I went back to him knowing he was going to destroy me again
I promised myself I wouldn’t fall again. But when he opened the door and looked at me like that, I knew all my rules would break before dawn.
I promised myself I wouldn’t fall again. But when he opened the door and looked at me like that, I knew all my rules would break before dawn.
I’d spent weeks telling myself it was the right thing: put distance between us, catch that plane, and never look back. But when I opened the door and saw him, everything went to hell.
That giant of a man was eating a sandwich at the bar. One look was enough to know I’d be back at the nightclub door that night looking for him.
When Valeria corrected his form on the machine, he couldn’t help making it obvious. She saw it, smiled, and offered him something that wasn’t in any training plan.
When he took me to the hall's service stairs, his hand had already been deciding for both of us for half an hour. I only let it happen.
The garden was dark when Marcos dragged me behind the hedges. What happened next, amid champagne and bodies, was something no one had planned.
Too wired on caffeine to sleep, I went down to the lobby and there she was: blonde, elegant, with a coffee cup in her hands and that smile that wasn’t quite innocent.
The salesgirl assured me no one could see me. When the box fell, I was exposed to three strangers who had no intention of leaving.
When the moans started on the other side of the wall, she was asleep beside me. What I saw in the mirror that night, I still don't know how to tell anyone.
I parked a block away so I wouldn’t make noise. The lights were off, but from the back of the house came laughter that didn’t fit any quiet gathering.
I hadn’t been with anyone for three months, and when I saw him enter the lobby, I knew that night would be different. I was right.
No one answered when I knocked. I went in, walked down the hall, and when I reached the garage I froze at what I saw.
I walked to school feeling Ramiro’s semen between my legs. The day had barely begun.
When Natalia started taking off her blouse, I understood that goodbye wasn’t going to be like the others. I was 18 and had never touched a woman.
When I got out of the shower, Sebastián had the pink garments in his hand and that steady look I knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse.
Under his jacket, something was moving. I should have left. Instead, I slipped my hand in, and what happened next changed that summer forever.
I walked barefoot down the hallway and rested my forehead against the bedroom door. I knew he’d come after me. And I knew exactly what he was going to do to me there.
On Monday he only realized that he couldn’t take his eyes off me. On Friday he gave me the library key and summoned me for six.
It was only a game to make friends, but when she asked if she could come over that night, I knew we’d crossed a line I wanted to cross.
I accepted without thinking. I read everything he posted. I never liked a single post. Three years later, I still don’t dare write to him, but I think of him every night.