Nerea97

I left before dawn with my body ready and one thought in mind: reaching the other side of the highway after giving myself to every driver willing to stop.

I’d go down in the middle of the night to the mattress on the floor where he slept, pull the sheets over us, and stay there until he finished. We were almost never caught.

When Bruno put out the joint and looked at me that way, I knew the night would end very differently from how it had begun. Neither of us regretted it.

Outside, the snow kept falling. Inside, on the other side of the wall, someone was moaning. And I had my aunt asleep beside me, her robe barely closed.

As soon as we left the parking lot, she undid her trouser button and whispered: find an empty lot, an alley, anything. I can’t get home like this.