Chapter 12
Malena
When I woke up this morning, I was on his bed and he was sleeping peacefully by my side, how did I get here ?! Is he the one who carried me this far ?! No doubt . Last night I didn't understand he almost ran out without even giving me a correct explanation. I turned to take a look at him he was still asleep I saw on his chest because he was shirtless he had an "I hate you" tattoo I hate you.
I went to the bathroom to take a shower. Letting the water run over my skin spanked me very much, until his hands came to rest on my stomach
Peter: Hello. He said putting a kiss on my bare wet shoulder
Me: Hello. Closing my eyes
He turned me around and kissed me and from there left a long special shower, I gave myself to him, I wanted it and I felt good in my head and even in my body, I don't regret waiting on the contrary !
An hour later he
So goes the life of MalènaChapter 1Looking out the window of my hospital room was pouring out the rain, it was raining a hazy, the roads were wet, the wind was blowing on the trees it looked like they were going to be uprooted any second at a time. 'other.Nurse: Malèna?! Here are your meds….
Chapter 2** The McClaren brothers **Peter McLaren, the god of his ladies and the nightmare of more than one! Peter was one of his men you'd hear about all over Montreal, there were lots of stories being told about him and not very nice things. He was the Prince of Montreal.Peter and his twin brother Paul were two Mafiosi, they alone had a whole team of men as violent as each other, they had reached a very high stage of their "career" because they even work with the bosses of 'states.
Malèna Magdala **It is a pain that is barely bearable that that which arises from regret. She establishes a distance between herself and her life, which nothing will be able to bridge, because what is done is done, and what has not been done can no longer be.Being alone really makes you realize that all you have is yourself.The real sadness of loneliness is that, far from being alone with you, you endure the worst company, the internalized presence of others, the law of the clan.On this beautiful sunny Sunday my mother set the breakfast table in
** Malèna Magdala **Me: grandmother I don't have enough of everything, I feel very bad about myself and mom doesn't see it, she only sees the disease inside me. I want to live my life like a girl my age, I want to be able to laugh out loud, went out. I can't even look at myself in a mirrorGrandmother: will it do you good to come to your grandmother?!Me: yes,
** Malèna Magdala **One week that we are in Brazil my grandmother pushes me to have fun etc.I have put on weight again I gained two kilos I am starting to have cheeks; I am super happy! Before leaving I had done a very long Brazilian weave, it was my grandmother who chose and it is not to displease me.I was quietly sitting by the pool soaking my feet in the water when a man came to do the same...: Are you having
** Carlos Santos **Carlos had been fulfilling for a while in his relationship with Malèna, he found something in her that he never found in another, at first he thought it was just going to be a holiday romance as he usually does. to have but this here with Malèna was much more, he fell in love with this sweet girl with the contagious smile. Malena, he thought, he picked up his phone to call her because she missed him, he had gone to Brasilia for his hotel which he wanted to open there.Carlos: how is the most beautiful woman in the
** Malèna Magdala **Since coming back from Brazil everything is bad, I am just arguing with my parents, a lot more with my mother about Carlos, the atmosphere has become so tense between us.My mother never supports me in everything I do, even long before my illness it's always been like that, the person who gives me little support is my father, I never understand why she is so hard on me, why does she impose so many limits on me?! I would love to tell her what is going on in my life, my fears, my sorrows, my disappointments etc ... but I can't because she always judges my decisions.
Chapter 8I am in Kinshasa! It's so hot! My grandfather came to pick me up at Dili airport, this country smells so good! The smell of meat cooked in the open air, it's such a busy city, I really like the hospitality I think living here will really change my mind.Koko: so do you like it?!M