AMELIA
Contradicting the sun earlier today, the weather closed and the sky is full of heavy clouds, dark and ready to release liters and liters of water. The rain has always fascinated me, when I was little the rainy days were the best for me, simply because I had mornings so I didn't even have to go to school and deal with all the childish jokes about being a mistress's daughter, a bastard who didn't deserve to be here. in the same place with them, the legitimate children of their good and worthy families. I grimace at the memory and shift my gaze to the framed picture I keep on the table with my notebook, a picture of me and Mom, when I had just turned five and was starting to lose my teeth. She's smiling like she's really happy, the complete opposite of the woman I saw today.
HENRICOI rub my palm over the skin damaged by his slaps, massaging the spot to quell the sting. Amelia isn't that short, but she still can't get past my shoulders in height and at this point I'm extremely grateful that she couldn't reach my face the first time. This girl has a heavy hand as fuck." Oh, fuck!" I grind my teeth, feeling the power in his hands again." What are you doing here?" Screams, looking at me with the big green irises. Not hiding the anger you're feeling.
HENRICO I bite her neck, massaging the spot with my tongue afterwards. She moans and squirms and tries to pretend she's unaffected, enjoying my grip. I laugh, mean, pulling her hair harder. I didn't used to like rough sex, I've always been one to make light and tasty love, but there's something about this girl that makes me insane, hungry. It must be that fucking look she gives me without realizing it, practically begging me to bury my dick in her little pussy, but it could also be the color of the pale irises, that green kills, it drives me wild, it makes me want to act like a man. caves and throw her on my shoulders, leaving her at my mercy. I move my mouth down to her breasts, nibbling on one and then the other. Kneading the soft fl
AMELIAThe clarity wakes me up as soon as I lift my eyelids and move lazily on the bed, stretching my arms up and stretching my legs, a smile graces my lips when I feel my whole body aching, remembering that the culprit of this is beside me. I roll onto the opposite side of the bed from me still grinning and look for him, doing a quick scan of the room when I don't find him sleeping.I frown.What the hell.Where he is?
AMELIAI look at my sleeping mother, still not believing in the latest events. I check if she's really sleeping, kiss the top of her head and leave the room with a heavy mind. I close my eyes, drawing air into my lungs and then letting it out. An escape, that's all I need." Hey." I open my eyes, facing Peter very close, he is serious and his gaze is hard.I close my expression, ignore his presence and walk straight in, not caring about his protest as I turn my back on him.
HENRICO"O what are you going to do with it?" I stare at the photos on my desk, ignoring my best friend's question.What am I going to do with it, he wants to know. Well, I'm fucked, because I have no idea. Not anymore, at least."You can put him in jail and finally get your revenge." Guilhermino points out, showing a euphoria that is not enough for me.
HENRICOIt seems that fate wants to play with my face, making my father-in-law and my ex-wife line up right in front of me, just like in the past. Aurora keeps a hand on her stomach protectively, her blue eyes are startled and dart from me to her dad. She got in between us, preventing me from returning the punch the traitorous bastard threw at me."Fuck, woman! Get out of my way! I startle, clenching my fists until my palms turn white."Get out, I'm going to finish this bastard off." Augusto growls, pushing his daughter to the side. She loses her balance and almost falls.Guilhermino curses behind me, and I tighten my fists even more."You don't have respect, do you?" Nothing is more important to you than yourself. His eyes narrow and for a second, I see a flicker of regret as he stares at his daughter."You better go, Henrico." Aurora says, sounding tired.I narrow my eyes at her, studying her image, her hair is tied in a ponytail on top of her head, light makeup adorns her face and
AMELIA Dallas, Texas.I read the fate of the passage again, squinting at the woman who brought me into the world, she is sleepy, has a lost look and has been silent since we left the house. There was no argument when Dad informed them that the two of us would be traveling to another country later today, all there was a long exchange of looks between them. No protest or battle, just acceptance. She looks devastated, actually broken in the poetic sense of the word. Lost in her own thoughts, unable to comment on our trip or anything minimally relevant. This is driving me crazy.
AMELIANot.Not I can think of no other reason for a person to move to this town than to hide from the world. Missouri is a city in Texas and I can say that "end of the world" is more appropriate, although, the city is slightly charming, I can't bear to look at all the horses, goats, chickens and pigs that Melissa raises. Although, she has become friends over the last few days and her son is the cutest thing. Which of course makes me think of the son my sister is carrying in her womb, my first nephew, and how difficult it will be to be away from him.I sigh, looking at my newest friend's interaction with her husband.