Chapter 4 The Night

• He couldn't say he'd slept through the night. My head kept replaying the entire conversation I had with Rebeca, and the things she said shocked and hurt me more than I could have imagined.
• I had always heard her say how much she hated me for being the daughter of the woman who caused her parents to separate, but I never imagined that she would have the courage to say so many cruel things to my face, to push me against the wall and hurt me with your nails like you did last night.
• I never felt good about this situation, however, it was not because I am the result of this confusion that it meant that I was to blame for this fact.
• When Elisabete became pregnant with Dominic, they were already married. Of course, for a hurt child to see his father rebuild his life with his mistress and still have a daughter, it must be something terrible, even because his mother went into depression because of what happened.
• I wouldn't fight my sister over money or any inheritance my father might have left me. I was satisfied with what I received during my life and would do my best to find a job and an apartment. I'm not afraid to roll up my sleeves and get on with life.
• I never cared about the money, but I wanted to at least bring with me some souvenir of my father, who always loved to give me gifts.
• That's why I brought with me the music box that had a little ballerina, who danced to the melody. Whenever she couldn't sleep, she would put the music on and close her eyes remembering the happy days we had.
• Now I was more than alone. There was no home or father or mother or anyone else that made me feel safe.
• When day dawned, I decided to leave the small apartment where Eva lived with her boyfriend early. I didn't want to disturb them, enough of the drama my life was being. Furthermore, this relationship with David was very uncertain, as one day they were together and the next they were not. That's why we went to the club, because she wanted to make her jealous, and it worked.
• I left the building not knowing what to do. I wasn't in the mood to go to college. I knew I would have to find a place to go, but I didn't know where to start.
• I was barely paying attention to the path when I turned the corner and found Anthony leaning against his motorcycle, wearing a black leather jacket with sunglasses.
• Instantly, my heart sped up. He always seemed to be where I needed him and worse, wearing stripped clothes the man really looked like a Greek god.
• He was paying attention to the phone in his hand, and seemed to know I was in front of him as he pocketed it and walked towards me.
• Even with the strange coincidences, I felt comfortable around him. After that scolding he gave me about the club, we didn't speak again.
• After the conversation with Becca, he didn't think Anthony would be interested in continuing to be a friend and protector. Even though they grew up together as cousins, in reality, he was Rebecca's cousin, as her father was her mother's brother.
• I never saw judgment in his eyes over what happened with Manuela Johnson, and I didn't know what he was doing just a few meters from Eva's apartment.
• How did you know I was here?
• I approached, feeling a little afraid, because I didn't know what would happen. Every step we took, I felt my face burn. It was impossible not to feel that way, like everything I did made me blush just to be in front of her.
• Anthy was as serious as ever, sizing me up from head to toe, just like he always did when we met. That was what made me redder. Knowing he was looking at my body, which wasn't a big deal, but my subconscious liked that attention.
• "What are you doing here, Anthy?" I asked. The mystery surrounding his apparitions drove me crazy. Of course it was obvious that I would go to my only friend in cases like this, but just the same, it disturbed me. "Rebeca spoke to you?"
• It was difficult to read him, yet I could see his emotions in his blue eyes. He was angry, maybe at me or the situation, but I could see the hatred in him. He was tall and strong, whenever we were near each other I felt like I would be swallowed up by his size.
• When I was born, he was already a teenager and he understood the whole situation about our family. I always thought he hated having me around, not only because of his aunt, but also because of my young age. He never wanted to bother anyone and I never made friends with other kids, however after his parents died in an accident Anthony came to live with us. He didn't spend that much time, he was already entering his adult phase and leaving for college, however, whenever he came back, he didn't mind my presence, he said he liked to watch me reading or chatting, although he thought it bothered him a little. little.
• He was for me the only person I trusted and had a true friendship. The older I got, the closer we got. The problem was that for some time now, my foolish mind fantasized about things that I considered wrong. We weren't blood related, but we were cousins, I grew up seeing him as a brother, why was I going crazy now and wanting him to touch me intimately? Hormones?
• "I haven't spoken to Rebeca, but Meredith called me, she was worried about you, I would say desperate." She spoke as she pulled me into a tight hug.
• As soon as I felt her warm body enveloping me, I lost track of time. His perfume intoxicated me and made my head forget about problems. Being so close I could feel his breath and a heat building inside of me. I believe that the youth in me was leaving my body without action or strength to resist the crush I had for my cousin.
• He was good at dismantling me, he knew exactly how to get me off my feet. My fear was that Anthony would realize the madness that was going on inside me. I would die of shame.
• Why would he look at a silly, dull teenager like me?
• As soon as I remembered that we were on the street, in front of several people, I pulled away abruptly. Not only because I was afraid they would find it strange, but because I didn't feel safe with my feelings and sensations.
• "I'm fine. I stayed with Eva." I spoke knowing he would ask a lot of questions. "I still don't know what to do, but I intend to find a place. I don't need Rebeca, I can support myself and I can find a job." I said trying to convince myself that I could really move on without having to worry about the witch. "I don't need her money."
• I was upset and would use this feature to forget what just happened to me.
• "You still have to tell me what she did and said, but now you come with me." He spoke authoritatively as always. "Get your things."
• He wasn't asking like an affectionate cousin, he was sending like the multinational owner Anthony who hated to be crossed and I could only look at him in astonishment.
• "Wait, where are we going?" I asked in surprise. "You don't have to worry about me, I can very well..." I said wanting to think of arguments strong enough for him not to answer me, however, knowing his bossy side, nothing I said would work and he looked at me seriously with his eyes clenched, as if giving me a silent scolding.
• "You will come with me." He said with a firmer intonation. "And I don't want any objections, Ellen."
• I was happy to have Anthony by my side, so I wouldn't feel alone, however, dealing with his strong personality was difficult, as he always made me accept everything he wanted.
• "All is well then." I whispered knowing I had lost.