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Dean releases my arm at once, pulling me back so hard that I don't fall to the ground by miracle. With a single step forward, he hits Colton with the handle of the gun, hitting his nose. The sound of metal colliding with the bone makes me shrink, but it is Colton's blood firing through the blow that has my stomach turning in nausea. Hunter even tries to get up, but Dean is already by my side again, pushing the gun against my jaw."Always so funny... How many laughs will it be when I shoot one of you? Do you see anyone nearby? Not me! "Colton throws all his hatred out of his eyes, but limits himself to just covering his injured nose with both hands. The fingers soaking in blood in a matter of seconds. "Hunter, now you have exactly two minutes to start telling the truth, or I'll say what I know myself.”I feel the coldness of the gun kissing the skin of my neck, and the soft sound that is produced by the bullets inside the drum when Dean presses the revolver on the soft part below my ch
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I stagger back, uncertain about my own reaction. Should I scream or run?“What? Why would anyone want to kill me?”"It's not for you, it's for him! " Dean gestures to Hunter, pointing the gun at him. I don't look. "Suzy, he works for people with a similar interest to mine. People who link your name to a Turkish Brotherhood. The difference was that if you died, he would also die. By desertion, he was the one who should have killed you that night, Suzy. Hunter Chaol is the name of the man who would take you to Saltuk Mahomet.”I can hear the sound of my breathing in the silence that hangs over us. Without moving my body, I look down to where Hunter is, kneeling. The green eyes sparkle with a feverish tone that I do not recognize, but the lips move without producing any sound:"Trust the man you met at the subway station."The man who was beaten, died, and came back to life, all because he did not want to fulfill the service received. The man who bleed, begged for my help, and made me fe
My Foreign Husband 91
They say that all of us throughout life fall in love with three different types of loves.The first love comes when we are inexperienced and nervous, eager to experience everything that adults say is the best. It is at this stage that we question the whole world around us, including whether the euphoria felt can be similar to any real feeling. The second is usually the worst, painful, it is the one that comes to us with some kind of sentimental lesson; the less we talk about this, the better. The latter most of the time has no intention of arriving, however, it is sudden, honest, and very often, eternal.But in order for me to explain how the three loves of my life could be connected by some kind of deadly coincidence, I need to go back a few years ago, at the time when I was still dreaming of a pink world and a quiet life. Basically, the day I met my first love.The economics teacher finished storing his materials when the signal for the end of classes sounded. Screams of ecstasy eme
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My friends turned to me with a shadow of solidarity in their eyes. They knew that Aiden had been my dream of consumption since the first grade. He was part of the group that never noticed my existence, unless some test was scheduled for the week."They went together on the tour to the club and say they spent the whole trip kissing. "Glenda lowered her eyes, dull. "He asked her to date during the English class break, I thought you had seen it.”“I was in the library! "Always in the company of my books.Nicole stroked my hair gently.“Don't care, Suzy. He doesn't know that he would be much happier dating you, someone who really likes him. You'll find something better.”"How could he do this to me? We've been dating for eight years! “I choked, furious. Aiden was the only one in the whole school who didn't know about this part of our relationship."I hope he broachs," Glenda begged, twisting her expression in fury. I stopped grumbling, confused. Just because of the questioning look on eve
My Foreign Husband 93
My door opened the moment I finished fastening my hair with a black clip. "Where do you think you're dressed like that? "Questioned my mother, blocking the hallway of the house with her small body.I took a look at my short and loose black dress, and the high boots that wrapped around my knees. I wasn't as vulgar as the shock on his face showed, and I really didn't want to argue about my new way of dressing, so I took some jacket and hid the neckline between my no big breasts. My mother kept looking at me with an ugly face.At that time, I used to believe that any type of clothing would look perfect on my skeletal teenage body. My family used to fool me with certain comments about how thin being was ideal to fit in elegant clothes, and I rarely doubted it.In this way, even with too thin legs, long arms and visible bones, I felt like a Marilyn Monroe inside loose and fluttering clothes, but no one ever told me that my appearance came closer to an ironing board with ruffles thrown over
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I was moving away from everyone little by little, gradually losing my will in what always gave me pleasure, and every atom in my world focused on the existence of Jonathan Maxwell.He liked the black color, so I started to dress up with as many black clothes as I could find in my ridiculous colorful closet. My loose hair used to get in the way when he wanted to mark my neck with painful bites, so I always made sure to attach them before I found it.My simple life became a little game of adaptations and changes that were not only visible to Jonathan. Anyone could notice that I was always policing myself, detecting my movements and perfecting my facial expressions. Everything to please Jonathan Maxwell.He deserved to be pleased.Everyone around him did everything to give him what he needed, even if he didn't ask. And I didn't want to be different. I thought that if I didn't live up to his demands "many of them silent and complicated" I would end up being exchanged for someone more expe
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But I didn't know that not always what we want, or what destiny puts in our paths, is the right thing to keep in our lives. Sometimes you can say no to someone who comes up suddenly, because he's only there to be the stone you're going to stumble upon. If you choose to reject it, you can stumble and move on, but if you decide to keep it in your pocket, the weight will always make you choose the wrong way.I got in the car and stretched out to kiss Jonathan while he started. He was talking on his cell phone, and the radio was turning on, so none of us could hear my mother cursing in the middle of the sidewalk, although his skinny image was being reflected by the rearview mirrors of the car.I tried not to feel guilty as her image became distant, and the wind coming from everywhere through the lowered windows hit my face hard, but I failed when I felt a knot forming in my throat.If I was lucky not to get beaten up when I came home, I would have to listen to a sermon of those given by B
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My mother wasn't exaggerating when she threatened saying that I would end up getting a one-way ticket to my father's house.My father has always been a fundamental piece to the puzzle of the past that was gradually set up within my mind, so it is more than important to emphasize the reason that led to his first separation: he never had time for the family, and never showed patience to deal with the conflicts that are part of the duty of every father. We had never lacked money, comfort and perks "even after my parents' divorce", but in relation to his performance as a responsible tutor, he always left something to be desired.In the December vacation, I was placed on a plane bound for Washington, without the right to complain or kick. But considering the degrading state that the blame for not listening to my mother had taken me, I didn't even try.I no longer wanted the courage to look on my mother's face since the day I crossed the door of the house with my clothes crumpled and pain s
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