It was, but I found it impossible. Still I did not know what he wanted and could not get out of my head his angry expression.
“Yes?”
I turned to him, leaving aside dinner.
“Tell me, what happened?”
Deep breath. His tender brown eyes looked at me with doubt. His nose was upturned, his lips were thin and his brown tousled hair he always has. My brother was a very sweet guy and sure of himself, seeing him nervous was strange, so I was intrigued.
He spoke, his arms crossed on the threshold of the door.
“A field trip?” I asked Jake.
“Yes.” His expression was dubious, almost frightened. “We will go to the water park in the n
Unbelief invaded me completely. I was sure I saw him with amazement and doubt. With interest and fear. Donovan did not even seem aware of what he had said, as if it were the most natural act in the world. How could I be important for him? I was just one a human, one with a life already quite complicated. But he said he cared … from some strange way, I could not prevent my heart from accelerating. His statement stuck in my mind. I knew that it would take turns and turns, looking for answers. The voices of the people around me took me out of the trance in which I had submerged myself. I started moving automatically, cleaning the bar with simple and fast movements. Was I important for him? That question did not stop repeating inside my head. Me? Among all people? “Why?” I whispered, overwhelmed. “I already explained it,” he commented casually. “You have the most delicious
I managed routine that did not have much time to think about everything that had happened since he came into my life. I worked day and night. Night and day. My sleep almost disappeared, but the effort would be worthwhile. Justin had promised to use his vacation, a little close, to take a part-time job and help a little. And though I wanted to say no, I could not. Justin saw me every day, ready to faint. Of course he cared about me and it was logical that he would like to help. I could not refuse him if it was his decision, since he was no longer a little boy. The bar was packed. The music was too loud and the pain in my head increased every second. I always had a headache. It was strange, because when Donovan roamed around, I felt intense pain and upset that tormented me since I was a child. Even my nose stopped bleeding for a couple of days. Did it have anything to do
Terrified? To the depths of my soul. My heart began to beat desperately. As if it wanted to flee from my chest and escape to safety. I felt cold, even when I knew it was just my body’s reaction to fear. I raised my hands. I couldn’t let this guy try to shoot inside the house, not when I knew my brothers hadn’t escaped. My mind was racing at a thousand an hour, but I felt frozen in the same place. Could I escape This? I had never seen danger in the eye. That man looked at me with such lust that it made me nauseous. The gun was pointed directly at my head. What could I do? At the slightest movement he would squeeze the trigger. I knew it with the same certainty with which I knew I must do something. My brothers were in danger and I couldn’t see a way out of this unscathed. Justin was hurt. With each passing second, it could get worse. I had to take him to a hospital and seek for help. “I’m sorr
Did I trust him? Well, it was the perfect time to try it. I took a deep breath, trying to keep the waves of panic out of my system. I kept him smile, just before closing my eyes. “Count,” he instructed. One. I heard something move and his warmth left me. Two. A door creaked. Three. A scream shot through the wind. Four. The screaming stopped. Five. I felt something crawl across the floor. Six. Little by little, silence enveloped me. Seven. My hands shook. Eight. Where was Donovan? Nine. My voice broke in fear.
“You haven’t mentioned anything about what I asked you a little while ago,” he reminded me. I knew exactly what he was referring to, even without having to ask him. We were sitting on the porch of the house. The children, after much crying and reassuring words, managed to fall asleep. Donovan helped me clean up the remnants of what happened, tidying up the room and throwing everything broken into the trash. He kept quiet, helping me without complaint. In fact, I didn’t even ask for it. Seeing me pick up all the mess from the room, he just silently joined in. “You have a lot to explain to me,” I changed the subject. He nodded in agreement. The night was peaceful. As if everything I had experienced hours before had just been a bad dream. The stars twinkled in the sky, while the moon was the protagonist of the story. Would this leave traumas on my si
“I can’t do that,” I flatly denied. “Even if what you say is true, I cannot assassinate him.” It is one thing for him to be a damn unhappy and quite another for his life to be in my hands. I was just a teenager, however adult I wanted to show myself. I was not a murderer, nor a callous being. Yes, my father betrayed us in the worst possible way, but he was still the man who gave me life, the person who stayed with me every time I was sick, the one who secretly took me to eat ice cream from my mother. Parents are not usually perfect. In fact, very few lucky ones could say that their parents, both of them, had been good to them. It was normal to be wrong, since there is no manual for raising children. I was not a mother, but after all these years taking care of my siblings, I could see how easy it was to fail and how difficult it was to patch up our mistakes. That did not imply that I would for
As ugly and dark as the scene was, I knew the sun would rise tomorrow. And everything would change perspective. I woke up to Justin’s first groan. I walked over to his bed, careful not to wake the children. He opened his eyes when I was checking his temperature. At first he looked around in panic, as if he couldn’t quite wake up. “Juliet?” he asked, alarmed. He hadn’t even seen me. In fact, he called my name out of habit, not because he knew I was next to him. “Here I am.” I took her hand, feeling his trembling hands. “The children …” “They’re fine, they’re by your side.” “I’m sorry.” He began to cry softly, repeating those words over and over again. “No, I’m sorry. I was far away, sorry.” I cried next to him, silently. My little brother was
My first reaction was to freeze. Had Donovan done something to my father? I didn't know how to feel about it, however, after a few seconds, I decided that I didn't care as much as I should. After all, it was about the man who betrayed us. Then I'd take the time to talk to Donovan about what I could and couldn't do, but right now, it wasn't my biggest concern. I had enough with all the chaos that flooded my home. The kids were being a bit rambunctious. It seems that they had too much energy and could not find how to drain it. On days like this, I used to take them to the park so they could run around the place freely. The house was too small, so they had nowhere to go. Justin was one of those guys who couldn't bear to rest. Even when I begged him, he insisted on being all over the house. He even cleaned the bathroom. As the hours passed, he began to feel better. In fact, he only had a few traces of his bruises, whic