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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
My Foreign Husband 95
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
My Foreign Husband 96
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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Jonathan appeared at the door with a desolate and more serene face than I saw in all the almost two years we knew each other. He asked me to come in, and even if I didn't want to, Gabby left. I couldn't blame her, if I had answered her questions about boyfriends I could have warned her about Jonathan and his enviable art of taking anyone into her conversation. Once again he succeeded in deceiving and disguising his intentions.My father's always so shrewd and cool girlfriend made a point of reminding Jonathan that the difference in our ages was one of the reasons why my mother was in favor of distance. Jonathan, in turn, was complacent and empathetic, saying that he would not have gone to Washington without first having had a conversation that "according to his words, and not mine" clarified all his agreement with my family. While listening, Gabby limited herself to moving her eyebrow and nibbling her lip, inexpressive.Jonathan bothered to make a self-depreciating speech to convince
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"You look discouraged," whispered Jonathan.I inaled deeply, bored, and an explosion of sweet odors invaded my nostrils.”"I'm just thinking about what your plan was when you came to me.”Jonathan tilted his head slightly, and the silky strands of his brown hair slipped subtly over his forehead. He had the same dark locks as his mother, from whom he also inherited his smile. But although he had never seen his father for something other than a photograph, it was clear that the height was the point at which he inherited. Jonathan was bothered by my height, but it wasn't even that big. Maybe it was a kind of inferiority complex."My plan was to apologize. "I looked back, and Jonathan laughed. "No, not that kind of excuses. I mean in general, Suzy. I am sorry for all the problems and discussions we have had in recent months. I'm sorry for diverting my anger to a person as sensitive as you, and I'm sorry, from my heart, for all the evil you brought into your life. I really regret it. You a
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"What sound is that? "I asked hoarsely for the excessive use of the voice."There is a gallon of water loose in the trunk," Jonathan replied, increasing the volume again. He looked through the rearview mirror, momentarily fixing his brown eyes on the rear seats. "I need to stop at a station to solve this problem.”We went down the interstate with the voice of an opera singer screaming in our ears. The traffic was a mess, which contributed even more to our delay and the pain in my head. Going through the expressway at a pace similar to that of a slug, when we arrived at the nearest gas station it was already early in the morning. There was no gas station attendant, so Jonathan fueled the car alone and entered the small convenience store.Taking advantage of the minutes of peace, I lowered the volume again, and leaned back, closing my eyes. I didn't have time to reflect on the relief I felt inside me seeing that Jonathan had not prevented me from ending what we had, because the blow was
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From the way we were parked, between two fuel pumps, I was not impressed that no one had noticed any strange activity yet. I didn't know if I was dragging the woman or myself, since my legs were trembling and the few meters that separated me from the sidewalk seemed so far away. I was just sure that we both shared the same despair and survival instinct.My bag stayed in the car, and I wouldn't risk coming back in search of my cell phone. It seemed more logical to call help from those who were closer, so I kept pulling the woman, stumbling, and taking away any source of hesitation. I've always been very careful about offering help to someone. My instinct has always been, and will always be, to protect me. But I couldn't help thinking about what Jonathan was capable of when he was nervous, and there was a woman bleeding next to me to prove how far he had already come.The stranger was thin and trembling, but she clung to me so tightly that her nails would leave marks on me if they were
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