Chapter 3 Foolishness

Carolina

Some days should have the notion that leaving home is not an option, however, for an orphan this is impossible, especially when it depends on two jobs to be able to keep without having to resort to selling drugs or prostitution, something that I've seen a lot of colleagues look for in high school. Today, once again I had to put up with the disaffection of Madame Mikhail, everyone knows what your husband works with and even if my will was to pull his wires one by one would never do something like this.

However when the first shot sounded, I was unable to keep my gaze on the ground, in the middle of the soldier's forehead there was a bullet mark making the blood flow to the bridge of the nose, his large and heavy body falling to the ground with a heavy thud. I let loose the air forcefully thinking of surviving one more day of work to be able to go to university at night, none of my student debts will pay by miracle.

I joined forces and prayed, I believe I prayed for the first time in the last ten years, a short prayer asking God to allow me to survive another day, so that this moment would become just another nightmare in the quota of sleepless nights. It was when the squeaky voice of the customer who mistreated me with refinements of cruelty while throwing hot coffee on my clothes attracted all my attention. The burning of the hot liquid was forgotten by the desperate look on her pale face, her mouth painted red spoke something that was inaudible to me and once again I was sure that God would not come to my aid, wishing not to endure her humiliations.

Apparently I have a certain affinity with the demon, since the next moment I watched the bullet go through the space between his eyes, making Nuno's scream reverberate finally bringing my hearing back to the present. When I came out of the torpor I found the greenest eyes I have ever seen in life, bright as two spheres, the angelic face sculpted by the beard well cut and the shaggy strands giving an even greater charm to their features.

A single moment of foolishness and could never imagine being condemned one day, in reality I did not even realize to be responding until now to being in a car with the unknown who shot two people less than an hour ago. I watch my hands against my knees and feel my heart rising to my mouth in uncontrolled beats, the streets go by too fast, I lose control of my breath, I feel like I'm falling or breaking into pieces again.

That old sensation, the same torment, the reddish face returns to my mind as the blue eyes full of malice analyze every part of my body, use my arms to hug me trying to protect me from something I do not know, do not understand, but would soon understand. The black dots begin to appear finally making the image of that worm disappear from my memory, I hear a voice outside but I'm too lost inside myself.

It's when I'm about to break that I feel the heat enveloping my body in a completely strange and at the same time welcoming way, I want to scream and beg you to let me go but just feel more welcomed, Touching the strands of my hair soothes the frantic beats of my chest. As I blink frantically back to see the partition that separates the front seats.

- Just take a breath.

- Thank you. - I can answer.

- Don't thank me girl I usually cause panic attacks for less than you saw.

I sigh heavily and end up inspiring the expensive and woody perfume, mixed with nicotine and maybe alcohol.

- Unfortunately my crisis was not because of you. - I admit softly

What seems to awaken man to the position in which we find ourselves: Embraced. Quickly he returns to his place as I lift my chin finding his suspicious look, so I wait for the question.

- And what other reason would that be?

I hush up a laugh for predictability, from an early age I learned to be pragmatic and despite always seeking to see the best in people some things ended up shaping me too strongly. So I decided to be a doctor, dedicate my life to helping others by doing my best always without waiting for anything in return.

- Answer girl! - Your authoritative voice has taken me from daydreams.

- I'm sorry sir, but I don't want to answer. - I shuddered rolling my fingers against the fabric of the worn gray pants.

The angelic face contorted revealing the teeth aligned, I closed my eyes imagining that I could win some slap as the richest clients of the salon usually do when they are irritated and need someone to take it out. But the slap did not come the heavy air and the warm breath against my lips attracted all my attention, I opened my eyes looking at the green irises so close to the fury expressing only by the movement of the nose to release the air.

- Who beat you there? - Questioned and the breath minty reached an unknown point inside me.

- Who did not beat me there.- I could answer without averting my eyes feeling the heart racing again.

The man went away again hiding his face to the window while I stood like a fool watching the profile of his body shaped by the suit, the fingers tattooed with some rings that I recognized to be expensive.

- You will work in my house. - It's not a question, actually I believe it's an order.

- What can I ask you? - I try to stay neutral.

- What can you do besides being the pet of the city's socialites?

I swallow dry with some pain, finally stopping to observe his profile and his rings turning to the window, people walking down the street, each with dreams to be realized. So I puff up my chest and answer even though I know I can be the subject of some joke as I have been so many times.

- I am a medical student, in the morning I am a pet and at night I am intern at the central hospital. - I say the last part without being able to hide the sarcasm. - I do not believe I have any use in the business of the owner of the city.

- If you know I own this town then you know my word is law. - Your authoritative voice fills the car. - I need someone who knows how to sew, you know how to do that?

- Yes, sir. - I swallow dry terrified by the type of seam he refers to.

- Great, so your job starts today.

I turn to him quickly, his hard gaze leaves no questions, but fear does not come out so fast.

- I need you to suture a shot I grazed during the night. - Clarify.

I bite my nervous lower lip, but unable to say anything that goes against it, the nuns always said that going against the demon is harder than going with it. At that moment, the car stops, I have no time to answer because a man is already opening the door, I begin to move away when he himself pushes the other of my vision and extends his hand. Again as an offering going towards the very ordeal held in the firm and warm hand, without deviating from the feline gaze that makes my legs become unstable.

When I can finish getting off the car high, I end up slipping and falling forward being held by him, I feel his nose going through the strands of my hair until his mouth is against the lobe of my ear.

- You seem to be the well of folly. - The low, hoarse and low voice notes once again what I realized hours ago and to make matters worse sends spasms through my spine, warming my lower abdomen.

Sigh unable to bounce, because if it was lucid enough would already be embarking for the north pole to escape from it and especially would have accepted this side that screams danger.