Chapter 296 - Is kissing her supporting her? - meters
Alfredo
I remembered that conversation.
"Patricia, I'm really sorry, I'm going to pretend this never happened, okay?" There was a knock at the door. "Look, the girl I'm seeing just arrived. You're beautiful, but you're not my type. Besides, you're the sister of one of my bosses, you're off-limits, and even if your body is gorgeous, I insist, you're not my type."
That look... I should have known. When I opened the door for Selena, a Puerto Rican girl who lives here, we were still seeing each other, but it was just sex. Patricia noticed her and, with a flushed face, left. A few weeks later, she started dating someone.
"Mr. Alfredo, the operation is over, and it went well. The recovery will just be painful."
"Thank you."
I called Lupe. She wanted to come, but I told her it was forbidden because of viruses and bacteria, and she was pregnant. In three days, they would discharge her. I also told her that Lobo was arriving tomorrow with his girlfriend and would stay with her until further notice. They allowed me to enter the room. I sat by her side in a chair; she looked like a child. As the hours passed, I fell asleep. When I felt myself falling, I woke up. It was already morning. Patricia was looking at me.
"Good morning."
"Hi," she looked down. "Please, don't tell my brother. He could destroy half of Germany. I understand a lot now. I'm sorry for complicating your peace these past months."
"It's a shame you had to learn this way, what Lupe and I were telling you."
"I get it now, but in the end, it was all for nothing."
"Why didn't you report them?"
"Because they took photos of me, doing what they did to me." She covered her face, and I had no choice but to hug her.
"Calm down."
"Don't tell my brother."
Her hair was soft. When she calmed down, I pulled away. I had to ask her... Better not.
"Are you going to keep going from party to party?"
"I'm not really into parties. As I told you, it was for a purpose, and it didn't work. Besides, they don't know what a real party is here. I miss vallenato, salsa, merengue, porro, champeta. Thank you for staying to take care of me."
"It seems like the real Patricia is back, the one everyone talks about. The same girl with two pigtails who arrived with her brother." She blushed.
"Thank you for everything."
"As soon as Lobo arrives, I have to run some errands."
"Alright."
Patricia's gaze made me look away. Something inside me tells me I'm guilty. I've spent the whole day at the clinic. Due to the complexity of her operation, she can only eat liquids, pastes, and jellies, as she won't be able to have a proper bowel movement. In that case, I'll prescribe something. I had canceled all my appointments and my shift at the clinic where I work part-time.
I need to check on Patricia's recovery. Her bowel movements will be tough. Just imagining what they did to her... Why does it make me so angry? Well, it can't be pleasant to lose her anal virginity. I don't think she'll be eager to have anal sex in the future. Where am I going with these thoughts? Why do I even care about that? I laughed to myself.
"What are you laughing at?"
An hour ago, they treated her, and they sent me out. They don't know I'm a doctor. She'll be discharged tomorrow. I can't tell her what I was thinking. I made a face, and she smiled, a little flushed.
"It's nothing, just remembering things."
"Uh-huh," she said in her coastal accent, which sounded incredible. "Alfredo, you don't have to stay."
"I'm not leaving until Kevin arrives, and then I'll come back. I'll stay with you." Those chocolate-colored eyes looked away.
"It's not necessary. Don't feel guilty." I looked at her. "I can tell by that look that you feel that way. I don't need your pity right now. It's enough with everything else." What did she mean by everything else?
"Why didn't they do to your friend what they did to you? You look younger than her."
"We're the same age, nineteen, almost twenty. And it was because she didn't resist, she just cried, and they limited themselves to putting their penises in her. Besides, she had already had sex in every way." I tried not to laugh.
"Their penises?"
"There were three of them."
Her gaze got lost in her memories. She was still lying on her side. The doctor told her that she probably wouldn't be able to sit for ten days or more, depending on how she healed, but I knew it would take longer.
"I resisted, I defended myself. I left the first one kneeling, clutching his testicles. I hit all of them, but the problem was when the three of them came at me... Tavo taught me to defend myself, but there were three of them, and I'm a black belt."
"Wow, that's tough!"
"That's why they beat me, and the one I had left on the ground crying from the pain in his testicles... he put that thing on his penis and after the other two had abused me, he penetrated me with it."
She started crying again, the images of my mother being abused by my own father came back to me, from when we lived in Girón, Santander. I am the result of those families that settle for a psychopath as the head of the household. To the outside world, he was the great man who beat his chest in church, made offerings, and fasted.
But at home, he was another person. He forced my brother and me to watch him beat my mother, instructing us with his words, "This is how a woman learns." If we closed our eyes, he would hit us, then lock her in the room and abuse her. More than once, I had to treat her for her multiple injuries.
"Son, never hit a woman, promise me," my mother would say. We found peace when during one of his drunken episodes, he picked a fight with a man stronger than him and ended up in a wheelchair. My mother then left him in a care facility, managed to get a divorce, and now lives happily with another man who turned out to be a good person.
But that man came into our lives when I was already lost in the gangs. Until one afternoon at thirteen, Cereza and Churrusco saw something in me and offered me a way to make money. They recruited me, and I straightened my path under their doctrines. My mother thinks I work in technology.
Now they live in Bucaramanga with my stepfather, who got a job there, and I visit them once a year. My brother became a professional, and I have two degrees. I love seeing the pride in her eyes, even though she doesn't know I am a trained killer. She boasts because I am a doctor and an engineer.
Mom has her beauty salon, and I bought them a house and a couple of apartments that help them live comfortably. My salary was quite generous. Believe it or not, the boss taught us how to make good money with real estate.
"Alfredo, Alfredo! Why do you ask if you don't pay attention?"
"I heard you, don't worry. I only have photos of two, but I'll find the third."
"No! Please, no. If something happens to them, they'll post that video on social media."
"Who do you think you're dealing with?"
"My brother will find out." She covered her face. "I was foolish. But I believe in the redemption of souls. My mom prayed the rosary three times a day to prevent my brother from becoming inhuman."
"Nothing justifies what they did to me. If they've already deleted the video, I can sue them. Don't kill them, don't carry three more deaths on your conscience. Turn them over to justice, I beg you." That look again.
"Patricia, if a woman says no, even if she's your wife, it's NO. I'll teach those bastards to respect a lady, even if she's crazy."
"Idiot, I'm not crazy, just... it doesn't matter anymore."
"Patricia..."
"Hello."
Kevin arrived. He approached her and stroked her hair. That touch annoyed me. Why does he do that? Doesn't he have a girlfriend?
"And your girlfriend?"
"She stayed with Lupe. She stays, I only have twenty-four hours to justify, so what can I do?"
"To beat three assholes to a pulp."
"Wasn't it two? Rata already sent me the information."
"Please..."
"Don't worry," Kevin said. "Rata already deleted the videos. Rino sent us the domains, and we took care of it. Actually, Rata handled that. He'll probably tell the boss. We know we can't tell Gustavo until we've sorted this out."
"I know what my brother does. I suppose you do the same, but you're getting out of that world, please."
"It's our duty. They messed with a member of this brotherhood. Besides, we have to teach them respect. Let's go, Rino, we have to leave."
In terms of hierarchy, Lobo was one rank above me. He kissed her on the forehead, and I looked at him strangely. I couldn't hold back.
"By any chance, do you have a fever?"
"If you're referring to the kiss, she needs to feel supported right now."
"And kissing her is supporting her?"