My eyes threaten to jump out of orbits, so growing is my astonishment.
“How can you still be alive?” I question, strange how my voice sounds higher than usual. “And why the hell can this infernal night only get even worse?”A frantic activity begins on my back. Desperate passengers who unite to evaluate the dead policeman, security guards of the station itself who appear from the side doors as if all that time they were waiting for a triumphal entrance, and those who ignore the floor decorated with a generous trail of blood and untie in a blind race, in order to escape from any future confusion and encountering more bodies. I don't blame them, running away is exactly what I should have done.My survival policy has always been very clear: If something terrible is happening, and it's not my problem, I shouldn't get involved. My mistake was to hesitate for fear that this could further harm my sudden state of shock. The man wounded at my feet is partly to blame for this fact.Speaking of him, after a silence that does not last more than a heartbeat, he grumbles a long moan. That eye that used to watch me, is now closing with trembling eyelids.“Just help me get up, don't let them get close... I need... I can't draw attention.” Your voice is hoarse, loaded with vulnerability and pain. Even listening to him speak is too agonizing for me.Apparently, in addition to the severely injured face and the visible bloody wound at the height of his stomach, the blows are not limited to the upper parts of the subject's body. A large elevation in your left thigh is amazing enough to twist my bowels in a crescent nausea, and not even the tight fabric of the dark jeans can hide the way your right knee looks compacted to the floor, crushed under fabrics and flesh.The beating, as I allow myself to analyze, is part of a substitute package of humiliation to which this man had been subjected. Whatever problems he got into, I can't see in which world a punishment where each piece of his body is reduced to shrapnel can be accepted as a payment.Faced with such brutality, I am taken by a strong torrent of compassion. Even if my conduct follows a path contrary to the decisions I make, this time, I feel that the right thing is far from being to ignore and move forward. Therefore, I lower myself with caution and with the same care and attention, I take the hand of the unknown to my shoulder, positioning him better so that I can support him.When the man is standing and unstable like a newborn, I realize that my intention to support him by the armpit on my shoulder will not work properly. Perhaps its height reaches one meter and ninety-five - or the wide shoulders, which support strong and voluminous muscles, tensioned under the heavy clothes, serve as an illusion to complement their size - but, compared to mine one meter and sixty, and the franzine complicity with which I am graced, I have some difficulty controlling my own grimaces of pain.Disconcertingly cold and trembling, he drags one of his legs and balances himself in the one with a strange knee. The unknown inspires with difficulty and opens the healthy eye.“Help me get anywhere isolated... Far from... Away from people's attention.”A relative number of people have just gone down the steep iron staircase, their faces ranging from predictable concern to excessive curiosity. Following my gaze, the man seems restless, and leans on me so strongly that his fingers - more curved and inflexible than normal - painfully dig my shoulder.“Try not to break any of my bones too, comrade” I grumble, not knowing where I should put my hands to maintain your balance. I decide to touch your waist, where one of your arms is already bent with the hope of containing the blood that continues to flow vividly and thick. “I can't get you out of here without drawing attention.”He coughs hard, shaking himself completely, and attracts the attention of a couple of curious people. I try to move so that your weakness is not a cause for alert, however, your weight almost takes me to the ground as well. Tilting the trunk forward, spits the blood into my feet and grumbles something inaudible. I think I may have spoken in another language, but at this moment, I don't have full control of my intelligence to know where this growl comes from.“Just keep walking, beautiful girl. I make my own way when I'm out of here.” He murmurs, gluing his strong and brittle body to mine. I venture to say that there is a shadow of black humor in your words.And so, we take an oscillating path in the face of frightened and prudent looks. No one stops us, not even the police, whose car parked in front of the entrance to the station does not go unnoticed by the man next to me. I do not fail to notice the way your body shudders in a burst of doubt as we trace a path on the sidewalk illuminated by neon lights and sheltering some confused people. I ignore everything that has nothing to do with my path. The looks of others, however, burn on our back even after a corner away.The whistle of the winter wind whispers on my face, the touches as soft as the gentle caresses of a mother. Although refreshing, this does not ward off the fire on my tired legs and arms. My whole body throbs with pain."I can't take it anymore..." I complain softly, stumbling on my own feet. The man staggers and falls next to me, stalling on the ground like a rotten fruit. I try to feel sorry for your fall, but my muscles creak because of the effort and I don't allow myself to ignore pride. "You're too big, damn it!”Frustrated, I drag a lock of hair away from my face, and watch the stranger laugh with blood on his teeth and chin, as he crawls into a dark window that displays mannequin shadows wearing lingerie." Funny... "The unknown pulls the hair of brown locks with a lethargic movement of his hands, displaying in the moonlight each spine on his injured face. "You’re not the first woman to say that," he manages to throw a naughty smile.I bite my tongue, holding the urge to reply
"That wasn't quite what I expected for a Friday night," Penelope grumbles, snorting with the effort to sustain the weight of the unknown man among us."It serves as a consolation" I gave a grunt in response to the strong snap on my shoulders, where the man's arm rests itself "I would have preferred to suffer from a sad episode of the House of the Dragon in the company of a generous jar of ice cream than to try to save the life of a stranger.”Pulling the mild air into my lungs with a difficult swallow, I face the illuminated facade of the hospital, reminding me that there was no longer a cold breeze involving us when Penelope parked the car close to the curb of the Lingerie store to save us, ten minutes ago.The man passed out with his head hanging softly to the side, however, remained cold and inert. My friend helped me put it in her car, and I couldn't be more grateful for not hearing any complaints from her about all the blood that soaked the man and his clothes. During the trip, I
The receptionist looks away with a curious shyness and I lean over to completely see Penelope's face. Here is the purest face of my friend; the unwavering impulse to win the attention of those who conquer yours. Judging by the blush on the girl's cheeks behind the counter, I'm sure it's working.Penelope is not the kind of person who can describe herself as demanding. She lies with both men and women, having a greater preference for her own gender. All his art of conquest focuses on the depth of his black iris look and the beautiful smile he reserves only for those who draw his attention. In the middle of twenty-five years of age, she can already have a collection of hearts in need of her sympathy, and the list only increases."Subscribe here... "ask the receptionist with one hand over the visitor's book.Penelope doesn't look away from the girl until she gives me the pen and takes the patient form. I realize that instead of the real name, my friend used a pseudo and, without blinking
I sigh, studying the surroundings of the empty waiting room. There is no possibility that my bad night may arouse interest in my mother, and talking about the end of the marriage will only give you the chance for your curses and offenses to be released.So I play my role.“He... Hm... He's in the shower now, mom... Is it something urgent?”“Oh, no...” Her tone is still so hard that I doubt very much that she has been convinced. "I just wanted to talk to him without you having to pass on the conversation. Something between mother-in-law and son-in-law, do you understand, baby? He didn't answer me all day and seems to have turned off his cell phone now... Sometimes I find it so strange that you never allow us to talk directly to him, his cousins were here earlier and agreed with me. If I didn't know my own daughter, I would swear that this whole story is a farce. "She sighs with false discouragement. "You look so downcast, especially tonight, it worries me so much, dear.”Lie... What she
"Simple, isn't it?” I say, ironic. "How can I find a fiancé out of nowhere, Pen? The marriage happens in less than four weeks, and all my relatives already believe that there has never been any man. If only they believed that I am a lesbian and that I invented this situation for fear of prejudice. But, no! Even that they don't think I'm capable, and I hate that they think I'm not capable of something... I can't lie for a long time and telling the truth at this point in the championship will only make everything worse! "I catch my breath with a strong archesh. "I don't know what to do...”"You'll find a solution, my friend.”"I'm not going to” I cry, feeling more fragile than ever. "This time I have no way out. The more time passes, the worse things get. Maybe it's a punishment, you know? Things go wrong like that. It's a punishment for my cowardice.”"You're doing that thing again..." she points out, impassive. "Breathe deeply, Suzy. No one dies for being betrayed, and surely a forced
The receptionist is no longer alone, and does not mind giving a concrete answer to my questions. His words are always evasive and short, and this, in addition to all the secrecy regarding the non-mention to the unknown patient, annoys me. My breakfast is as improvised as my nap, since I fill myself with snacks and juices from the vending machine, deliberately avoiding having to move away from the surroundings of the reception to look for the snack bar.My frustration lasts for two more long and endless hours, and Penelope emerges from one of the long corridors illuminated by strong lights, fluttering her pink dress and honey-colored hair. Her bag hangs next to her waist, drawing the contour of the canteen inside, however, Penelope still looks quite sober with her soft steps. A discreet smile pulls the corners of her lips before she reaches me, wraps her arm around my shoulders, and pulls me to the exit."I was talking to my mother's ex-boyfriend and I found out some things about her G
"So, Suzane, after analyzing my report, do you still consider that the investment with Brazil can be advantageous for the company?”Biting the lid of my pen "a vicious mania that only hits me in moments of distress", I keep my gaze on the vastness of downtown Boston reflected in the windows of my office, and the attention on the voice of this one who sits on the other side of my very well organized desk."Not only do I consider it, but I'm sure. Benden had promising results with the Niobium tests. And, as you know, Brazil is the country with the greatest possession of this element.”"What about the tax incentives offered by Canada?”"Tell me, Blackmore... "I boost my rotating chair to face it, shadows of the twilight on my back oscillating by the movement. "Do you prefer to secure a contract with a 98% chance of success, or stay at the mercy of the group in Canada, knowing that the remaining 2% of chances can still fail? "I arch an eyebrow and watch him bow his head curiously. "Just r
Instead, I can focus on my arduous task of bringing enough technology to the world for the economy to prosper and more job opportunities to be opened up. Since I have completed my four graduations and guaranteed an important position in the first company that opened its doors to me, it has been a long way to get to where I am now. Many men were "and are still" obliged to recognize that being a woman does not disfavor me in what they consider themselves capable of.I have the money, the trust and the willingness of many investors who accept having a woman representing them, from the moment I bought my first shares and became President of the company. But there are still those who only see the southerner without an accent who arrived in the big city with fabulous dreams and conquered an enviable reality.At thirty-two years of age, I am one of the only women on the board of this company who has the power to employ and feed the dreams of those who do not enjoy an easy start.The second a