I walk, resigned, knowing that, if before I could not bear the personality of my father, now I do not have the understanding of my mother either. Only my brother remains and well, just thinking about that I want to vomit. I prefer to talk to the dog who, with him, at least Rocco only listens and barks at most, Oliver is capable of talking and commenting nonsense that would enrage me even more.
I see Samuel, sitting on the border of the car, exchanging a few words with the doorman. He hardly feels the noise of our footsteps, he turns his face and when he sees me, he jumps down, as if what he was doing was a criminal offense. I huff and I turn around the house to go find Mia, who comes back with me just a minute later.
Already being in the car, whose front seat my brother occupies, to later tell him where to take us, Samuel accelerates, but not before looking at me in the rear view mirror. I quickly look away, depositing it on the window, whose background image begins to move little by little, as the vehicle increases speed. It's hard for me to look into his eyes after last night, after having that strange and erotic dream about him. I don't know what kind of madness had gotten into my head, that wasn't me. Obviously it was not, I am not like that. So ... impulsive, nor was I ever.
In fact, I was never very lucky in the field of love and after the outcome of my last relationship, I preferred to accept that this is simply not my thing, since I take things very seriously, I give myself completely in exchange for a minimal sample of affection from someone that maybe I just like and I always end up hurt, seeing that that person did not care as much for me as I did for him, finding him just days after the hand of another girl or with a smile from ear to ear drawn on his face, when I, for my part, only cry at night remembering him. Before, I did not understand that way of thinking that some people have, carefree, free-minded, who only live by being interested in them and their happiness, ignoring the ways or methods that sometimes they require to reach it, injuring many individuals around him along the way. Now, after being a victim of those people a couple of times, I think ... I became one of them. I no longer care about anything, or anyone.
But despite all that, there is something in me that does not change and it is the thick barrier of my mind that separates strangers from trusted beings. It costs me horrors to trust someone and that is why I do not understand, nor does it end up closing my attitude in the dream I had that night. I never got carried away with impulses, however, I remember perfectly unbuttoning Samuel's shirt in my mind and kissing him desperately, which terrifies me, making looking into his eyes uncomfortable and embarrassing, even though he knows nothing about it. I'm thinking.
The car stops interrupting my thoughts and I get out, in order to prevent him from opening the door for me and being forced to have him close. Once the three of us are out of the vehicle and start walking towards the beach, I turn to see him start the engine again, planning to leave. The fact that he remembers what I told him yesterday and prefers to do it again today and leave, pretending to be just a driver so that Mia doesn't notice it amazes me. I breathe a sigh of relief and step onto the beach.
After walking barefoot for several minutes on the semi-humid sand at noon, the "Red Tide" appears before our eyes. It is located at the other end of the beach, built on a series of wooden columns that hold it above the water. It is not very big, but it has a pleasant atmosphere, which added to the coastal style of the place makes it a relaxing complex. Inside there is only a small wooden bar, very typical of the place, a pool table, on which an old television hangs and a few employees dressed as sailors who manage to make you smile even when the humor does not accompany you. In the evenings it is usually filled with alcoholics or sports fans who gather indoors, have beer, They play billiards and admire their teams with encouraging shouts and a couple of swear words, which is why the business is always closed in the morning, as the costumed boys have no time for anything other than cleaning up all the accumulated clutter. Outside is where the tables are. They should not be more than five or six, they have a square shape and are surrounded by four wooden chairs. At night, when the interior of the place turns into chaos, young people usually gather here, which seems to be a huge balcony, playing songs on the odd guitar they bring and accompanying them with their voices. They should not be more than five or six, they have a square shape and are surrounded by four wooden chairs. At night, when the interior of the place turns into chaos, young people usually gather here, which seems to be a huge balcony, playing songs on the odd guitar they bring and accompanying them with their voices. They should not be more than five or six, they have a square shape and are surrounded by four wooden chairs. At night, when the interior of the place turns into chaos, young people usually gather here, which seems to be a huge balcony, playing songs on the odd guitar they bring and accompanying them with their voices.
After spending a long time at the bar, we went out and lay down on the warm sand. We spent the whole afternoon there and it was getting close to dark when we decided to go back.
Oliver: What is Samuel's number like?
May: Why?
Oliver: I'm calling you to come over.
May: No need.
Oliver: Well, call him then.
Honestly, I'd rather not see Samuel now, let alone be the fixed target of his eyes. After that dream, his presence bothers me.
May: I want to walk.
Mine: More than three kilometers? (I look at her with hatred). Although ... (I keep looking at her) it would be nice to walk a bit.
The boys look at each other.
Oliver: If one day I come to understand women, remember to put it in my grave (he tells Pablo and he laughs).
May: Well, cut it off. Go?
Oliver: Better not. Later at home I have problems because you had to have returned with bodyguards.
Mine: Stop, stop. What? Samuel is your bodyguard?
She questions in surprise and my brain is only in charge of calculating how it would be easier for me to bury my brother alive.