Chapter 6 6

Clara. my history with 22 is little but I was always in love with him, I met him at the dance and loved him for real, babado. but the guy was with me one day and the next day he disappeared and no one saw him, I was pissed. only then after a few days I saw him again and we were again and so on, I ended up getting pregnant and he assumed me. But, don't think that everything was beautiful and romantic. The first betrayal was the worst of all and although he has now taken a break.

in the first betrayal I found out and went to talk to him, and all I did was take it up the ass, I got beaten up and so did he, because I can get beaten up but I can hit him. I stabbed him so hard that even today there is a scar, kakakakaka and he says that he accidentally cut himself, poor baby. tô buxidinha of three months and unfortunately I haven't left the house much, besides the willpower there is still rhuan that won't let me leave the house. He is really jealous of me, possessive, you know? I get scared sometimes, he has even killed guys because of me. At this moment we were lying on the bed watching a soap opera and I decided to ask him about our baby. "honey, what name do you want if it's a boy?" - I asked, watching him almost doze off. "richard to match me" - he said, interlacing our hands. "richard is ugly, I want vitor" - he laughed and his radio beeped. " Fuck, I'm coming". - I heard Isa's voice on the radio and got surprised. "Is that Isa? Is she ok? " - I said worried. "Yeah, I just wanted to set fire to her neighbor's house". - he said, getting up and putting on his shirt. "I'll go with you." - I said. "Put that fire down and stay cool." "fuck me there, whether you want me to or not." - I said, adjusting my blouse. . ×××××. Isabella. I entered the house snorting with hate, crying a thousand times. The first betrayal, for fuck's sake, didn't he think about our fucking love? I left my house, my mother, my family. To live with this man and look what I get in return, slapping, betrayal and pregnant with a child who does not deserve to spend the third of this. I should have listened to my mother, I should have turned back. I didn't really know him and in two months living with him I got to know him fast. I let myself be carried away by the charm, by the love I feel for him. He probably doesn't feel anything. I looked for him around the house and couldn't find him, so I decided to sleep a little to clear my mind. °°°°° I woke up hearing andre yelling at someone and by my blurred vision and the little that I could see was on the phone, he was pissed because as he yelled he hit the wall, he sounded like a madman. "What happened André?" - I said worriedly, getting up. "I need you to go take some weapons to me, morô?" - he said looking at me and I laughed in disbelief. "Hey bofe, come on. I'm not going at all, I'm giving my ass away, André. Go tell your steamers to do it, I'm so mad at you for not fucking me" - I said and was leaving until he pulled me "Well, bitch, you know I fucking love you. Break it down for me, who is my nigga, huh? Who is she?" - he whispered in my ear and kissed my neck. " I don't know, ask your next door neighbor" - I said, making fun of him. "Oh come on, you can go and come back and deny it. Nothing will happen to you, you go and come back quickly, here is the money and the weapons we put in the car." - He kisses me and I end up giving in. " tell me where it is." - he smiles. But he's really ridiculous. Ju. the disappeared is back and straight talk, I'm single. But only in status because I'm smitten with the manager of the playboy's right arm, the minor. We always stay when he has free time and the guy really likes me. Ppk de mel negas, mamain taught me direitin. you don't know much about my story so i will tell you the basics of it. I lived with my mother in the slum of the rock, but in the prime of life I went and ended up getting involved with the owner of there and the worst the guy was married. In short, I ended up getting pregnant with him and I was only 14 at the time. My mother then sent me to the slums of rocinha, where I met clara and isabela, who today are more lost than anything else. They have moved away from the real world, but they have also become wives of those who are and the boys deprive them of everything. Deus me free. I had my baby that today is two years old and is my face, babado! But then again, he was arrested. ricardo suggested the name of my son and unfortunately I had to agree, so we put it, bernardo ricky a very different name I know. Bebe has a nanny that lives with me and on Saturdays and Sundays he goes to her house and sometimes I give him the day off too. She is my companion for everything, I consider her a mother to me. Since I no longer have my mother present. I never knew my father because well before I was born he was shot and executed by a rival faction. I no longer have contact with my son's father, so the minor helps me in everything. Be even calls him his father. He promised that even if we were separated the responsibility that he had with Bernado would always be the same, so I demand a lot.