7) Taylor is enough for me as a friend. He knows all the prostitutes in the neighborhood.

Matthew (this chapter's point of view belongs to Matthew)

He looks at me from head to toe with his eyes wide open, then immediately looks away,

while her cheeks take on a red hue.

She looks so tender right now, even though she is perhaps one of the most annoying women

that I have ever met in my life: she is brazen and does not think before she acts, she throws always a murderous look at everyone around her in stead of smiling to her friends as a normal human being does.

She pretends to be strong, but it doesn't take much to understand that she is not.

I raise an eyebrow when she doesn't respond to my taunts, but she turns her back and approaches the door without saying a word, while my father is about to stop her after giving me a dirty look.

I keep looking at her tiny shoulders hidden by a hateful sweatshirt, but I can't

do without moving my eyes further down, towards her lower back, and then assume

a frown when I notice the edges of the sweatshirt with holes.

I try not to laugh and move my eyes to my black nose pitbull, which seems to understand me and

shows off its pointed teeth.

As soon as I see her disappear from the door I return to my room under my own father complaints.

I throw myself on the double bed without changing, while I take the phone from the bedside table

in dark wood in my hand at the exact moment it vibrates, marking me notice the arrival of a new one

message:

Taylor:

* The party started an hour ago, asshole! The redhead got impatient. You'd better

move your ass before you miss the chance.*

I recently returned to Seattle and I hardly know anyone, but Taylor is enough for me

as a friend. He knows all the prostitutes in the neighborhood.

Just reading his words I feel a strong desire that forces me to stand up from my bad

again, as I moisten my lips with my tongue.

I approach the closet without even thinking twice, even though until five seconds ago I was sure

I wasn't going to one of my friend's stupid parties.

I love nightlife, or rather, I prefer nightlife to sleepless nights on a

matrimonial bad, while I stare at the ceiling and hold back the desire to break my mother new husband's face.

I lived with her for years, indulging her in her choices and hating my father for

having abandoned it as if I were a rag.

I got inspired by that woman and took care of her until that fucking

doctor has crossed the threshold of our house.

And I knew he was the same man with whom my mom cheated on dad years ago.

I understood that my father was right to divorce and that women are nothing else

than a reason to get drunk and a means to have fun.

I take a jacket in my hand, then go back to the living room and nod my head to Ian to

get up, even if he hasn't finished eating.

I pat my father on the shoulder, but I walk away from him without giving him an explanation.

I presented myself in front of his door suddenly, one day and after many

years, without notifying him of my visit, but he recognized me immediately, opening wide

the door as if expecting my visit.

We sat in that old chair while my dogs started to smell the feet of

my father.

He didn't ask me about his ex-wife and his first question was if I had a job.

On my 'no' he offered me his seat in the gym and if I refused at first, I am now the manager

of that place and I can't help but improve the relationship between me and my father.

I immediately thought about improving the gym to thank him that way, since

I am not able to do it looking him in the face.

Of all the requests I received by email, Ian Hardy's one seemed to me the most

convincing, especially being the same age as me.

I'm sure business will improve with an expert by my side, but it really

annoys me the way he stares at Charlie.

Not that I care about the women he wants to fuck, but I don't understand how could a man

be attracted by that woman.

He is reserved, but he is an interesting type, while she looks like a tomboy who is afraid

to be touched by a man.

I roll my eyes when I park two meters from Taylor's apartment:

that man is so rich that I wouldn't be surprised if he used banknotes instead of

toilet paper.

He organizes parties every night as if he had nothing else to do, but it still remains the

first who didn't feel threatened by me and that had the courage to speak to me.

I run a hand through my hair as I turn to Ian.

I hold back the instinct to ask him to get rid of those horrible sunglasses and just invite him to have fun, since I'm not going to spend the rest of the evening in his

company, having better things to do.

He nods at my words and gives me a toothy smile for the first time.

I squint as I leave him behind in search of a red hair and an inviting backside, but without taking his familiar smile out of my head.

I seem to have met him before, but I decide not to ask myself too many questions and free my

head by confused thoughts, so I steal a glass of whiskey from the hands of I don't know who as I approach Taylor, already noticing in the distance that he is completely drugged.

As soon as he meets my gaze, I notice his red, shiny eyes widen as he's about to speak, but I don't even greet him and grab the elbow of the redhead at his side.

She doesn't ask for an explanation as I drag her up the stairs with me, and I understand

immediately that she has the same intentions that I do.

I bring my head back to swallow all the contents of the glass at once, and then

drop it to the floor and close the door behind me.

Having sex for me is like breathing, it keeps me alive but I don't realize I'm doing it,

losing count of the groans that I make escape in a night.

And it is not true that I forget the face of the women who made me enjoy, indeed, in

my mind there is a list of names that I intend to stretch to convince myself that women have been created for no other purpose, if not to be commanded like the doll in front of

me.

I squeeze her between my body and carry her to hear a groan of pain come out of her mouth,

just a little taste of what awaits you.

***

' He takes her by the arm in front of my eyes, but without being aware of my

presence, and then stand behind her and lift her nightgown.

I widen my eyes, seeing for the first time my mother being touched by a man who is not

my dad.

I don't interrupt him and I see in her the woman my father was talking about, the dirty whore who had fragmented our family. '

I open my eyes staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night, pissed off like it's my first time I can't sleep.

The feelings of guilt towards my father afflict me along with the hatred that causes me

that damned woman who gave birth to me.

And I can't do a shit!

I can't fix a mistake that lasted years, in which I hated the wrong person ...

I bring the palm of my hand to my forehead, then run my fingers through my hair while the breathing of the woman that is sleeping by my side begins to annoy me to the point of suddenly getting up and

get out of bed.

Without looking back through the dark room I reach the door, tired, but

at the same time ready to face the long night awake.

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