10 Chapter#9 Reunion

When the elevator doors opened, I knew something that I was denying myself for these two months, the world hates me, it does not want to leave me alone. When I think that everything will work out for a few moments everything is olympically screwed up. I have to find where to spend the night and maybe the rest of the year until I have something more in my pockets than just the fluff that remains when you do laundry. To top off the action, I'm hungry, I feel like I can eat a cow and then go on with an elephant. I walk calmly with my hands in my pockets as always with a lost look without an apparent direction. Sometimes I think I'm only still alive because God wants me to, or just by chance, but I think this amounts to just a thousand demons. I think the most prudent thing would be to find something to eat and perhaps a safe place to sleep, at least until I can move in peace without having my senses dulled, because yes, now I can only think about my bad luck and I am sure that I could not react not even if they shot me between the eyebrows.

With a fairly long sigh (I think that if I keep sighing at this rate I will deflate) I raise my face and my eyes want to cry with happiness, I found a vending machine, with pure candy but at least I will be able to please my sweet tooth . I hurry my step and rummage through my pockets for a bill or coin, by divine grace, I found some coins that serve me. With that said and with some sweets and a bottle of water in hand, I officially declare myself bankrupt. I can't wait and start eating the sweets without even stopping to chew.

I sat down on a bench a few meters from the machine and I got ready to finish what I had in my hands along with several sips of water. I'm not quite sure what I should do now but I think I'll relax a bit, if Grandpa said something, it's that you can't think with a hot head. Maybe if I analyze the possibilities a bit I will find a temporary solution or something. Now that I think about it, even if I can find a place assuming there is one, I have nothing to pay for it, so that plan is ruled out.

Without much encouragement I get up from the bench and return my hands to my pockets as always, I think that the day I have to run in an emergency I will break my teeth for grace. Taking into account, things are a bit strange ... seriously, I still don't know how someone will like me, come on I am aware that I have a hell of a mood and that I am not very sociable or attractive, or at least that I have been led to believe. Also, it still seems very strange to me to have gotten the job and promotion for my notes from one trip, I think it was a great stroke of luck.

Even walking I get to a park that I never enter but always wanted to. It is really quite attractive and beautiful, it has big bushy trees and there is a lake with a weeping willow, I love those, despite looking sad and weeping they bring a lot of peace. Without thinking much about it I lie under the branches leaning my back on the trunk, it is incredibly comfortable. I look up and I can see an empty space between branch and branch that leaves a perfect view of the moon. I would like to be like her, so free and beautiful, it doesn't matter if she looks thin or if she's round, she makes everyone sigh.

I take my worn notebook in hand and with the pen I begin to draw it from my perspective. Those two beautiful branches carrying her like it's preventing her from falling. I adorned it with a bit of shadows and some details that give it a fantastic touch like some feathers falling as if they were going to land on your head. If something I hate is giving color to my drawings, many told me in high school, mainly my art and drawing teachers, that it reflected how cold and cruel my soul could be, others said that I felt alone and lifeless. Personally, I think the second best fit was, but that is not the case or the source of my problems at the moment.

I cannot prevent some tears from coming out of my eyes, they are completely empty, actually at the moment I have no reason to cry, my grandfather used to say that there are worse things for which we should cry but that from time to time we did it involuntarily because apparently we are worried about something but we still don't realize what. On second thought, talking about things for no reason, I still do not understand why those men were chasing me that day, I would swear by the only thing of value that I have left that I never saw them in my life, and I am sure that I owe nothing to anyone .

Also, assuming they knew me it must have been by photo since that day I changed my clothes and hair, although it was not such a dramatic change, at least they should have a reference to my face or the things that I normally wear, but not yet It suits me because I have only been living here for months and I have not gotten into any kind of problems. Nor have I received any kind of message or something like that, usually you get a letter or note that implies a threat, but ... shit! the call ... the cell phone ... the screams, the threat ....

In those moments, panic took my whole body, I could feel despair running through my veins. I have no idea why but that old man wants to fuck me. I'm sure he's him, only he he has the blood to do that, I'm really bad. I have to be careful until I am completely sure, although if it were the case, I do not understand why. Also, where do I get the money to hire thugs?

Leaving that aside now I must ensure my survival, I think it is time to swallow my pride and my bad form and ask for help, at the moment I have no choice ...

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Cliver House 9:28 PM

There was a calm atmosphere inside the house, everyone was collaborating with their respective tasks after dinner, Miriam was all smiling at her husband's adore. She washed the dishes perfectly while he dried them with a fine cloth. Between smiles they sang some melodies from when youth surrounded them, without much work they both held hands and began to dance the tune with complicit laughter and looks full of love. You could see at a glance that it was a happy marriage, one of those few that lasts for years. In this case, the appearance it reflected was what was really lived. Diana was finishing cleaning the table while she recorded them with her cell phone to add to her personal digital album. She loved saving these moments and dreamed of one day having a story like that of her grandparents. Saving the video in the corresponding folder, she makes a copy in the cloud and she goes to her room to finish the exam notes that she had in a few days.

She getting comfortable at the desk she began to write thus finishing her notes in no time. Despite her unruly and childish attitude at times, she had study time as a mantra every day, unlike most students not to say the whole of it, she liked to write notes and notes. of her in a notebook. Lately they were doing it on computers and telephones, but she liked the traditional, although it was quite contradictory since it depended a lot on the devices but at that time there was only her and her pen. Sometimes she would go through her head the ideas of being a writer, but she had already decided to be a teacher and that would not change anyone, but she did not think of leaving such an idea aside since she used it to relax in time free of it.

Although she did not pretend it much, like her Ingrid she shared the taste for reading so her appearance as a hollow girl with no notion of time or space was just a cover. She preferred to pretend to be any silly strawberry as many called her for the simple fact that she did not want anyone to expect anything from her, if she achieved something it was because she achieved it by her own wishes and not because everyone expected something in particular, so she only reserved his wishes to his grandparents and lately to Ingrid. She was comfortable with her because in a way they were the same. Her mind also haunted a lot for the desire to fall in love and get a relationship, she sincerely was scared of not achieving a beautiful story like that of her grandparents who had already been married for almost forty years. Her fear was falling in love with someone who did not understand her way of seeing her world. At her head came the image of the one she believed would be the best candidate. Since she saw him she couldn't take her eyes off hers, and she felt comfortable with him.

Her mind haunted nothing more and nothing less than Tom, since she exchanged words with him she couldn't get him out of her head; They had shared great talks since the day she stayed in her apartment with Ingrid. They were both passionate about the art of teaching minors and found that adorable. After that day their numbers were left and every so often they chatted or made video calls when she needed help in her practice.

At that precise moment, as if she were calling him with the thought, her phone rang with the Animals melody from Maroon Five. On the screen was the name "Tomasito" with a stunned emoji. She picked up the call and spoke as animatedly as she could, of course without being too obvious of her enthusiasm, since she was the one who did them most of the time.

"Hi ..." I grasp the pen nervously.

"By God Diana tell me Ingrid is with you." He spoke agitated with nerves.

—This, no, not at all, I haven't received a call from her since yesterday, in fact she promised me that she would call today because of the work mess but as I said before she hasn't. Something bad happened? Answer me! -This time she spoke alarmed.

—If it happened, and I'm upset because I'm calling her and she doesn't answer, it's busy and I'm worried. I really expected you to tell me she was there, for God's sake. -I heard the snort of frustration- I'll call you if I know something.

"Yes, of course, anyway, I'll call you if I know something."

At that moment in the background a very angry female voice could be heard. —Tomas Stell! Can you explain to me who the hell are you talking to? Do not tell me what is with that drag ...

"Diana, I'll call you goodbye later." He hangs up quickly.

Being completely dislocated by the other voice, still arguing, she wanted to cry, if it was that voice that appeared to be her hopes plummeted, but something in her head was activated and she focused on Ingrid, she was more important at those times. The moment she was going to dial her number, a call came in from the missing person. With a sigh suppressing anger she raises the question and answers.

"Can you explain to me you crazy damn deranged where the fuck are you?"

"Don't talk to me like that, I think they're scolding me."

"That's what I'm doing, scolding you because for some reason you're out there." Can you explain to me where the hell you are?

"I'm just below a bus stop, I'm alone, there's no one here by my side ... there won't be problems today, from me ..." she sang mockingly.

"Shut your mouth before I hit you over the phone."

-I would like to see that. -laugh.

"Send me the location of where you are, I'll go get you." she spoke putting on a coat.

"Okay, just don't be mad at me, okay?"

"Good, well, I'll try, I'll get you and you'll explain everything to me, okay?"

Sure enough, after telling her grandmother that she was going out to look for a friend, she sped down the stairs since she had no patience with the elevator. She looked at the address and luckily for her it was the stop that was one block from the building. She walked quickly and before reaching her destination, she bought a coffee and tea to treat the crazy woman who was waiting for her. As she walked she remembered again the voice that she was speaking to her crush at that moment and she couldn't help but want to cry. Apparently her crush would keep that title forever.

When she saw that she was approaching her place, she quickly took a sip of her coffee wiping her tears with the sleeve of her coat and took a quick step until she fell sitting next to her friend.

"Here I am, now you will tell me everything."

-Hi, how are you? I'm well thanks for asking...

- She leaves the nonsense and talks; Why the heck are you out at this time and why does it seem like you're going to leave the country?

"Well, I'm not going to leave the country in peace, just ..." she sighs, she tiredly, "I had to leave Tom's house."

—I realized that because he called me a few minutes ago, so please explain everything to me.

Obeying her request, Ingrid told her everything from the time she got to the apartment until she had to leave, also telling her about her success in the morning mission to get the job and the little date she had with the not-so-mysterious secret admirer. her. Throughout history Diana did not stop looking at her with pity and understanding, but she took on happy shades with the triumphs of the day. Taking a sip of his coffee, he began to plan everything and wondered if he could help her with regard to the accommodation, after all he already had a job so he could help with the housing expenses, but, that should be discussed with his grandmother.

"Well, I think I could help you, that's what friends are for, right?" So don't worry, we just have to talk to my grandparents because I'm living with them now. -He gives her hand to take it to leave together- I think my grandmother will like you and if that's not enough we will do the double attack.

"And that would be?"

"The most effective nuclear weapon in the world." -She says while she makes the so-called abandoned puppy face- this is infallible.

"Well, I warn you that I don't look adorable, I look like I've just been run over and you don't know if my lip is stretched out or it's my mutilated tongue."

"Oh my God, don't say those barbarities, sometimes I don't know what's in your mind ..." she rebukes him with a grimace of disgust.

"Well, as far as I have a brain and it works perfectly." She laughs, taking Diana's hand from her to start running with her following him.

"Do you at least know where you're supposed to go?"

—Aaa no, I was sincerely waiting for you to take control of the situation. -she scratches the back of her neck- we know that the brain of this relationship is you.

"Aish, by God, let's go this way, it's faster."

After a few minutes of running and playing like chicks of about five years old, they reached the building's staircase. They both stood in front of them and directed their gaze between the elevator and the steps. They looked at each other and nodded in complicity, they had run enough for a year as they would say and they did not feel like going up there. Between games and laughter, they waited passively for the doors to make their characteristic sound, warning that they had reached their apartment. For a moment Ingrid thought that door to her apartment seemed familiar, but she didn't pay any attention to it, how many doors of the same did not exist? They entered with Diana's keys and she sat down to wait quietly in the chair that she would swear she had seen once, she even she could assure that she was sitting in that room before. It wasn't long and she could hear the murmurs where she supposed it would be the kitchen and she knew that either she would not be welcomed or they were just discussing something important. She lowered her face looking at her discolored nails as she played with her hands. She could hear her footsteps approaching where her and out of sheer shame she didn't lift her face from her.

-Good night dear. -I hear a sweet and well-known voice- my granddaughter told me that you have some problems, we are willing to help you but with a couple of conditions, okay?

-Yes of course...

"Raise your face dear, we are not going to bite you."

Saying this she looked up and was pleasantly surprised, it was the lady who had helped her a few months ago when she arrived in the city. The lady was also very surprised to recognize her despite the physical changes that she had of her.

"By God dear, it's you, I didn't think of seeing you again, since that day I've wondered what happened to you." It's a relief that you're okay.

"Thank you, ma'am, even if she doesn't believe me, I also miss you."

"This ... grandmother, do you know each other?" -Diana pointed to the two dumbfounded.

"Yes dear, do you remember the story of the girl I took care of for one night? It's her." Oh, but how beautiful you look, leave me and I'll bring you some tea.

The lady walks out to the kitchen to get the hot drink while Diana looked at Ingrid with an incredulous face.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew her?" I thought I didn't hide anything, did we?

"I didn't tell you because even now I didn't even know it, don't scold me for something that wasn't in my hands."

"If I didn't love you so much right now, I'd flush you down the toilet."

"I think that would be impossible, I didn't go in there."

-Of course you will; they may question my methods but not my results.

Interrupting the little discussion, the lady comes back with the tea and the cookies, putting them in front of the girls.

"They eat small."

"Grandma, at this rate I'll roll and no one will love me."

—Don't say stupid Diana, men like to have something to grab from.

-They are delicious. Ingrid said with her mouth full.

"You don't talk while you eat my dear." she wipes the crumbs with a handkerchief.

-Yes ma'am. -She makes a military salute.

"Good little one." she-she sits in front of the girls- as she told you, there will be rules that must be followed so that you can stay here. Diana told me that you have a job and that is good, we will not ask you to pay anything because it is not necessary, but if you have to help us with errands and errands and cleaning the house. In addition to the fact that the two of them must share a room and most importantly, on the days that we are not at home, they cannot bring young people here.

"No problem ma'am, I don't want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. In the end, here I am the one who is overweight."

—If you comply with those rules, everything here will be fine. Tomorrow you will greet my husband, he is already in the fifth dream and I do not want to wake him up. Now go to sleep because tomorrow you have classes and then you have to go find a bed for yourself, dear.

"Don't worry, I can sleep on the couch or on the floor."

"Of course not, how can you think that, tomorrow you'll have a bed, period." she -she stands up with a threatening face.

They both nod in fear and rush into the elder's room laughing like the girls they were. They unpacked the silver-haired things and arranged some bedspreads and an air mattress where the two lay laughing and playing. They looked at each other with smiles from ear to ear and hugged each other to sleep.

"Tomorrow you must tell me about your date with luxury and detail (also indirectly the relationship of that crazy woman and my crush)" she thought determinedly.

—Don't worry, I'll take care of it tomorrow, now to sleep, which has been a frustrating day.