Young

I went back to the club for a second escape looking for pleasure, and a new guy chose me. What promised to be an easy lesson left a mark I didn't expect.

I agreed to dance at a bachelor party because I needed the money. What I didn’t expect was that four guys would offer me double for something more.

I thought we were only going up to the pine grove to eat omelet and drink red wine. I never imagined my cousin would ask me to touch her among the trees that afternoon.

My boyfriend introduced me as his friend to his entire family. His uncle noticed and slipped me a note with his number and one word written on it: «later».

At three in the morning, two men knocked on the door. What neither of them knew was that Camila had been asking me for that night for weeks.

I opened the door without making a sound. Three sleeping men in the same room and her in red panties, on the bed, wearing a shirt that wasn’t mine.

That afternoon I didn’t go to play soccer. I went to lose something I had already decided to lose, never imagining my mother would arrive too soon.

When Camila whispered that the girl was already in the house and watching us from the hallway, I thought she would stop. She did the exact opposite.

I came down wearing nothing but a towel, and on the next-to-last step I discovered the room was full of people who had already seen me completely on the screen.

He was twenty years, two months and fourteen days old when he filled the tank, rode up into the sierra, and pushed open the door of the only open butcher shop in Risca Alta.

When the neighbors left, she was still there, motionless among the tall grass, violets pressed to her chest and her eyes fixed on Marisol.

No one in the family imagined what happened between Lucía and me when the lights went out and we disappeared for a weekend in some downtown hotel.

I checked the terrace cameras and discovered that my neighbor’s daughter had been watching us in silence from behind the curtains for weeks.

When she pointed me out in the sea of people, I knew that night was going to break something I’d spent years trying to keep intact.

It was seven in the morning, I’d just broken up with my girlfriend by text, and my neighbor was still face down in my bed. I wasn’t about to waste the morning.

I turned the living-room light down so she wouldn’t see me, but when the sheet started moving beneath her hips, I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping that night.

I went for water at two in the morning and the blue TV light stopped me cold. My son was on the sofa, and I couldn’t look away.

Mateo nodded toward me and went upstairs. I followed without thinking, knowing his girlfriend was my best friend and that nothing could stop us anymore.

That first night, Vega crossed the hall barefoot, entered the master bedroom, and sat on the king-size bed. What they did in the neighborhood cot no longer had to be hidden.

Her mom went out on an errand, her sister left with her friend, and we were left alone. Camila opened her biology book and started asking questions no teacher answers.