Natalia looked at Javier leaning against the door frame, chest heaving with rage, telling herself over and over again, calm down, calm down, get his trust, get him to let his guard down is the best way….
She exhaled the breath she was holding in her chest and approached him, looking at Javier.
-Why handcuff me when you can trap me here?
Javier looked into her eyes and uttered three words:
-I’m glad.
Natalia was so angry she wanted to vomit blood, she took several deep breaths, finally threw him a blank stare, went back to her room, went to the closet, yanked open the door and saw that it was actually full of clothes, half of them women’s, placed next to hers….
She was a little surprised and halfway through, she saw the pajamas, the same ones he was wearing, gray, long sleeved, grabbed them and went into the bathroom.
When I came out, I saw Javier sitting against the bed, with the phone in his hand, sending a message to someone, the light of the phone reflecting on his thin glasses, his face looking friendly and not at all aggressive….
Without looking back, Javier gently brought his left hand to his side.
-Sleep here.
Natalia frowned and approached him, arms around his chest, looking at him condescendingly.
-Mr. Coronil, you know I’m not her, so why should I sleep with you?
Javier lowered his glasses and looked up.
-There’s only one bedroom with a bed, and I have no fetish for sleeping on the couch. I won’t stop you from sleeping on the couch if you want.
Then put the phone down and lie down.
Natalia grunted and turned to leave, slamming open the bedroom door.
She didn’t treat herself badly, so she grabbed the remote control and turned up the air conditioner in the living room, then lay down on the couch, closed her eyes and thought about how to get Javier to let his guard down, how to get back to her country after escaping, no passport or anything, and maybe tomorrow she could find the opportunity to borrow someone’s cell phone to call her father….
Natalia fell asleep and, in her dreams, she recalled many images from
Useless Natalia took in the homeless Javier in Mangzarent Nation, rented him an apartment, gave him money to live, flew to see him every few months, and every time she did, he changed a little, became taller, stronger, more confident, a little more mature….
The boy’s eyes were full of gratitude and the most he could say, was:
-Sister, I’ll pay you back.
Fuck you, I don’t want to dream like that…..
Natalia was about to struggle to open her eyes when she heard the master bedroom door open and was half asleep when she vaguely heard him approach her….
With her eyes closed, her other senses would be more sensitive, he squatted down in front of her and carefully took her right hand, a coolness on her wrist, it seemed to be his fingertips, gently running over the area where the skin had been scraped today because of those handcuffs, and instantly the wound was cool and comfortable….
He was applying ointment….
Natalia’s heart was moved for a moment, then it immediately occurred to him that he was distressed for the useless Natalia, whose body was this club….
The next moment, being lifted by him, Natalia’s heart fluttered, but she did not open her eyes, only to feel that the skinny boy of her dream was now so tall that he could lift her so easily, his chest so strong and broad, his arms so strong….
Softly lying on the bed, with the sheets over her, she felt Javier’s eyes settle on her face and, annoyed, she was about to turn over when she felt his breath come closer and closer….
She unconsciously held her breath….
A gentle touch on her forehead…
After a long moment, he took a step back and was heard to whisper
-Sister, I miss you so much…