David, who was ahead of us, brakes suddenly, causing Daniel to do the same. The four of us are left leaning forward. The shock leaves us in silence until Luka complains."What's wrong with you Daniel, can't you drive properly or what?" he asks annoyed.However, no one answers him."Start the car" asks Michael at what we all see.No way.David didn't brake because he wanted to, he had to when a car drove through and it's car, although I've seen it few times in my life, I can recognize it.For the hell of it."No, don't. Guys let me out of the car" I ask when what I didn't want to see, he gets out of the car.His men join him and in less than no time they get everyone out of the car."Where's your bitch of a sister!!! That bastard I must teach her a lesson!" he shouts angrily.I immediately open the door with difficulty and climb out over Luka, while Michael amazed by everything going on, pulls out his phone and starts recording.What a good idea.David who was roughly pulled out of the
The pain makes me wake up. I honestly don't know what day it is, let alone the time, I just know why I'm here and what I have to do from now on.I wake up and find myself alone, which doesn't surprise me. I have no family that really cares how I am.This time alone, in which to my misfortune I can't move. It has helped me to analyze what is my next step. Which, no doubt, includes the suffering of Mr. Mordashov. The bastard who procreated me.The doctor and nurses make their rounds, in which they emphasize that I can not make sudden movements and among them is to get up.Before leaving, the doctor warned me that if I misbehaved, he would sedate me again. So, without any desire, I agreed to stay calm.According to what I have been told, it has been seven days since that monster hit us, days in which I have only had minutes of consciousness thanks to the state in which he left me and the sedative that I was given afterwards.Among my belongings I have my phone. However, I haven't contact
"I don't want you to think nothing happened. Yes, it happened. And for that your father will pay for the damages, not you. Neither your brother nor you are guilty of the bad acts that Mr. Mordashov committed.>> So don't even give me the bullshit that you don't want to see us, because no doubt today you will know his side when he's angry and I assure you, he's not cool at all. Well, basically I'm cool all the time." He says as he ponders his words" It won't be... good for you."I turn to where he stands and his expression amuses me. However, the bruises on his face prevent me from smiling."Guys, I'm really sorry about what happened. That shouldn't have happened to you.""You're wrong. This should have happened. This was the only way to have evidence against that man" Camilo comments approaching me to take my fingers.Which is the only thing I don't have in plaster."You are not alone. You never will be because little girl, you are part of our little circle and as a member we will not
"At least all is not lost," Michael comments with a smile. "So did they give him custody?" "No. From what little they could inform me, things are not simple. But really what is clear is that Mr. Mordashov will not be able to live with you." "I don't understand." I say. "I didn't understand much either, which is why the lawyer is left to meet with me now. So I'll be right back. Hopefully what he has to tell me will be beneficial to your brother and you." he comments and then kisses his son goodbye and leaves. "So be it." she whispers. "I am still in awe of all that has happened" Michael comments when we are alone again. "With everything he's done before, it didn't surprise me" Luka comments. "And that's what scares me the most. The situation with David and you is being sorted out, but where was I left in the middle of all this?" says Aninka fearfully. "It's true. We have thought about the problem that David and I have, but we ignore that Aninka may also be in the same danger."
My physical condition is not optimal, the casts and pains in my body limit my movements, so doing something as simple as picking up the phone is difficult for me. Fortunately, the meddling nurse who is always trying to get me to see the positive in everything, has taken it upon herself to keep it charged.The phone rings insistently again. The ringtone surprises me.The notes of Umbrella play in the room, while Rihanna's melodious voice reminds me of the promise my brother and I have.David is calling me.My vision becomes blurry from that simple fact and my urge to pick up the phone becomes my reason for living. I try to move quickly, but the pain in my body reminds me that's not possible.The call ends, but my urge to pick up the phone doesn't go away.'If he called me, it's because he can and wants to talk to me.' I remind myself as motivation not to give up.The umbrella notes are heard again and my limited movement makes me despair.Between groans and gasping for breath, I manage
Two weeks laterTime passes extremely slowly in these four walls, making my stay feel much longer and more mortifying. Fortunately, I have neither heard from Mr. Mordashov nor has he approached me.Since, thanks to the recordings of the confrontation, Mr. Mordashov has had certain problems that besides keeping him busy, prohibit him from being near any of us and that's great.Camilo's mother has been looking out for everyone and has also continued the process so that we don't get killed, leaving us in Mr. Mordashov's hands. She and the mother of the other boys are the ones who have been there for me. Since, my majestic mother has not reported.No doubt, she is one of a kind.My uneasiness increases as I learn that she has really abandoned us in every sense of the word. But I don't let myself be affected, when the last thing I need is to suffer for someone who doesn't care about me.The door opens and in walks Mrs. Camilo, who smiles at me as she arrives."How are you little one?""I ho
I try to push away the thousands of unknowns that appear in my mind and continue my attention on my mother's letter.'It hurts me to know that the time the doctors gave me does not exceed a month and that no matter how hard I tried to get money for you and that your father would not harm you, it was not enough and now all my efforts were limited to not taking advantage of the time I have left with you and to look for someone you could stay with who would protect you from the monster that is your father.Days before he came to me to tell me that he would take you with him and when I objected he threatened to kill me. I angrily confronted him and only succeeded in getting him to hit me and then harm you by meeting with you.He beat me badly to the point of leaving me in a clinic all this time, so, I couldn't go to you to protect you, so I pretended that he won while I made my last move to protect you. Now, I just hope that what I did, for the first time in life is the best thing for you.
We leave my room and head for the elevator. Since not all of us will be allowed to enter, only Mrs. Hernandez, David and I head for the morgue.With pain in my whole being, I feel the fervent fire that lies in me and comes out of these new wounds that are about to destroy me.How could this be possible, at what point did it all become a fucking nightmare?I would like to say that I don't know since when everything changed for the worse and that I can't imagine suffering. But knowing that it was my father who provided us with everything and that it was because of him that we moved, it was more than clear that we were going to suffer. I just didn't imagine so much.Why are there people who are as cruel as the one I should call my father?Thousands of questions run through my mind as we arrive at our destination, but all questions disappear, when I remember why I am there. At the door is clearly the man in the room we have to enter, so there is no need to ask the obvious. So, in we go."G