Chapter Four

When I entered my room I couldn't believe it. It was there! Looking through my things like nothing's wrong! Who the hell was that boy?

-This can't be happening… -I said laughing. I put my hands to my head.- May I know what you are doing here? -I looked at him with intrigue. He was a blond boy, with somewhat unkempt hair. He would swear with blue or green eyes.

-Let me see your wounds. -He said naturally.

-As you say?

-Come on ... I'm not stupid. I know what you were about to do in the bathroom.

-Look, I don't know what this is about but ...

-Please. -He interrupted me.

I looked at him intrigued and pulled my shirt sleeve up tight. He had a scar already healed. He approached me without touching me.

-Happy? -I put my sleeves back on.

-I have scars too. He-he sat on the trunk in front of my bed. He rolled up his sleeve and looked at me. -Look, this was about a fight with my mother. He, "he began to point at himself. I sat next to him and listened to him. -This was because of some idiots who were at school.

We were like this for a while. Speaking of our wounds. There was something about that boy that he couldn't understand. Something that made me feel close to him, as if he understood what he was feeling.

-The worst injury I got was when I found out that my father had been unfaithful to my mother. -I'll be honest.

-Did that? What a jerk.

-Hey, you're talking about my father.

-Sorry. It is that I am clear with my ideals. I think if you love someone you would never do something like that to them.

-Yes ... that's what I think.

Suddenly the door opened and I was startled.

-Dylan? What are you doing here? Get out right now! -Said my father very angry.

-Dad, we were just talking…- He cut me off with his yells.

-DYLAN, GO. NOW. He took his arm and lifted him up. I tried to stop him but I couldn't handle him.

-What did you say you were afraid of? -Dylan said crying and ran out the door.

-I don't want you to see this boy again. Got it, Luna? -My father told me.

-But why? We were just talking, Dad!

-Because not and it's over.

-You can't order me who I can or can't talk to.

-You are my daughter and as long as you live under my same roof you will obey my orders.

-This is incredible. I mean, we're leaving our fucking city because of you and above all, won't you let me even have a friend? Great, dad! Bravo!

-I am not going to repeat it to you more times.

He turned and slammed the door. I sat on my bed thinking. He did not understand why she had behaved like this with him. Yes it is true that it was something strange that he had gotten into the house but it was not necessary to treat him that way. I spent the whole night in my room, I didn't want to go out. I was upset with my father for talking to me like that. I tried to talk about it with my mother but she always defended him. I kept repeating that it was for my good, that I understand it ... Well, I didn't understand it!

Suddenly I heard some noises at my window. It was that boy, Dylan. He was throwing pebbles at the window. My parents were sleeping. I leaned out and he made several signals for me to come down. I left the room carefully, trying not to make noise. I saw Dylan on my right, heading for the basement and went inside. How had he gotten in?

-Dylan? -I saw a shadow and approached him.- What happened to my father? - I insisted to him since he did not speak to me.

-He thinks I'm dangerous for you. Him, "she answered with her back to me.

-Why's that?

-I'm a psychopath. He, "he said, laughing. I laughed at his joke.

-Sure, and I'm crazy. What's wrong with that? He-he laughed and looked at me.

We turned on the light and I put an old quilt on the floor. We started talking about everything a bit, getting to know each other better. I felt like I could trust him, that he had been through things similar to mine.

-What disgusting girls. -He answered after telling him about the school.

-Truth? He wanted me to swallow the fucking cigarette. They are crazy.

-Freak them out. That way they will leave you alone.

- How do I do that?

-You take care of bringing her here somehow and I take care of scaring her. He, "he said, smiling.

-Are you crazy.

-Do not tell me that! -He answered angrily.

-Sorry… he was joking.

-I'm going. See you tomorrow. -He got up and left. I tried to follow him in case what he had said bothered him but he disappeared.

I went back up to my room making sure all the doors in the house were closed. He didn't want her to come back in the middle of the night. I thought of everything I had talked about with him, how strange he was and how strange he made me feel. He had something, something special. I just had to find out why my father had gotten that way with him.

The next morning I tried to talk to my mother but she kept telling me not to go near Dylan. When I went to the institute in the morning I saw him leaning out the window but he did not greet me. He went back into the house. He was afraid that he was mad at me. I needed to talk to him. I didn't care what my father said. He had no right to order me something like that. I was going to do it.