't wait for an answer.
He walked out without turning around and disappeared through the reception door.
The sound of music became distant in his ears.
He didn't seem to fit in there.
Being there, it was a mistake.
Dressed in white.
In the middle of the hall of that luxurious reception, she was still static looking at the door waiting for that man.
Both arms like two dead pieces on either side of her body, with her gaze straight ahead, the guests who attended especially for that event, circled past her.
He must have looked so pitiful.
"May I dance with you?"
I accepted the hand that was being offered.
The first dance of the wedding that was to be performed by the husband and wife, the husband having left, was being performed by the bride and an unknown man.
Perhaps that was not so humiliating.
It had been one of the worst afternoons he had ever had.The car he was traveling in stopped in front of a house that looked more scary than gloomy, the driver got out of the car opening the car door to help him out, it was a huge residence of the plants with the entrance fenced with steel bars.Was it a prison or a house?She got out, pushed her way in pushing the gate bars which let out a creaking sound perhaps due to lack of oil or a warning she couldn't make out.She walked to the entrance and opened it with the key provided by Gael's family.She let out that air she did not know she was holding in her lungs.She entered.The room was so luxurious and huge, she crossed the hall going straight to the stairs, she climbed each step struggling with that heavy dress that made her look like a princess.She groped her way down the long hallway to a room that had a red bow on the door, she played it down, her feet hurt and she just wanted to rip that dress off.She turned the handle and w
Alisha changed her dress.She let out a sigh before daring to leave that room, she didn't think that kind of clothes would suit her so well. It wasn't that she had a bad body, it was just that she preferred her boots and leather jackets.That beautiful residence looked so empty.There wasn't a single employee but the place didn't have a speck of dust, it was a huge house with luxurious corridors, colorful paintings that would be from some limited collection.As he walked down the stairs he noticed that chandelier hanging at the top of the ceiling, it looked like a spider's web adorned with many alluring shades.He headed for the door.Going in the car driven by his chauffeur, he began to regret going to that celebration, there would be no way to escape either, he had his eyes fixed on the hands in his lap. Still lingering in her memory was that photograph in which Gael looked so happy with that person. It seemed like the blink of an eye when the car stopped, the door was opened.Alish
They were a good dance couple.Of course, what everyone saw was the amazing couple on the dance floor.Alisha and that stranger were dancing beautifully.Alisha was the only one who knew what is really going on."You can fight what you want. You'll never be that happy" that guy openly laughed in her face, at her misfortunes. "Williams is not someone looking so vaguely, what could you have to make him see gold.""Will you shut your mouth""You're not willing to listen, EH" the grip on her waist tightened, he spun her around and let her head fall back. "You're just a hook" "You just want to be the big fish that everyone will eat. You're not someone worthy."The taunts were palpable in every word.Alisha could be seen in his ear."I don't give a damn about your opinion" she declared with a smile on her lips. He didn't want to hear her blather.He laughed."Well, you may be that way today. Wait for tomorrow" he raised an eyebrow looking at him in a way she couldn't make out. "Did you see
When Alisha awoke the next day Gael was gone.The house felt extremely lonely.There was not a sound to be heard.The windows were locked, the curtains closed, giving the impression of a gloomy, gigantic house. The opposite side of the bed lay so neatly arranged, it seemed that no one had slept there, on the bedside table there was still that stupid picture of Gael with that woman.Alisha was curious about the young businessman's past, she got out of bed, walking barefoot. She felt the coldness of the wood running through the soles of her feet. As if her limbs were on automatic she went to the closet, the huge closet was made of wood, she grabbed the door and slid it open.There were many outfits, stored on hangers, at the bottom were several cardboard boxes.Alisha bent down and opened one at a time, rummaging for something relevant.She was startled.She found a glass box containing a baseball and remembered that she and Gael had met because of the baseball.She held that box in he
That night I entered that house, it was not by chance, although everyone thought so.If I had imagined that this event would lead us to a grandfather imposing his opposition to obtain greater profits in agreements that did not concern me, but would be the main strategy, I would have given up saving him.That night without hesitation I would have let him die.I would have passed him by.I should never have saved him.I was dressed in my jeans, military style boots, a black shirt and my leather jacket.I walked with my hands in my pockets as I circulated around the area in the company of a ballasted group, I prowled around like a wild beast in search of its prey, every night I saw elegant cars leaving that mansion, that memory is the sharpest thing I possess, I still regret it, that night I should have ignored the bullshit my group threw out."That loud voice of Daniel's warned me that my lack of courage would be uploaded to the networks and mocked for the rest of my days. "See, she's j
I stretched out my arm wanting to reach for my jacket.I barely managed to brush it with my fingertips. That man had to be an asshole, I couldn't hire a security system to protect him.He would be so cheap.There was no security, there was no one, he was stranded almost in the middle of nowhere. If it wasn't for the fact that there was a road in front of the residence, the same one that was facing the sea, when driving along the road you could notice that small garden behind the metal bars."Come on wake up" I begged knowing that I was unconscious, I must be so unlucky. "Don't die" I pleaded so pitifully. "Don't die, don't do it"The ambulance arrived within minutes.When the paramedics arrived, I could barely manage to know that it had been minutes and not hours, I had felt an eternity with every second that passed. That wounded man could die and my fingerprints were in his hair, because it was impossible not to stroke his hair in search of making him wake up."Quickly" the squad lea
Gael disappeared for long hours.He was amazing at leaving, leaving no footprints or traces, in that huge house while he was walking, the only thing that reached my ears were my own footsteps echoing.I went down to the kitchen.I turned on the stove frying some eggs, heated the coffee in the pot and some toast would be the little that would carry my stomach for the rest of the day.I didn't have a person in charge of the pantry.In that huge house there were only luxuries, and food, frustrated at the misfortunes that were beginning to surround me. I ended up carrying the food to the dining room."The gravy" I mumbled, jumping up from my chair. However, as I jumped out of my seat I ended up hitting the wood causing the impact to roll the vase of the vase that was almost in the center and it fell to the floor shattering completely.When I took a step I slipped."Fuck" I cried out gasping. A glass had stuck the sole of my foot.Clumsily I had fallen forward cushioning the blow against
"Whatever" Gael turned completely ignoring that blank stare of his wife's, he walked into the house.Although he liked his oceanfront residence, he didn't want to be the talk of the people who used to drive by in cars circling the area, on 63rd Avenue in the city, ideally he wanted to go where his temple didn't feel like it was exploding.Walsh watched the man walk away.She clenched her fists, really, he turned into a stiff shit or idiot. That man couldn't be Gael, that nice guy. That same one who a few hours ago helped her, what was going on with him.Much to his chagrin he led him in."Hey!" the door hit him squarely on the nose, that businessman had no manners or he really was tired with just a few days living under the same roof and breathing the same air, he must be a joke. Or maybe that's his real personality?. "Williams!" she slammed her fist on the wood.There was no response."Gael Williams, you'd better open the door!""Or else what?" The door was opened, revealing young W