POV BLANCA.
-Thank you very much for your purchase, have a good night-I told my last client that I was missing to finish my shift-Finally, it's time to go I urgently sleep-
- Now you can go Blanca and as tomorrow you start the institute I'll wait for you at four in the afternoon ok-says Mauro my boss-
-If Mau tomorrow I will be punctual- I offer him the apron I was wearing and I am about to leave my job-
I've been walking for about half an hour, my stomach already demands food from me at the OXXO, I just ate a sandwich and a cappuccino. I observe my house in the distance, the lights are off and that is very strange since my father would have to be there or that is what I hope.
When I open the door I find the room destroyed.
-Dad you are here- I scream but nobody answers me-
I walk through the house in the dark, I think that once again the light was cut off due to lack of payment, I turn on the flashlight of my cell phone, it came to the kitchen and I find it just as I left it, even my father's breakfast still without being consumed .
I run in the direction of my father's room and find him kneeling before the photograph of my mother since she died, nothing has been the same.
-Dad you are fine- I say in a whisper-
-In your filthy life, you call me Dad again, you don't realize that this is all because of you-he rises his gaze reflects so much hatred and contempt- you are so similar to her-I don't know when but I already have him standing in front of my cold hands hold my neck, his grip is strong but not enough to suffocate me.
-Dad please you are hurting me- I say through tears- please let go of me I have not done anything to you- my sobs are heard throughout the room-
-You have done so much- He throws me against the ground, my body hurts -for the simple fact of being born- he holds me by the hair and gives me two slaps, I am not able to react, I only feel the burning of my cheeks and tears slide down my face-WHY YOU DIDN'T DIE-shouts Artur, says those words which he has been repeating to me these last three years and with that he leaves the room-
I stay on the ground, I don't have the strength to get up, my mouth tastes like metal, it sure broke my lip. I can't stop crying, I just want to have a normal life like everyone else, celebrate birthdays, Christmas, but since Mom died, the only thing I receive instead of hugs are blows and insults. My eyes feel heavy. I think I'll sleep on the floor today.
Everything in my life is darkness.