You will always be my love by Melephants Creativo

Author: Merelyn Medina B.

Index Auto - Biography ........................................................................ 4 Foreword ................................................................................... 7 Dedication ................................................................................. 7 Gratitude .................................................................................. 8 Chapter I. ................................................................................. 9 Episode II. .............................................................................. 14 Chapter III. ............................................................................. 19 Chapter IV. ............................................................................ 25 Chapter V. ............................................................................. 31 Chapter VI. ............................................................................ 36 Chapter VII. ........................................................................... 41

Chapter VIII. ......................................................................... 46 Chapter IX. ............................................................................ 51 Chapter X............................................................................... 56

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Auto - Biography Merelyn Medina B. Born on November 28, 1999 in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic. Daughter of Mr. Basilio Medina Medina and Merlin Dla Rosa. He has 2 brothers; Jennifer Medina B. and Basilio Oliver Medina B. She started her first studies at the 12 Club Games school and she is currently studying at the Lyceum Manuel Aurelio Tavarez Justo where she studies the 4th year ..

Auto - Biography MarĂa de la Rosa R. was born in San Juan de la Maguana, on October 13, 1997, the daughter of Mr. Corcino de la Rosa and Mrs. Mireya Rosario family, she had three brothers and her first studies in Santo Domingo in the Basic school Emilio rodrĂguez demorizis and currently studies at the lyceum Manuel Aurelio Tavares fair manolo ...

Auto - Biography Jessica Acevedo M. was born on August 17, 1999 in Santo Domingo, daughter of Sr. Elisa Acevedo has a sister and carried out her primary studies in the basic school molacoo and is practicing her high school in the lyceum Manuel Aurelio Tavares fair manolo.. .

Foreword The best and most beautiful of this world can not be seen or touched, but it can be felt with the heart. The heart is the one that often guides us to do one or another thing. Thanks to my life I have always tried to lead the way that my heart guided me and, although it has not been easy, over the years I think I have managed to be where I wanted to do what I wanted in each moment.

Dedication For you â&#x20AC;Ś You changed the story of my life

Gratitude I dedicate this book to my family. To my friends who have supported me and all those who helped me, editors, printers and my teachers; To all of them I dedicate this book with affection and a very big thank you.

Chapter I. Breeze: "Breathe," he says. Look at me and breathe. I watch and deny it. It is difficult for me to breathe because of the pain. I make several grins and loose several complaints. "I can not, Gaston. It hurts a lot. " I can tell that my boyfriend accelerates the speed of the car. "Love ..." I say, grimacing again. Do not accelerate so much. We could have an accident. "I look at him again. I know he's trying to stay calm, but for his bad luck he's not doing it, because I can see that he's shaking and his breathing is accelerating. Although, her nervousness does not compare with mine, since the one that will give birth to a baby for the first time will be me. -Gaston, seriously. Do not accelerate so much or we could crash! I give up a small cry. The contractions are even stronger as the seconds pass. One of his hands holds on my left leg. I caress his hand, as I feel the trembling of his body. I can feel the drops of tears and sweat trickling down my face.

-We are almost there. Everything will be fine, do not worry - try to reassure me. His voice trembles a lot, which shows his alteration. He's scared, it's obvious. I take large puffs of air. I close my eyes and squeeze Gaston's hand hard. In the checks I had with my gynecologist, I had been told that the contractions I felt would be too strong, but I did not imagine they were so painful. "Staff, it hurts," I complain. "We're almost there." She watches me and looks back. Hold on a little more. He looks more scared than I am. It was to be expected, but I want you to calm down. We are in the car and that he is so nervous and desperate is dangerous for all three. I open the car window quickly. The closure of the car begins to stifle me. I take and release air repeatedly. I close my eyes and continue stroking my tummy. I scream again as I feel another damn contraction. Of all the ones I have felt, this one has been the most painful. -Shit...

I open my eyes and turn my head to see Gaston. I must be frightening him with my screams, but he also knew that sooner or later this would happen. Park the car and get out of it quickly. I watch him go around the car and open the door on the side of the copilot to help me down. It hurts. It hurts when I move. The good thing is that my boyfriend has been able to help me out of the vehicle. We walk to the entrance of the hospital and several nurses come immediately to help me. It is evident that I am about to give birth. Stefania: - You think he's okay? I look at Isaac as I try to reassure Kendall. - Your sister? Yes, but obviously she must be in pain. I kiss my cheek. "And how do you think Gaston is?" "He may be frightened and upset as you were the day your daughter was born." He looks at me and smiles. "And you're not nervous about Brisa?" He asks. -Of course. She's my best friend, but I know she'll be fine. I kiss Kendall again. And you are? 11

Nod "Of course, she's my sister," she says. After several minutes of travel, my boyfriend parks the car in the hospital parking lot. We hurried to the entrance and headed to the floor where my friend will have the baby. We walked down the hall and sat on the chairs in the waiting room. - How long do you think the delivery will last? "I do not know," I say. It depends. Not all births are the same. Some take longer and others take less. I feel my cell vibrate in my front pocket of my pants. "Here," Kendall said to his father. Isaac kisses our baby's cheek and I can not help but smile as my daughter smiles. It is so beautiful. I take my phone. It's a private number, which makes you hesitate a few seconds to answer. I decide to slide my finger down the red button. When I was about to save my cell phone, it rings again. I slide my thumb back on the red button. I remember my best friend called her from a private number, so I should not answer the call. He may be paranoid, since the 12

members of "D.M" will not bother us again, given that two of them are behind bars and one of them is dead It rings again for the third time. I roll my eyes and decide to turn off the phone. Whoever is calling me, is getting heavy or heavy. I keep my cell phone. - Why did not you answer? "Because it was a private number," I say. It reminds me of what happened to your sister. You know ... the threats and that. Nod Breeze: -Let's go, love. I know you can - my boyfriend encourages me. I take all the air I can and I push. This is really difficult. Much more difficult than I imagined it would be. I release several complaints and small cries, while I press hard on Gaston's hand. I paused for a few seconds to observe him, seconds in which I noticed that he was becoming more nervous and frightened. He's not the only one, since now I think I'm worse than him. Vuelv

Episode II. Stefanie: I look at the front, enjoying the incredible breeze that goes into the car, thanks to the car window is open. Since we left Los Angeles a few hours ago, I have not stopped thinking. I have not stopped imagining. I have not stopped scaring myself. I want and I need to know who the fuck was the person who sent me that message yesterday. My mind keeps turning the situation around, because ... what if the nightmare is not over? What if D.M is back? But, this does not make sense. Debby and Tyler are in jail. And Matt died.2 I believe in the small possibility that this is a joke, compared to before. After everything that happened last year, it was obvious that people were going to find out what happened thanks to the television, so it makes me think that; Maybe someone is joking. But who would joke about something like this? In the message they sent, they warned me that I should answer the next time they called. And they also told me that my daughter looked like her real father and me.

The hope that the calls and that message are a joke, fade away, since no one knows that Kendall is not Isaac's daughter, except for the people with whom I have much confidence I do not know what to do. I do not know if I should let him be on the subject or if he should do something. I've been striking the fingers of my left hand for at least an hour against my leg, an act I always do when I'm nervous. No matter how hard I try to stop thinking, I can not. My mind gnaws at that message. I suppose I should tell Isaac. I should not hide something like this, however much it may be a joke or whatever. Just as she was about to open her mouth to start talking, Kendall begins to cry. I let out a sigh. I turn and stretch my arms to take her from the back seat. I try to reassure her with her blue blanket, since my baby loves that little blanket. The good thing is that it is not so difficult to make her sleep. I turn my head to see my boyfriend and start talking, but again I'm interrupted, only this time it's on my phone. I curse myself. The sound of the cell phone just woke my daughter when she was almost asleep.

I let out another sigh. I take the phone from my jeans, while I try to calm Kendall. I look at the cell phone screen and feel a little pain in my stomach. My heartbeat accelerates Private number. I stare at the screen for a few seconds, doubting whether I should answer or not. "Are not you going to attend?" I look at Isaac, who looks at me with an arched eyebrow. "No ... I mean, yes." Yes, I'm nervous. I slide my finger on the green button and carry the cell phone to my ear. -Hello? -l try to make my voice sound steady, but I do not get it. -... -There's no answer. -Hello? I speak again. -... -Nothing. Again I get no response. Only silence. -Who you are? I dare to ask when I hear the breath of a person on the other side of the line. My heart starts to accelerate. 16

Am I listening well? This can not be a joke. It's his voice. It's my voice. It is our voice. I mean Matthew and me. It must be a video, surely. I hear laughter that is unmistakable. It's Matt's laugh. And so are mine. I'm sure, seriously. From what I'm hearing, I can say that we both look happy. It must be some video we've done with my ex. But the scary part is that ... I've erased all the footage we were in together, since after discovering that he was part of a group of psychopaths, I did not want to have any recollection that I had been with that damn crazy. How did they get our videos, if I deleted them? And I completely doubt that this madman with whom I was, has kept some memory of us, given that our relationship was a complete lie. You may not be 100% certain that they are filming, but what else can it be? -Who are you and what do you want? I feel Isaac's gaze on me. -... -Once again I get no response from her, just the sound of her breathing. The voice of Matt pronouncing my name, causes my 17

heart to accelerate even more, but what slows down, is to hear my voice pronouncing the name of my ex. Now I can be sure that the voices I hear come from a film. For a moment I thought it was Matt, but clearly it has no logic, since he is not alive. "Stef, who is it?" I do not know my boyfriend. "Whoever you are, do not dial my number again." I pick up the call quickly. I turn my head to look at Isaac. It's time to tell him. (...) Breeze: The days have gone by too fast. Not long ago we just got to our new apartment. The bad thing about the move is that you have to unpack many things and it is a bit tiring. The apartment is furnished, so it has cost a lot of money, but it is worth it. It's a pretty place and

Chapter III. Breeze: "I told you to stay still or I'll shoot you!" I can not see anything at all. Everything is dark, but I can see that there is someone with me. I do not know where I am or with whom. My hands are tied, my body is sore and I am dead cold. I do not know what's going on. I'm scared. I can hear my heartbeat, as if I had a speaker at my side. What's going on? "I told you to keep still!" They yell at me. His voice is very far away. I know it's a woman's voice, though I'm not sure who it is. I'm very confused. -Who you are?! Where I am?! I ask, but I do not get any answer. Only silence. Where the hell am I ?! I ask again, but it has been useless, since for the second time my question has been ignored. I begin to move uncomfortably. I'm desperate. -What part do not you understand when someone tells you to "stay still"? 19

I hear the creaking of a ladder. Whoever it is, is coming down the stairs and something in me, I feel that nothing good will happen. Fear eats me. I want to know right now, where the fuck am I. Where is Gaston and Emma? Who is that woman? What happened? I do not remember how I got here. Agh. My heartbeat accelerates when I hear the safety of a pistol. I stop moving at once to hear that sound. Not because I want to stop moving, but because my body has been stunned and perplexed. The lights light up at once, letting me see Debora's face in front of me. -You have missed me? Shit. Shit. Shit! He's pointing a gun at me. He gives me a smile that ultimately scares anyone. He turns around, bringing both of his arms to his back. My attention is focused on the damn revolver he carries in his right hand, but I immediately pay attention to my surroundings. It's the same house I've been in that time that kidnapped me. How come I got here and why I do not remember anything?

-You see it? He says. That's where you killed Matt. You remember that, right? Do not you feel bad for killing him? "It was self-defense. "But you killed him." You killed your dear friend, "he says. "He was a damn fake and a traitor. "And if he was a traitor, did he give you the right to have thrown him off the stairs?" I remain silent for a few seconds. "It was self-defense. "Whether in self-defense or not, do not you feel bad for taking someone's life?" Someone who had been a very important person to you. I remain silent for the second time. He smirks at me. "Poor Matthew. Dont you think? He was a young boy, and you took his life. "You took his life when you got him into your psychopathic games," I say. "You're wrong," she says. He was the one who agreed to enter into this. With Tyler we never force you to anything. It was his decision, "he says. Anyway ... Do you know why you're here? I 21

pay attention to the redhead again. I asked you something, "she says, not getting any response from me. "No," I say. Because I am here? My voice is a little shaky. "Look at your right side. I pay attention to him and turn my head in awe. It's Gaston. He is tied to my side. How come I have not noticed before? "I'm not carrying a gun to shoot you," he says, frowning. But to kill him. I look at him. My heartbeat accelerates much more. How can my heart beat so fast? Instead of killing you, I'll kill him. That is the best revenge. I look at my boyfriend. "I love you," he tells me, and tears flow from my eyes to give rise to new drops. "No," I begin to shake my head. I look at the loca. You can not do this! -shouted him. "It's already done," he says. Point to Gaston. -Do not! Please, Debby! Do not do it! I can not breathe. I do not stop trembling with fear and cold. Press the trigger. -Do not! -Hey hey. Breeze. Wake up. Calm down.

I feel that someone surrounds me with his arms. -Do not! -Breeze. Awake. Wake up - I pat my head and kiss her. I open my eyes. My heart continues to throb a thousand. I'm shaking. My eyes are crystallized and in my throat there is a great knot that I do not think to be able to unleash for a good while. I look at Gaston and sigh really relieved. It's been a nightmare. I hug him effusively. I can not help shedding some tears. "You're fine," I whisper. I give him a kiss on his neck and lay my head on his shoulder. He continues stroking my head with one of his hands and with the other, my back. You're okay, I say again. "Of course I'm fine," he says. What did you dream? -asks me. "She ... she would shoot you." "Just remembering that nightmare my skin bristles. -Who? -Question. -Debora. 23

Kiss my head. Sighs. "It's only been a nightmare." I'm fine, babe. I remain silent as I cherish every second in which we remain embraced. I love you. I love him so much that I'm scared to love him so much. Luckily it had all been a bad dream and

Chapter IV. Breeze: -Did you like it? Gaston asks me. "I loved it," I say. I kiss her lips. "We should do it more often." "Yes," he smiled. Really the movies have been very good. Tell me why we did not do a movie marathon before? I leave the room to see Emma. I go into her room and watch her sleep. I appreciate that he is sleeping and not crying as he does every so often. He stroked her cheek gently so as not to wake her. The perfume of her father floods our daughter's room, which makes me realize that she has just entered the room. "She's beautiful," she says and nods. "It is," I say. After watching for a few minutes, we both headed toward the room. I sit on Gaston's lap. "We're going to miss you," I say as I begin to kiss her neck.

"And I'll miss you both." He kisses my neck. I will miss my princesses. But the days go by fast. The good side is that it will only be three days, and then I'll be back with both. But ... you still have time to change your mind and come with me. "It's not that I do not want it, Gaston, but as I told you before ... I do not think it a good idea to have to go on a plane with Emma. It would be very annoying for the passengers to hear as he cries every few minutes. And in case you do not remember ... I hate planes, "I say. "Well, but you know, if you change your mind, it would be great. My boyfriend's cell phone starts vibrating on the coffee table. The photo of Tiffany's fox appears on the screen. And now what does this one want? I get up from his legs to go to the kitchen. I do not want to be present while he talks to her. I do not understand why it is that she calls him so much. No, wait ... I know. It happens that she intends to take my boyfriend to bed. Well, I can not say exactly, but I know she does not just want to be friends with my baby's father. I always get so jealous every time she calls or every time he tells me some things about Tiffany. I try to hide my hysteria in front of Gaston. I do not want to show you my jealousy. 26

I know the one who has made the decision not to go with him to the trip, I have been, but I do not stop thinking that my boyfriend will spend much more time with that. Just thinking about it, my jealousy increases. Although, I should not feel this way. I trust Gaston, but I do not trust him a little bit in that bitch. I pour myself a glass of fresh water. I carry the piece of glass to my lips as I listen to my boyfriend's footsteps. When I see him, the question escapes my lips. I did not want to tell her that way. Just left and now. "And now what did she want that?" His eyebrows are wrinkled and I curse mentally for not being able to control me. -That? "Tiffany," I corrected. "And you're already jealous." She nods. "No," I deny. "Do not lie to me, it's more than obvious, Brisa.

"And if I'm jealous, what?" -I tell him. I do not know why I'm expressing my damn jealousy. You should know that I do not like me at all. -Why? "I do not know ... Maybe ... because he has intentions with you." "Intentions with me?" Are you listening? I raise my eyebrows. Tiffany's just a friend. "Well, your little friend, I do not like me at all." She rolls her eyes. What did he want? I cross my arms. "He called me by accident." I release a small laugh without a hint of grace. "Only you believe that lie-I pass by his side, but he takes my arm to stop me. -Is seriously? She looks me straight in the eye. Is this a scene of jealousy? "Do you really think he called you without wanting to?" I raise my eyebrows, and I take his hand off my arm. But obviously, with affection. I'm not angry enough to get out of her grip abruptly, I'm just annoyed because she defends her. He lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes. "He was wrong, and he called me by mistake." 28

"Why do you defend her?" I narrow my eyes. "I do not defend her. Your jealousy makes you think anything. You're wrong. He's human, he makes mistakes, "he says. Now I'm angry. I may be exaggerating. The truth is that sometimes I have slightly childish attitudes, but I do not care. He's defending her. You're defending that bitch. -As you say. I leave the kitchen. I do not need to turn around to know that he's following me. He takes me by the waist and turns me to look at him. -Are you mad? "Is not it obvious?" I can not help feeling bad. Jealousy may be playing against me. Maybe, yes, that was what happened. Maybe she's called him by accident. Besides, why do I get angry with him? What does he have to do? Nothing. Now I feel worse for grabbing Gaston. She shrugs and pulls my body close to hers. "Come on, love ... Do not get mad, okay? Tomorrow I will go and I do not want to leave when you are angry. 29

I keep both eyebrows furrowed. I finish with a sigh. It does not make me angry with him. I lean my forehead against his chest and apologize for my misbehavior. (...) The next morning, I watch Gast Traductor de Google para empresas:Google Translator ToolkitTraductor de sitios webGlobal Market Finder.

Chapter V. Breeze: Gaston left a couple of hours ago. Boredom has hit me. When I'm with my boyfriend I'm not bored, but now that he's not, I have no idea what I can entertain myself with. On TV there is nothing interesting. I do not feel like listening to music I tried to read a little, but I could not concentrate. There are no movies that catch my eye. I have nothing to do and that makes me sick. I decide to look for my laptop to see some other chapters of Teen Wolf, my favorite series. I have seen all the chapters many times, but it is incredible how I continue to call my attention every event of the series. And that I do not usually see chapters of series that I've seen because to see them I'm bored, but this series is the exception. After finishing three chapters in a row, I decide to pick up the phone to see the time. 10.15 am. I've been up since very early, since Gaston had to go to the airport to catch the plane. I should have gone to sleep, even for a little while, but I was no longer sleepy. 31

I walk around the apartment, thinking of something to do, but I can not think of anything. I miss him. I dial Stefania's number. I suppose he must now be in his office, in the company of my family. She has started working there a few days ago. I skipped the voicemail. I guess you should have your cell phone turned off. I let out a sigh and leaned back on the couch. "What I can do? What I can do? What can I do? "I ask myself over and over again. In the department there is nothing interesting that can entertain me, so I decide to go to the company. There will be Stef and my brother. Sure there is more fun than being locked in the apartment without knowing what to do. I change my clothes and prepare Emma's purse, which contains things I might need while away from home. I keep my cell phone in my pocket and walk to my daughter's room to take her in my arms, careful not to wake her. I leave the apartment and lock the door. I take the elevator, and wait for it to reach the ground floor. Being out of the building, I thank you mentally for quickly finding a taxi that takes me to the company. 32

I should already have my own car and driver's license. On the journey to the company, Emma has not stopped crying. For a moment I thought that the taxi driver would park the car and make me go down because I could not stand Em's crying. But to my surprise, he has not. When nothing was missing to reach the building that belongs to my family, I was able to make my baby sleep. I pay the driver and under the car. I hurry my way to the entrance, since it is quite cool and I do not want my daughter to get sick. I had not been in the company for some time. Everything is quite changed. It is wider and more beautiful. The receptionist recognizes me instantly. I ask about my best friend and she tells me that at this moment she is in an important meeting with my parents, my brother and some businessmen with whom they try to negotiate. I decide to go to Stef's office to wait for her. I think I waited like at least a half hour. The good side is that I entertained myself by watching my daughter smile. It is so beautiful. I love his eyes. They resemble those of his father. I love.

I take the cell phone and send a message to Gaston. I miss you. I send it and put the phone in my pocket. After a few minutes, I hear the door open. I turn around and meet Stef. "At last," I say. I've been waiting for you for almost an hour. "I stand up to say hello. "I was at a meeting," he explains. What are you doing here? He kisses Emma's cheek. "I'll explain later." Now, please, could you have it? I'm peeing. He gives a little laugh and grabs his niece carefully. "You did not have to tell me that. I also laugh. -I'm coming. I leave the office to go to the bathroom. I feel a perfume that is too familiar. It's a delicious scent. -Breeze? -I hear what they call me. I turn and raise my eyebrows as I meet Liam. "But how handsome he is," I think. 34

I do not understand how it was that I did not recognize him at once to hear his voice. The perfume I noticed when I left Stef's office is his. It's that perfume I always used when we were together. I smile the same way he does to me. I approach my ex boyfriend to hug him. I had not seen him in months. He surrounds me with his big arms. Now I can still appreciate the scent of his intoxicating scent. We separate and I do not hesitate to observe him from head to toe. Looks good. He is now much more muscular than he used to be. His eyes are clearer than he remembered. As I have thought before ... he is very handsome. -How are you? I ask as I keep a smile on my face. -Well, I'm fine. And you? How have you been? "My anatomy runs with your eyes. "Good," I said. Very good. You look good. "I say the same about you," he says, and I stare at his smile. I have heard that

Chapter VI. Breeze: My best friend has offered to take me to the apartment, but I have refused. I do not want to waste her time, she has too many things to do in the company. I leave the building to go in search of a taxi. Apparently, I'm not having the same fate as before, since no taxi driver stops. I feel my cell vibrate in my jean jacket. I should attend, but I do not think it's a good idea, since I'm on the street and with Emma in my arms. In seconds, the phone stops vibrating, but it rings again instantly. I continue with the decision not to answer, so I let it continue to ring. I try to concentrate on finding a taxi, but I can not. The damn cell phone does not stop vibrating. I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes. I take out my cell phone and take the call without even seeing who it is. -Hello? "So long, Brisa. "My heart quickens when I hear a robotic voice."

"Oh no." I remain silent for a few seconds, trying to assimilate what is happening. -Who you are? I dare to ask. He laughed. "Do you really think I'm going to answer that?" "To ask him that has been very stupid of me." Obviously he was not going to answer that. I'm just going to tell you that you and I know each other. A lot. Well ... I know you more than you know me. -What do you want? "I'm not going to tell you because you already know that. "No, I do not know what you want from me," I say. Will this never end? Leave me alone! I raise my voice, causing some people to look at me. "That's right, it's not in my plans." -What do you want? I ask again for the third time. Honestly, I do not know why I keep asking if I know perfectly well that he will not answer my questions. "I told you you already know," he repeats, and remains silent. Debating with myself whether I should cut or not, but I suppose if I do, it would complicate matters. I do not know who I'm

facing, and to tell you the truth, I do not want to find out either. I tell you something? -What? "You look pretty in that skirt." I start to get more and more frightened. My gaze goes to my skirt. He's watching me. Shit! He's watching me! "And with that jacket too." I look around, trying to find something suspicious. "Do not bother trying to find me because you can not do it. I begin to retreat, while I continue with the attempt to find something. I turn and hurry to walk to the entrance of the company. At least there I'll be safe. Or so I think. "Yes ... go hide in your company," he says and laughs. But you know something? "The robotic voice makes me shiver. No matter if you hide, I will always find a way to follow you without your realizing it. Remember something: I am watching you. To you and to Stef-I hang for when I'm inside the building. (...) I wait for Gaston to answer the call. I must tell you what happened in the morning. 38

It's already the seventh time I've called him and he has not answered any calls. You have not even seen the three hundred messages I sent you. I'm worried. I do not know anything about him, and I suppose he's already arrived in San Francisco a couple of hours ago. I'm surprised he did not answer and much more that he did not call me to let him know that he's arrived safely. The answering machine jumps again. I roll my eyes and decide not to dial his number. I'm angry. Why the fuck does not answer me? It's eleven o'clock last night, I should know something about him. And ... if something happened to him? No, I do not think so. If so, I would know. True? I walk towards the balcony to be able to look at the stars. I let the fresh air hit me in the face. I immerse myself in thoughts and doubts. In the morning, at the end, I had to ask Stef to take me to the apartment, since I did not want to go outside by myself. I commented on the call and we spent trying to understand about the situation during the entire journey home. We both understand nothing. We are really confused.

We both believe that Caitlin is the one who has been calling, but we are not 100 percent sure. I've been thinking about the possibility that it might be some other member of Debora's family, but I'm not 100 percent sure either. In today's morning call, whoever has dialed my number, told me that I looked pretty in the clothes I wore, which made me ask: And if the person who is harassing us is Male sex Could be... What I do not understand is ... Why are Stef molested now? The situation is becoming more and more confused. It makes me sick that everything is so complicated. I'm tired, because ... now I wake up again with fear. I do not know what can happen. I can not be sure. How did this person know our phone numbers? Actually, the question is: How did you get our numbers? "I'm watching you." His words reappear in my mind. I decide to go back inside. Who knows? He may be watching me at this very moment. Sun

Chapter VII. Breeze: I lie in bed, not knowing what to think. I feel a tremendous desire to cry, but the strange thing is that I have not shed any tears. I do not know what to do. In my head everything is really messy. I can not stop thinking about the photo I just saw. What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to do? I want to call him and demand an explanation, but obviously he will not answer my calls. Will he be avoiding me? Because ... that seems to do. And what if she's with her? No no. I refuse to think that my boyfriend is with Tiffany. Gaston would not do that to me. But the photo ... Agh! I do not know what to think. Whatever it is, I'm hurt. There may be a logical explanation for this, I do not know how that could be justified, but there may be. The strange thing is that he does not answer the messages and he does not answer my calls. Each time, I'm more angry with him. It makes me sick to know nothing about my boyfriend. I mean, how irresponsible of you. I should call to let me know that it's okay, which I know now because I saw a damn picture where he has that damn in his lap.

I can not resist it. I want to call him. I want to hear her voice, but I force myself to lie on the bed. I have already dialed his number many times and he is not able to slide his finger on the green button to speak to me. ÂŤDamn you, GastonÂť Seeing me in the bathroom mirror, I realize that now I am shedding tears. I wash my face and brush my teeth. I go back to the bedroom and put on comfortable clothes. I cover myself with the blankets and force myself to sleep so I can stop thinking about my boyfriend letting that slut sit on his legs. I jump on the bed when I hear my cell phone rings. I leave the room quickly to go to the kitchen and attend. I look at the screen. It's Gaston. At last you deign to call me. I slide my finger on the green button and carry the cell to my ear. "Are you an idiot or are you? I have called you many times in the day and you have not answered any. I have left you many messages and you have not even bothered to see them. What is it that weighs you down? "I walk from side to side while I talk to him in anger. I do not scream, but with my seriousness I make it clear that I am annoyed by his damn and childish attitude. 42

Does he want to become important, or what? I was very worried about you. You were supposed to call me as soon as you got off the plane, and I'm more than sure you've arrived in San Francisco several hours ago. " Are you going to tell me about ...? He interrupts me. "Smile, we need to talk. What? What do you want to talk about? I start to worry. Generally, when someone tells you we have to talk, it's never good. Although, what do I care about? I have not done anything wrong. Or if? -On? I feel on the couch. "I got a picture." -A picture? -Yes. I just sent it to you by whatsapp. I can not decipher the tone of his voice. He does not seem angry, but he does not sound happy, either. I observe what Gaston has just sent me. In the picture, I can see myself. I'm hugging someone. I can not see the face of the person I'm clinging to, since he's on his back, but I know perfectly well that it's Liam. In the photo, I can see one of the paintings in the company, so I realize that the photo was taken today in the morning. I do not need to think about who sent it because I know perfectly well that it is the person who has begun to harass me and to try to ruin my life.1 43

Whoever he is, he was telling the truth ... he is everywhere. I decide to omit what happened in the morning, since I first want to discuss the subject of the photo that has come to me no more than half an hour. I carry the phone to my ear. "What about the photo?" "What's wrong with the photo?" I want you to give me an explanation, Brisa. -Explanation? I frown. Why should I give you an explanation? I ask as I lie down on the couch. -Because if. You owe me one. What were you doing hugging Liam? -tells me. "How do you know it's Liam?" "Because I recognized him," I hear him sigh. Could you answer what I asked you? "Why, why should I give you an explanation?" The one who embraced him is nothing wrong, "I say. It's making me angry. "But what did you do by hugging him?" "I found it in the company," I say. I went to see Stef at work since I was bored and I found it there. Apparently, they were doing business with the Liam family company. Why do you put

yourself like that for a simple hug, Gaston? I have not kissed him or anything. It was just a hug. We had not seen each other in a long time. "But you would have liked it, would not you?" -Forgives? Are you asking me if I would have liked to kiss him? "He says nothing, but his silence is a clear answer to my question. I release a small laugh without a hint of grace. "Are you serious? He continues in silence. Wow ... it feels ugly to know that you think I wanted to kiss someone other than you. You have offended me, "I say. Who do you think I am? -. Now who will answer.

Chapter VIII. Breeze: Emma's crying wakes me up. I get out of bed. I drag my feet down the floor, while I rub my eyes, which burn me a lot. I bet they are red and swollen from crying. I know it has not been a very bad discussion I had with Gaston, but I've cried a lot of the scolding. The stupidity and naivety of my boyfriend annoy me. I try to calm my daughter for about half an hour. When I finally do, the tone of the cell phone wakes her up. I roll my eyes and go back to her bedroom to try to make her sleep for the second time in the night. I'm not going to answer the call. I'm sure it's Gaston. I'm still angry to talk to him. I'll call him later, but I do not feel like it now. I just woke up and I'm in a doggy mood, so if I talked to my boyfriend, I would surely increase my moodiness and I do not want that to happen. I walk through Emma's room, while I cradle in my arms trying to fall asleep again. I sing some lullabies to achieve my goal. I managed to sleep with more ease than before. I go to the kitchen to drink some water and take my cell phone. I have ten missed calls from Gaston. The last time he called me was a few minutes ago.

My suspicions were right. The call that awakened my daughter was from her father. I also have several messages from him, but I do not plan to see them now. (...) It's nine o'clock. I'm watching my boyfriend's interview. In what I interviewed him, I noticed him rather distracted and somewhat tired. Maybe that's because he was calling me most of the night. Possibly, he has not slept at all and now I feel guilty for it, but in part he deserved it for being an idiot. I clench my jaw to see how Tiffany touches my boyfriend. All the while they have been interviewed, she has not stopped touching Gaston's shoulder or arm. I mean ... for God's sake, bitch. Do not you realize that he already has a girlfriend and a daughter? Can not you find a boy who is single and has no children? In the remainder of the interview, I still notice the clear distraction and clear fatigue of my daughter's father. I get a message from you minutes after the program ends: How's Emma? I reply immediately:

All right. He just finished eating and now he's with me. It takes a few minutes to respond, but at least it does: All right. We need to talk. I read his message and I answer him a few minutes later: Yes. I have to tell you something, but now I'm going to see Stef at the company. I'll call you later, okay? I answer the seconds to receive my message: All right. I love you. I smile as I read the last two words. The anger may have passed, but I'm still upset. I keep my cell phone and prepare to go to the company. I rethink the idea of buying a car and getting my driver's license. I do not like having to take a taxi. Getting in a car with a stranger is not very safe, you never know what can happen. I get a message from Stef: It may take a while. Wait for me in the office, I have another meeting. All right. -I answer. I push the heavy glass door into the lobby of the building. I find a taxi quickly. Throughout the journey, I have felt really 48

uncomfortable inside the vehicle, even now. The driver does not stop looking at me through the rearview mirror. It's bothering me. I want to get to the company faster. I have the feeling that the journey is getting very long. I find again for the thousandth time the taxi driver watching me. It took me a few seconds to observe her eyes. I'm quite familiar. I decide to look away when I realize that I have looked enough already. When I finally arrive at the company, I pay the driver, earning him now observe me full body. His eyes become more and more familiar, but his face for nothing. Give me a smile. His smile also makes me known, but I do not know where. It will surely look like me. I hurry out of the car and walk towards the company. I greet the receptionist and head for my friend's office. "I'm glad to see you again." I turn around, and a smile soon forms in my face. Liam. He gives me one of those typical smiles of him. I hurry to walk towards him, and I greet him. "I'm glad to see you too," I say, and my ex-boyfriend plants a kiss on my cheek. -How are you? 49

-All right. And you? -All right. "We'll talk again for a few minutes, just like yesterday." I'm glad to see him twice in a row. Although, I hope the damn person who wants to screw my life, I do not photograph myself or anything. I wonder if Liam has received any threats or calls. My ex's cell phone rings. He takes it out of his pocket and I can see that the screen shows that it is a private number. He slides his finger over the red button. It occurs to me that I may be calling the person who harasses me, so I can ask if in the last days without

Chapter IX. Breeze: "What are you doing with Gaston's phone?" I hasten to ask, as I frown and keep my teeth clenched. "Well ... Hello to you too," he says and roll my eyes. Just listening to his sharp voice irritates me. "What are you doing with Gaston's phone?" I ask him. I asked you twice and I will not do a third one again, so answer me once. "Like your tone of voice, I do not like it very much." His voice is heard rather low. "And you think I'm interested in what you like or what not?" Are you going to answer what I asked you? I hear him laughing. -Hey, calm down a little, okay? Gaston is bathing, that is why I have attended. I open my eyes. "Excuse me, what did you say?"

"You heard me, do not expect me to repeat it." I roll my eyes. "How do you know he's taking a shower?" I'll spit it out. -Because we share a room.1 -What what? Do you share a room? -Yes. I hear him laugh again. What's up? Did not he tell you? "Well, it's more than clear you did not tell me," I say. How is that sharing room? I'm starting to get crazy. She is silent for a few seconds. "Let's do something ... I'll cut you and you'll call him later, okay?" Why we share room should tell you. "His voice is heard too low. When I'm about to speak, bitch interrupts me: "Hey, before I hang up, you want me to tell you something?" -What do you mean? "Your boyfriend has a very nice body." He laughs again. He has beautiful muscles and the scar he has in his stomach from the bullet they gave him that time, he is really sexy. -Sorry? Listen to me, bitch, it's clear to you that Gaston is mine and mine alone! He's my boyfriend, not yours! Understand!

-Oh yeah? "I bet he's smiling." I'm sure the situation is very amusing. " Well ... We'll see about that. -and hangs me up. I look at the cell phone screen and throw it against the sofa. "Stupid wretch!" "What?" I wish I could see you right now and rip off all your damn hair! I scream again. What the fuck is going on? Why did not Gaston tell me that he was sharing his hotel room with a fox? She may not have wanted to tell me because she knew I would go crazy knowing it, but she had to tell me about it anyway. I would have taken it better if he had been the one to tell me, not that bitch. (...) I'm sitting on the bed. My eyebrows have been frowning for a long time, as I look at the screen of my cell phone. This has not stopped ringing for at least an hour. I do not need to say who it is. I feel like answering, but I try not to listen to what I want. I will not answer, it is decided, I will not. Fuck off. -What? I reply. "I've been calling you for a while. Because you did not answer? "It sounds kind of annoying."

"Yes, I know you've been calling me for some time." And I did not answer because I did not want to talk to you. I did want to talk to him, but he did not answer for trying to make me the point. -But why? "Well, because I've heard something I did not like at all." "And can you tell what you've heard?" "How is it that you share a room with Tiffany?" "I'm hurt." I do not understand why you did not tell me about it. I should have done it, since if you have nothing to hide, why would not you have told me? Although, I will not draw conclusions, if I do I would be filling my head myself, and that would not be right. I must let him explain it to me. If there is any explanation. -What? He laughed. Where did you get that from? "What are you laughing at?" She told me so. I called you a while ago and she answered me because you were bathing. "How was Tiffany going to tell you that if she was not in my room?" Yes, I have been bathing for a while, but it is impossible for her to answer if she was not in the room. "Are you saying I'm making this up?" -I have not said that. "Do not you believe what I said?" 54

"I did not say that either, but love ..." "Why can not you tell him Tiffany or a bitch?" "He has not been here. And I have not received any calls from you. "Yes, you make it clear that you do not believe me." Check the call log, and you'll see I called you earlier. -I tell him. It hurts not to believe in me. I talked to a bitch and she told me things I did not want to hear. Gaston has denied me that he shares a room with that. I do not think he's lying to me, but I do not know whether to believe him. This is quite complicated. And confused. "Okay, I'll wait a few seconds to check your call log. When he speaks, his response surprises me: "I have no phone call from you. "What?" "I do not know where you got that, Brisa. "I told you she told me, Gaston." I know you said you do not have any calls from me that are registered, but I swear I've talked to her. He told me that you were bathing and that was why he had answered me. Trust me. And, if she has answered the call, taking advantage of my boyfriend

Chapter X. Breeze: I curse for the tenth-thousandth time, as I pick up the pieces of glass that are scattered on the floor. Someone threw a baseball at my apartment, causing one of the windows in the living room window to break into large, small pieces. On the ball was a black question mark, giving me to understand that it was thrown by the person who harassed me. It has good aim. An envelope came to me, minutes after I heard the sound of glass breaking. I have not opened it yet because I suppose I know who sent it to me. I have had to postpone the call I had with Gaston, and I have had to ignore telling him what has been going on while he was away, but only for a little while. I had to pick up the pieces of glass from the floor, I did not want to pick them up later, I do not know why. I'm weird. The good thing and what I am very happy is that tomorrow Gaston will come home. I feel very lonely and unprotected when he is not with me, and more with what is happening. I finish picking the last piece of glass and throw the pieces in the trash.

I can no longer feel safe in my own apartment. How come I can not be calm? Do you want to fuck me so badly? I'm tired of this, I've had more than enough the last time I received threats. I do not want to have to receive messages, or calls, or letters in which it is threatened. I just want to be at peace, to be able to live my quiet life without having to worry about this kind of thing. Is it too much to ask for? I decide to go out and get some air. I know it's almost seven thirty in the afternoon and it's a bit dangerous to get out at this hour with what's happening, but I need air. I need to get out. I need to walk for at least a few minutes and pretend to live a quiet and carefree life, I deserve at least that. I look at the ball they have thrown, which rests on the sofa. "Why would I throw a ball?" I shift my gaze to the black envelope. I want to open it and see what's inside. "Maybe it's a letter ... Or maybe another photo that makes me think wrong." I take the envelope in my hands and look at it. There is nothing written on the outside. I'm afraid to open it. When I am about to do so, I shake my head and leave the envelope on the coffee table. I'm looking for Emma and I'm leaving the apartment. If I had opened it, I would go for a walk thinking about the contents of that envelope. What is inside, should not be anything good, therefore, if I had opened it, my head would not stop thinking about it, and as I said before: 57

I want to pretend that I live a quiet and carefree life. During the ten minute walk through the park that is near the building in which I live, a dog has not stopped following me. I take a seat on one of the benches. The dog sits on the grass and watches me closely, as do I to him. "Why do you look at me so much?" Am I ugly or what? "Great, I'm asking a dog if I'm ugly." Talking to him seems to make him happy, his tail moving, which makes me smile. I caress his head and seem to make him even happier. I think it's Goldes Back Race.

To be continued.