Cry, please I beg you

Love, something that many girls and boys dream about, even the older ones yearn to feel it so madly that we could give anything for it.

Anything...

We understand that person may have a bad face and we try to make him feel better, we understand that he is not expressive, but he always gives us the best, he makes us feel protected by his side, and we even feel invincible with his presence and support.

We are able to deliver from our mentality, even our body, believing that there is nothing more than us for them, yes, for a moment you believe it all.

Even that among his apparent indifference, he gives us all the love that his personality allows him to express.

As me wiped the blood from his hands, for a moment I thought he had smiled at me, though just as he had finally appeared, he vanished.

Those times when we vacationed, at times I believed it was the most valuable part of his life. He tried so hard to make me believe, of being a man with great pride, haughty, and sure of himself, I was surprised at his methods in the end, Heh, I, knowing nothing, fell for it like a fool.

From the sex, to the peaceful moments in silence, I truly, sincerely believed it.

I thought I was his everything...

"Hugh ha ha!"

"Ximena! Came back! Let's not make this more difficult!"

A girl with a slim complexion was hiding under some dark stairs in the middle of the night, while a black-haired man was looking for her along with other men.

My name is: Ximena Ramírez. That man is... my husband.

In the past, he was the man I loved the most in my life and for whom I would have given absolutely my all.

Heh! Well, I did.

I left my family, friends, money... dignity... I have nothing left...

Now I am running for my life and hiding.

I do not even know why; I have not had anything or anyone for a long time. He made sure of that even without me noticing.

I am a stupid.

Why run now? Why want to escape?

Because... I'm not even allowed to die...

The first time, it was poison: I suffered locked up in a room only receiving food and water for ten months.

Until I begged my husband while he was taking me at the time, to at least allow me to sunbathe.

The second: I cut my wrists, it was painful, and when I slowly lost my mind believing that I had finally achieved my freedom.

I cried with joy with some relief, however, I woke up four days later, tied to a hospital bed.

I was not released, until I tried to cut my tongue by biting it: I returned to the room, however, now with a warning.

If I tried again: My parents would die with me...

They didn't deserve that; their stupid and disobedient daughter married a terrible man who they thought could change with their help.

They strongly opposed it, however, she even threatened with her own life if they didn't let her do it.

Afraid of losing their daughter, the youngest in the family, they accepted with all the pain of their hearts.

Her three older brothers, not reconciled, desperately sought a way to get her away from him, everyone knew what kind of inhuman beast that man was.

Everyone except her... Or maybe yes.

He superbly believed that she would be able to make him change. But reality hit her.

full when he discovered the murder of his third brother much later...

What did you expect? Love? Attention? A family? That man knows none of those things.

He is always cold and indifferent, rigid, and dry.

No one can be around you without feeling stressed and uncomfortable. I stubbornly turned a deaf ear to it and tried to be the perfect wife, caring, understanding, kind and accommodating in whatever he asked of me.

The dream lasted. Just one year. But...

How did we come to this?

Upon learning of her brother's death, she asked her husband for permission to go to her parents' house.

But what he got was a burst of anger from him. At first, she didn't know anything, she just got scared because he didn't like her to go out.

Due to his work, many fervently sought moments of weakness to take advantage of him. Or rather, get rid of it.

Ximena always stayed on the sidelines but tried to be an unconditional support for him. However, he was always cold and distant.

Something that little by little, disappointment after disappointment, was cooling what at first was a heart on fire.

And what destroyed him mercilessly was the sad death of his older brother.

Lucas had never complained about being rejected by his family. They never visited his parents, but he hadn't stopped her from calling them.

Until a certain moment.

One way or another, it was impossible for her to call them, whether it was the work that was imposed on her or the constant trips to different places, she was so happy to spend time with him.

That he forgot absolutely everything, he believed that, although he did not know how to express himself, he loved her and tried to compensate her in other ways.

Whenever they had sex, he was affectionate, delicate and even tender. Her first time with him was so magical and tender, that her love for him broke through any doubts that had remained in her due to her family's constant warnings.

Her perfect body, her almost bluish black hair, impenetrable and sharp black eyes.

Her expression that always seemed unflinching, now looked hungry and full of desire that made her feel like the best woman in the entire world.

For her, there was only him in the world.

However, one night while I was bringing him a snack at the office...

"Sir, the Ramirez family filed a lawsuit this morning".

They demand a divorce from Mrs. Ximena and formally accused him of Emiliano's murder.

CRASH!

The tray, with all the plates and glasses, broke at Ximena's feet.

Her pale face full of disbelief, terror and pain was the first thing Lucas noticed when he opened the door.

When Ximena saw him, she couldn't articulate a word, she only opened her pale and dry lips repeatedly like a fish out of water.

Lucas took a step forward and she reflexively took one back. The corridor was enveloped in a sepulchral silence.

Ximena a long time later finally spoke in a voice as low as a mosquito's but clearly audible in the silent corridor.

She couldn't see Lucas's face clearly because he was backlit.

But she could almost feel that cold, indifferent gaze run over her body like she was a piece of trash.

She shuddered and covered her face; only then did she realize that her face was completely drenched in tears.

She had a terrible lump in her throat that prevented her from speaking, and memories of their travels and moments together flooded her mind.

"Y.... you..."

The more he tried to process it, his body and consciousness slowly slipped away. Resisting as long as she could, she heard Lucas's voice:

"They can't force us to divorce if you don't want it..."

His cold voice caused a painful sting in her chest, never, when she needed comfort, she never had it from him...

She cried alone, and she came out fresh to show him a smile. Her mother was not there to hug her and pat her back.

Nor her brothers threatening to seek revenge for her, even if it was something insignificant.

His brother...

"My... My brother, that's a lie, right?"

When she opened her eyes lying on the bed, Lucas's face was the first thing she observed. And those were her first words to him.

For the first time in all that time, she held his gaze waiting for an answer, although she couldn't see it clearly, she knew it wouldn't show a single crack.

He was cold, indifferent, and when it came to work, he could order someone to be murdered as if it were going to pick flowers.

And even he himself was capable of torturing and murdering someone with peace and quiet as if it were just going for a walk.

She trembled the first time and cried for days. Lucas was very upset for weeks. He had to adapt.

In the end.

There were times when he would leave the room with his hands and face soaked in blood and she herself would clean it with dedication and sweetness with a damp handkerchief.

Without realizing it, she stood up and walked over to him, staring at him for any sign of anything.

At the end in shock and, as if something in his head had broken. She covered her head and fell to her knees, wide-eyed and gasping.

He lost all consciousness, and everything went dark...

***************

"Ugh, Hugh... Sir... No... We can't find her".

"Bring thermal vision devices, if she doesn't show up, all of you will die here."

The firm and almost devilish gaze of her plus the unbearable aura of her, shook those present. They all gulped and almost wanted to yell at Ximena begging for her to show up.

The most annoying of all was Lucas, she was an excellent woman, how the hell had that happened?

He bit his lip furiously as he remembered her pleading gaze and gaunt face.

There was no longer a trace of the beautiful smile that he once gave her, nor of the warmth and love that overflowed his gaze.

Now he only saw fear, despair and pain. If it had been any other woman, he would have dumped her instantly, he wouldn't bother with her and even he himself would have dumped her long before.

However, unlike others with looks without a single hint of emotion. Full of moans and fake compliments.

She gave him everything without conditions and he noticed it. Due to her upbringing and the amount of time she spent alone, she was completely useless at expressing love.

But he always gave it all to him with full hands. He loved seeing her smile, feeling her love and concern from her, touching her, kissing her, he saw her as a fragile and beautiful being who came to ease her endless pain, despair and loneliness.

But he did not know at what moment everything fell apart.

She knew that this desperate obsession would only break her more. But he was completely willing to hold on to her even if he broke in her hands.

She was his, body and soul she was his. No one, no matter who it was, would take her from her, and she, she could never get rid of him no matter what.

"Bring your big brother here, if he's not here in two hours." He too will die...

Ximena choked full of rage and impotence. She clenched her fists and teeth as she silently rose to her feet and came out of hiding from her.

She had no doubt that he did it because he was furious, and her family had no bills to pay to that huge snake she had wrapped herself in.

Seeing her, Lucas nodded satisfied, he was about to go over to check that she was okay, however, before he could touch her shoulder, she raised her gaze that had been fixed on the ground and looked at him with immeasurable hatred.

He didn't articulate a word, but the meaning was there.

His heart squeezed, he seemed to even feel how he was bleeding, but he endured it, she was still there, he could see her and feel her presence, it was the only thing he needed.

If she wasn't...

He would surely go crazy.

How can one return to bitterness when sweetness has been tasted?

It was already impossible.

She got into the car indifferent and without looking at anyone and immediately closed the door without paying attention to Lucas who was about to get in.

The surrounding men jumped and almost screamed like maidens expecting a near bloodbath.

But contrary to that.

He signaled to the driver to take her away. While he was looking at the car, Lucas watched as he walked away somewhat dejected, although he did not express it openly, he felt abandoned.

There was no love or respect anymore. The only ace she counted on was fear and now, it seemed that she was fading too.

He was sure that now it was just a matter of who would hold out the longest.

Although he told her that it was an order that he had taken impulsively and without knowing that it was his brother.

Would you believe it...?

Hehehe, of course not.

Again, as he watched the car drive away, that persistent fear full of restlessness and discontent did not leave him alone.

"Let's go."

He said as he got into the other car and in silence saw the other already quite far away.

"What are you waiting for? Do you want to miss again? speed up!"

The driver nodded and accelerated instantly, after several dangerous and fast maneuvers, he was right behind the car that Ximena was in.

After seeing him in the mirror, Ximena simply watched without emotion.

"If you were in the same situation... What would you do?"

The driver closed his eyes for a moment, almost asking the gods what he had done so badly to fall into that situation.

If he said something wrong and she did something, he would be dead, and if he said something rude, she would be very hurt.

He sighed deeply and squeezed the wheel for a moment.

He had already finished paying his debts, his mother and sister would not know if he died, and they would not spend on a funeral or anything like that. So, she just spoke sincerely.

"It's not right what's happening to you, it's not right to cling to someone or something like that."

The man has a big problem, however...

Ximena, who had seen him surprised for a few seconds, smiled, it was normal for him not to be able to speak, how did he think of forcing the poor man to criticize him?

He shook his head and with a sad smile he apologized.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken without thinking." Do not mortify yourself, you do not have to speak well or ill of anyone.

"It is just that..."

He sighed deeply and looked out the window.

"Forget it... just drive."

Upon arriving at the house, Ximena got out of the car long before the driver and walked to the house.

Lucas also got out and followed her in silence, she was so exhausted that she walked to the stairs without even looking anywhere.

Just when he was halfway through, Lucas's cold and commanding voice was heard.

"I want you to make dinner today."

She stopped and looked directly at him as if she expected him to be joking.

"The jerk can't see what time it is. Two in the morning? Three?"

Lucas, who could almost read his thoughts, wondered for a second if he had called him an idiot or stupid, but he knew that if he asked, there would be no answer.

He simply walked towards the kitchen and did not wait for Ximena's response. She smiled a little tired and went down reluctantly.

He went into the kitchen, turned on the fire, and just made scrambled eggs with a horrible amount of salt.

He tossed it onto a plate and placed it tactlessly on the table.

Lucas who had sat quietly at the table from the start could even see the nasty pellets with his naked eye.

Ximena simply crossed her arms and waited patiently for her next move.

Previously, she had prepared his meals with great care and waited expectantly for him to try and give his nervous point of view.

He went out of his way to investigate his tastes and find new recipes so that he would not get bored or not like it.

However, now...

He raised the spoon as usual and began to eat. From the first taste, the terrible salty taste almost burned his tongue. But even so, she ate absolutely everything.

Ximena worried for a second about the large amount of salt, it would be terribly harmful to her health.

However, precisely a second later she wanted to hit herself on the head until it was unceremoniously stupid.

And what if he died? If she got sick or if she fell out of favor? Wasn't it the best for her? How frustrating was habit and that disgusting and terrifying thing called love.

Lucas drank a full glass of water, stood up and took the dishes to the sink and washed them in silence.